Chaos. Confusion. Lazyness. Unimaginative. Lost.

Random thought-taxi

So I was thinking the other day...if you were in a taxi and the taxi driver gets pulled over does that mean you get a free ride?

Where is Love

Where is Love

Love...
Can you hear it
Can you see it
Can you feel it
because it is there
it is everywhere
God loves you
for you are his child
and his love fills the air around you

Dear Washington Forest...

Dear Washington Forest,

I wish I could tell you
how wonderful you are,
from the deepness of the dark green all around,
to the crunch of the leaves
on the littered ground.
The wind as it rustles the trees above,
the sounds of the birds as they sing a song.
The trickle of the stream nearby
and of plop and splash
of raindrops as they fall from the sky.
In all of this there is a peace to be found;
no polluted air, no noisy sounds,
no noise of cars or the beep-beeps of the horns that sound
as the curses and swears follow the sound.
No worries to be found, no enemies either;
no mothers, fathers, sisters, or brothers to be found.
No homework, teachers, or school...
No worries at all, no people to care for;
it's just you, me and the peaceful completeness you bring.
Time itself has completely stopped
as my clothes are plastered to my body and the rain doesn't stop.
I can't feel my body anymore as the cold sets in,
but who cares anymore? Times like these don't come very often
when I go back in the city and I wish I could escape
I'll think of you and remember the day of peace and quiet you bring
it might never come again, but I'll always remember
that there was silence and peace one summer day.

Valiant

Valentine always loved to walk

Along the valley floor of the mountain when a

Legion of men in armor came riding up glistening in the sun.

Ignoring them at first, she tried to go unnoticed, but was soon discovered.

Angrily they grabbed her and imprisoned her. She pleaded innocence.

Never the less they beat and hurt her for she was a women of the foe.

T his is the end she prayed it will be over soon but the last words I leave are to curse you.

Memories

A couple sat down to a bowl
of white, fluffy, irregular shaped,
greasy, crunchy, buttered, kernels.
As they ate, reflections of their love
the adventures of dating,
came to their minds. The first bite
brought the first memory
of the movie they shared,
as the movie ended,
the memories faded, along with the popcorn.
The lights are turned off,
the memories have faded, the popcorn is gone,
and the movie is over until next weekend
when the work is finished and a new movie
is chosen and the bowl of popcorn is refilled.