| Free Time is Suicide for the Wandering Mind |
| These are a few of my own works and some of my other favorites. I may even decide to post a few of my strange, random ponderings. Some are written by famous poets, and some are just the ispirations of my friends. The title of this page is actually the title of one of my own works. One of the few works I have actually finished and am willing to post here. This page will always be changing and will never be complete. |
| (Hopefully I will someday make it so that each work, or at least each author has their own page but untill then, I suppose this will have to be suffice.) |
| "Sonnet 10" |
| Death, be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so; For those whom you think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, and better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death thou shalt die. -John Donne |
| "Forever Your Baby" |
| Even from the start I knew you were great. I knew that you were the best. You always seem so sure and understanding. If I could be anyone, it would be you. You are original. The way you kiss me goodnight, and Tuck me in tight. I pray that during the day you are safe, and that God will protect you in every way. Every thought you say always seems to help me. In your arms I know that I will be safe, and that You will always be there for me. You are the one, and only DAD!!!!! -Valerie, 2000 |
| To: Daddy From: Val |
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| Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -Frost |
| "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" |
| - I've been thinking; what's the deal with death? I mean what makes it, "their time to go?" Why is it so hard to understand the reasons why? Why do we always compare them to ourselves and think about how much older or nicer or healthier the person was? Why do we always think, "What if?" I hate death. - Are some people just uncontrolably oblivious to logic? Are there people who are so opinionated, that no matter what good or bad will come from the decisions they make, they refuse to make different ones? One might think that a person who is supposed to be working for the good of an group, might at some point make a decision that would benefit that group, but surprisingly enough, my experiences have taught me otherwise. Interesting isn't it? - Why do we make the decisions we do? If we know something is wrong, why do we do it anyway, even though the consequences are much greater than the benefits? And when you do chose to do the wrong thing, have you ever noticed that you enjoy it only for the instant that you are doing it? Immediately afterwards your concience jumps on your back like a starving dog. So, why do we always believe the illusion that it will be worth it? - Why do some people (or I suppose everyone does it sometimes) believe that we must impress others at all times, even if that means lying and trying to convince people that we did something that we would never do? I mean is it worth making people believe that you've given up your morals just to make them think that you are cool or brave or devious? I really don't think it is, and yet I still find myself doing it. Why is that? - Why do we trust other people? It's obvious to me that without someone to trust, we would all eventually go off the deep end, so we all have to trust someone, but how do we define what is trustworthy and what is not? If someone doesn't trust you, how can you prove to them that you indeed are trustworthy? Perhaps if you show that person that you truely trust them, they will truely trust you, but then again, what if they can't be trusted? - What happens when the person who you were always told would never turn you away, turns you away? What is a person supposed to do when they can't stay in the only place they have to go? Should they try to go to someone else or will that only cause more seperation and disagreement with the first person? Should the fear of jealous hatred prevent someone from having an way to expell their thoughts and fears and even happiness? Should the fear of another rejection prevent someone from ever being able to trust again? We all need someone to love us. |
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