Dark Glasses ~ poem

Dark Glasses

Tinted with midnight mystery they mask the thoughts inside.

A knight's strong shield could do no better a defence for the weak.

Sturdy, unwavering, with granite's durability they stay perched upon the nose's bridge as the guards perch upon the bridge that draws.

These slender pieces of plastic protection serve as

painted apathy to tell the world the wearer cares

for none of its troubles.

The solid black holes swallow every infirmity of wet irises or blood stroked pearly gems.

Every weakness can be hidden, and bewitching dark paned shutters

can hide the glassy windows to your soul.

Interesting... To me anyways

I recently went on a camping trip with one of my friends, we'll call her A for privacy purposes. Well my friend A invited me on a family camping trip with her and, guess who, her family. Well A has a little sister named M. Well just as A was allowed to invite a friend, M invited a friend as well. When I first met M's friend, who was only 8 mind you, it was brought to my attention that she was the younger sister to a Head Honcho Popular Girl from my junior high. This fact probably would have stuck out without being told due to the fact that M's friend acted exactly like her older sister. Anyways, M's friend was not the most polite of little girls and on this trip I made it a point to try and change that. (Yeah yeah, probably none of my business but I was getting tired of the "give it to me or I'll hit you" comments) So obviously I did my thing the "how can I help" and "let me get that for you" bit which I must say goes over quite well with adults. Plus it gives you this great, I'm a good person, feeling. So whenever J (M's friend) would tell me to get or do something for her I'd make her say please and thankyou. Miraculously, by the third day of our little outing J was saying please and thankyou in a way as dignified as is possible with an eight year old. This really made me think about how nice it is when you have someone to show you the way. I mean, goodness knows I get lost quite a bit in my life and actions and I'm glad I have people to look up to and places I can turn to. It's good to have heroes and role models, but it's also important to be a role model. If you don't want your children, siblings or friends to act a certain way then don't act that way yourself. I thought about that a lot. Another lead by example moment I had, happened on sunday I believe. (btw sunday without church sucks) M had wanted to go with J to a little park near our camp site. J immediately asked if M would push her on the tire swing, and when M declined J refused the invitation to go to play. So I observed for a moment as M sulked away to play by herself and J returned to whatever she had been doing. Then I asked J why she didn't go play with M, to which J said that because M wouldn't push her on the tire swing she didn't want to go. I proceeded to explain to J about how friendship is about compromise and we need to think of others wants and feelings and not just our own, etc. I thought this life lesson tid bit would go in one ear and out the other, but throughout the next two days of the trip I noticed a bit of change in J's attitude. It just made me think some more about examples and how we need to be examples of good people if we expect others to be the same. If we really expect our neighbors, friends, citizens, and teachers to be anything at least decent, than we really should start with ourselves. I hear friends of mine complain about other friends' language and habits when in reality they have those same faults. So just think about it, be the kind of friend you would want to have.


:-P that's the end of my moral speech, but have no fear for I'm sure I'll be back with more.

Poem: Diary

Old and stale from salty tears my pages lie in yellowing splendor. Though I am aged and weathered, my spine a broken stroke, I can remember everything you've ever trusted to my confidences and can say with a clear conscience that I have kept them safe. The pattern of a spring time scene upon my skin has long since been ripped and wrinkled but you and I remember it well seeing as it became a warm and familiar symbol to us both.
Come to me, dear broken child, and I will take your fears and hide them deep between your written lines of tragedy parallel to a Shakespearean script. I remain locked as to safeguard every secret stimulating truth about the parts of your soul I treasure up. I understand you, sweet girl, I have compassion on your naive tender heart. To listen to you is my pleasure for you are what gives me purpose in this world.
Forget me not, precious princess, for I will always be here to hold your heart in my safe and gentle grasp. When it seems there is no where to turn I promise I will be here, open as ever, to keep your trust as none other can. I will always understand.

A dumb ole poem

An overpowering emotion, an unquenchable thirst. A tantalizing temptation just beyond one's grasp. Starched ambition like over washed sheets and ascending aspirations that soar far higher than such young eaglets can fly. Fire is fed by the kindling power of these unreachable goals. Failure creates the most intricately woven patterns of tapestry, tessellating lust that repeats and grows.
These are the deepest abyssal feelings of desire. Spreading like locust plagues from one fingertip to every permeable cell that can possibly be infected. Ocean waves of pressure to attain the unattainable dash upon one's soul like rocks upon the shoreline. But far deeper there is a ferocious force hiding like the stalking lion with nothing but succulent seduction slinking in it's powerful haunches.
This combustable lust's engine is made of envy: green like emerald boas and slippery as the escaping assailants. Envy of king's glory, and heroes' praise invent this passion for pain. This carnal wish for victory is what makes inventors invent, runners run and predators to prey.