Knowlege

Knowledge

A treasure to some,
But to others a burden to become.
All the press of life,
The never ending combat and strife

None to love
Only him above
But some believe he isn’t there
A belief confirmed by unanswered prayers

Knowledge is a gift without cost
And without it, we are lost
Only the simple would give up such a treasure,
But some succumb to the pressure
Of those who only seek pleasure
Such fools! To throw away time!
Blocking their ears to the chime.
The signal that life is short
The moment for foolery to abort.

It has come to the point to learn to stand,
to someday make your own demands.
Submit for a moment,
although it may seem a torment.
Humble yourself for this,
So that when you’re gone
You will rest in that you are sorely missed.

- elizabeth greenwalt

poem

Friends

We all lose those we love.
We never realize,
That they were sent from above.
All those little things you’d say,
To brighten up my day.

Then they're gone,
And we have nothing to lean on.
never noticing them,
As we should.
and not always doing our best for them,
As we could.

More often then not I’d just ignore,
Those who I should be fighting for.
I never thought about when you’d be gone,
But now the distance seems so long.

So now that I remember to say,
I hope this brightens up your day.
Now that you've moved on,
I miss you now that you're gone.

- Elizabeth Greenwalt

only at midnight

you know those dreams and desires one has when they're exhausted? like when you sit at the computer and convince yourself the you could sing a song only done on Broadway? or you pucker up enough courage to talk to the one person., but as soon as you wake up the next day all that courage is gone?

what would the world be like if everyone lived their life with the same courage that i have only at 11 o'clock at night?

looking back and me? unhappy?

a lot of people, including my family who should know me pretty well, say that i am an unhappy person.

this is quite upsetting because i don't think i am an unhappy person. I'm not overly bouncy and excited all the time. i don't talk as much as some people i know. i think about things and I'm a bit of a fatalist/realist. but i don't think i am and unhappy person. In fact I'm happy most of the time.

something i am very happy about is SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER!!! YAY!!!

this year has been a roller coaster ride of ups and downs.

its started with soccer season, and a promising start at that. We had won all of our first six games by land slides, everyone was working together, we all had a good attitudes, not a lot of injuries, life was good. Then the Hudsons left, creating a mess of emotions for everyone. we lost the next game and had to put our all into every game we won after that, and at the end of the season we were barely 500.

Near the end of soccer season i started the play, seeing as how i had the smallest part, it wasn't a big part of my life until the week of dress rehearsals. but what a week it was. i got to know Bee and Em learned my lines, figured out all the inside jokes, felt nauseous over Renee's pathetically obvious brown nosing, and really enjoyed the whole thing. The cast party was awesome and we went to Perkins! yay!

we had basketball which started right before the play ended. it was awesome. i discovered that basketball could be fun and lighthearted. i met Jess, which started a era of self loathing and doubt. we had a good season, uninterrupted by Haiti = [ we weren't particularly amazing, but we had fun. Then we had the second play, which was joy tempered by sadness knowing that bee, and therefore em, wasn't gonna be there next time.

then there was Kay and i being our crazy unpredictable selves. With Coffee, walks and big amount mistakes before play practice creating a memories i will always cherish. Not having Ori around was sucky, but it helped Kay's and my friendship to continue and strengthen.

we had art Meghan and i with all of our crazy jokes: "YOU'RE BANNED!", Nicole never getting anything done, EMO POWER!, shut up log boy! and others.

ski trips with kayla, burmolester, mr tumnus and squinta, YOU"RE WRONG!, and Rachel and - "cranky pants"

this year was great

SO annoying

you know those people who talk CONSTANTLY about God?

i don't just mean a good christian, who by definition should speak about the most important thing in their life, i mean those people who talk of NOTHING ELSE!

and they're never the pastors, never the church or Sunday school leaders, they're the holier than thou, beat you over the head with a bible type of person.

how does one get rid of them?

what did they talk about before they became a christian? did they just not talk at all? i guess you may get used to it, oh my, can we PLEASE think of another subject?

i mean didn't God create everything? like the weather? frankly I'd much rather talk about the freakin weather that keep listening to people drone on and on about about God.

by no means am i saying i am a good christian. far from it actually, but would you think that Logically God would like us to actually have lives? albeit lives that include him in everything, but still lives?

Mans best freind

my dog got hit by a car on Friday.
my dad and i were on the other side of the road helping this guy who had broken down across the street, my mom was leaving to go to kickboxing and the Dog was outside.

he was kinda old and his hearing was starting to go and i even thought , "i should put him inside" but then i thought no, hes crossed the road before without getting hit and went back to pushing the car. then about 4 seconds later i look up and BAM with a sound like a freakin gunshot, i see the dog I've had for 11 years go flying down the road.

he was dead when i got to him, so i assume he didn't feel any pain.

it makes you realize how much life can change in an instant.

i had been having a terrible day at the end of a terrible week, my parents were busy and my brother antagonistic. but kane just barked his hello when i shuffled in through the door and came up wagging his tail like he was still a puppy. i wish i hadn't brushed him off, hoping he would go away.

he was the one that loved me no matter what i did. he would love me when i came home from basketball and drama and cried in my room until my parents had gone to bed, he would sit by my bed and push his head against my hand until i petted him, perhaps after so long he had figured out that if he stayed there i didn't cry as long. he even loved me when i had yelled at him cause john was being a jerk.

his favorite game of all was where he would grab a stick in his mouth, and then i would chase him trying to get it from him. when i got it we would wrestle for it for a minute then it would start all over again.

i know its not her fault. but i hope the girl in who hit him has to get a new car. she took a family member from us, and she didn't even have the guts to stick around.

i wish i guy like this existed for me.

A dozen roses arrive
What a perfect surprise
You greet me with a kiss
I could get used to this

You think I look the best
When my hair is a mess
I can't believe you exist
I could get used to this

Because you know you're too good to be true
I must have done something good to meet you'

Cause you wrote my name all across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this

I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
I've lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this

You love the songs I write
You like the movies I like
There must be some kind of twist
I could get used to this

Because you listen to me when I'm depressed
It doesn't seem to make you like me less'

Cause you wrote my name all across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this

I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
I've lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this

If there's a dark side to you I haven't seen it
Every good thing you do feels like you mean it

You wrote my name all across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this

I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
I've lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this'

Cause you wrote my name all across your hand
When I freak you understand
There is not a thing you miss
And I could get used to this
I'm feeling it comin' over me
With you it all comes naturally
I've lost the reflex to resist
And I could get used to this