Just wait

Sometimes you look at life and think: "Is this all there is? Am I going to be doing this my whole life?"

That's when the best part of life jumps in.

Unexpected accomplishments, memories, and people drop into your life.

You could say it's God's way of saying: "I'm not finished with you yet."

Just remember the dull times and the trials; just make the good times seem a whole lot brighter.



Cheers.

Leaving the Nest

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black, this weeks piece is about moving out and graduation I can't believe it's finally time. Its gone by so fast it feels as if I was a kid yesterday. It's time to say good bye.

"Growing Up Blinded" by Machihuahua

“Special Place”

I think back on the past
Time is flying by too fast

Is it really time...
...time to grow up?
...time to venture out into the cold world...
...without a warm hand to guide me?

The bare ground beneath my feet is paved with decisions
And a long journey creates the bumps and cracks.

In a few months I'll leave this cage forever...
...to freely breath the sweet air as it touches my face
I'm scared but I'm ready to face a journey alone...
...leaving everything behind.

Never looking back, except when I mean to
Remember people who have a special place in my heart

Those memories are locked in a locket
With time frozen on the inside

Bells

"Solo of Bells In Autumn" by Viv Leoni

At Ohio State, a bell tower stands near the center of campus. Every hour, it rings out beautifully through the air.

A few days ago, I walked through downtown Cincinnati with my dad and heard the same type of bells. The purity of such sounds is marvelous, and I'm truly surprised I haven't written something about them sooner.

"En la hora..."

Bells toll in the distance

Another hour has passed

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Life flies with the time

No doubt could ever enter

An hour closer to death

But an hour still alive…

            …Nonetheless.

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

The clear sound brings tears

To eyes that’ve lived the hour

To the future all terrors flee

Forth through time…

            …The bells toll.

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Ding-dong

Fate drives me.

~Chris

Differences between time and space

"Reminiscing" 

There’s no end to the distance.

Time pushed you away;

            Time brought you back.

Still, Earth is a large place to these eyes

            That still want to see you

                        Every day and night,

            Or these arms of mine

                        That only wish

                                    To hold you

Closer than ever.

Each night I dream of you.

Each day my body aches

            Just to feel your presence.

“Missing” you is more relative than “love,”

            Yet, I swear, both describe

                        My thoughts each day.

Sunshine brings a reminder of times

            When I took seeing you for granted.

Grade school was so long ago;

            Junior year was forever ago…

I hated those years so much,

            But I’d return

                        Just to have you near.

The future will be bright

            As long as it contains you.

Eventually, I know, Fate

            Will bring us back to the same room.

If not, I’m sure “comedy” sings a different tune;

For, a tragedy no longer describes us.



Fate drives me.

~Chris

Shattered Lies

Make it Worth it

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! Sorry I missed the last week or so. I have been super buisy with school and junk.

Anyway!!!!

So I got the insperation for this peace from someone who I truly care about. He lives in colorado. I have known and liked him for four years already. I never got to be with him because my dad is in the Army so we moved to Georgia.

Anyway!!!

I get to be with him but it will be 9 months. This piece just questions weather the wait will be worth it.

I hope you like it!! Thanks guys I love you!!! Comment and tell me your experience with it. I would love to here it and I wonder if any of you guys will make the wait worth it. I love you guys!!!! <3

Make it Worth it

I cant's see you,

Touch you,

Feel you.

So make it worth my wait

So long till I can feel your warmth

Feel your love

Your desire

So make it worth my wait

When I say " I trust you "

It's rare

Don't make me regret it, make me love you

Make it worth my wait

Laugh at me whenI fall

Just to pick me up and say

" Baby I love you "

Make it worth my wait

Call me baby

Text me in the mornings

Sing me to sleep

Make it worth my wait

Remain faithful

Show me off

Count down the days

Make it worth my wait

Do you love me enough

Enough to wait 9 months

Please tell me im worth it

Please tell me im worth YOUR wait.

~Aulene

~APLIW

The curse of age

Photo by DanulenKal

Age is a fickle thing that can't help but come to us all at the most inopportune times. While at OSU, I hadn't really thought about it much. The biggest age gap between my peers and I was four years, at most, but such a difference seemed irrelevant. Coming back to Monroe, OH, the difference fluctuated, and suddenly I feel as if I'm the oldest. This next piece captures my mindset during the moment when I first realized this.

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"Graduating to a new view"

“For every action there is a reaction.” That’s what I mutter to myself. Insanity drenches my self-image as I attempt once more to console my mind about all of the things I’ve lost. Time passes by. I stare ahead. Friends wave goodbye. I wish myself dead. I’m growing up, in an ill-fated sort of way. Understanding it any other way just wouldn’t fit.

Eyes that once tempted my soul. Lips that once made me shy. Beauty that once made me quiver. “Once” is the key word, but no key fits a mind so wanting of a lock. The door is closed, and her heart is missing. No, not missing...Simply gone. Yes, gone...She gave it to that fellow sitting by her side. So comfortable is he that I can’t imagine this scene any other way. Still, I stare ahead.

People around me speak. “For every action there is a reaction,” I whisper back. Now, it is they who stare.

“What?” the closest asks.

“Nothing,” I respond with knowledge that they wouldn’t understand the quote. “Equivalent exchange” (or something of the like) is what we call it, but what equivalence is given for this insanity? “Save me,” I mutter to my savior, a thousand miles away. No doubt, she won’t hear; won’t care.

Still, she sits. Still, I stare. Time flows in its curved fashion regardless of either. Or is it because of both? Maturity has cursed my soul, and I stand to lose it all. So, I keep staring, keep muttering, and keep the hope that a reaction will be drawn.








Fate drives me.
~Chris