When writing a paper I have the concentration powers of Dorey the fish. At least in her case she had the whole short-term memory loss thing as an excuse.

The sun was high up in the air
And let its golden rays
Fall on the children down below;
They played in blissful daze.

Upon the purple monkey bars
A little girl in blue
Swung back and forth from bar to bar.
Her name was Mary-Lou.

But suddenly she felt a pain
Her hands would not hold on
The ground rushed closer now;
Her spirit was already gone.

The weapon that had killed her was
A baseball thrown astray
That hit her golden crown,
And that day became gray.

Sweet, little, saintly Mary-Lou,
Though she is now away,
By hearers never forgotten;
In hearts she lives today.

This is the poem that got to the second round of an online writing contest. Pretty cool considering I wrote it really fast for class in 12th grade. School assignments do pay off. :-)

Sometimes it gets lonely up on the mountain.

Too tired to sleep; Too much to perfectly memorize.

Assignments and rubrics hang menacingly overhead.

Sometimes the fog is so thick it takes all your strength to believe in the building ahead.

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olgy:

I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.

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Happy 50th Breakfast at Tiffany’s

It’s hard to be happy for people when their life seems to be going so much better than yours and they keep getting certain things easier than you. God, please help me to rejoice with those that rejoice.

There are questions

in the stars

that will never be explained.

There are answers in the sea

that the fish whisper to each other

in the dead of night.

There’s a music

in the grass

as ancient as the mountains.

These are the things we would hear

if only we would truly listen.

At the end of senior year people would say that our friendships wouldn’t last.

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