"...but the process of living is an art as well as a science, with strands of love and sorrow and resilience woven into each person's unique tapestry."
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Senior Recital
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Britty and Josh
I couldn't get a good one with both of them....so i'll probably be taking more until I get one}:) Sorry Britty
Looking at the crowd
This is a poem I wrote while I was at the library watching all the people go by. Hope you like it:P
The faces
The traces
Of sad lonely days
The smiles
The wiles
Fake laughter, decay
Confusion
Delusion
Where can the truth lay?
The hum drum
Has become
What makes up the day
Instead of
What could have
Taken it's place
Deceit fills
The lie kills
What can I say?
The faces
The traces
Of sad lonely days
The smiles
The wiles
Fake laughter, decay
Confusion
Delusion
Where can the truth lay?
The hum drum
Has become
What makes up the day
Instead of
What could have
Taken it's place
Deceit fills
The lie kills
What can I say?