Monday, March 22, 2010
Busy, Busy, Little Bee!
Well, as if this year hasn't been hectic enough, guess what I'm planning on doing next year? Drama Club, 4-H, Math/Science Club, Choir, Y-teens, National Honor Society, Spanish Club, Key Club, and Junior Volunteers, as well as my regular classes and everything else that goes along with my life! Isn't it exciting? No, really, I am siked about all these clubs, especially drama club! I have wanted to be in another play since I was itty bitty when I played in A Christmas Carol! And now, I get to contribute to the begginings of a drama club! That's right, I said the 'beginnings'. The club has only just recently been made official! And I hope to be vice-president. I have already committed to this 100%!!!! I am practically bouncing off the walls with excitement righgt now! As soon as we get it on its feet, I'll post more info.!
Storms!
The Deceiver
The storm is rolling in,
Such a beautifully dangerous thing.
I watch and relish each musical sound
As the thunder rumbles,
And the lightning lights the world.
For a temporary moment,
All is well.
Yet the tempest has deceived you.
The wind whips through the trees,
Tearing over the Earth
With little thought for those in its path.
And astonishes me
That at one moment,
Tis calm and peaceful,
And the next
It has turned around
And become
A devilish and sinister storm.
Gone to Paradise
Gently rolling thunder in the distance
bids me farewell.
Leaving me bereft,
empty as a shell.
My heart utters a cry,
so sad and lonely,
filled to the brim with melancholy.
I look into the sky
And see that the storm has gone,
So has my thundering companion.
Yet the Gray clouds still cling to me,
Left over from that raining funeral,
Threatening to suck the joy from my heart.
Where is the horizon?? The bright sun?
Crying in the night!
Pretending in the day!
Pretending, always pretending that there might,
Just might be a way…
A way to turn this dreary, everlasting December
Into a beautiful May.
He’s left to paradise, that final frontier.
Leaving me behind, crying and sad.
I can hear,
The thunder on the wind!
The storm is rolling in,
Such a beautifully dangerous thing.
I watch and relish each musical sound
As the thunder rumbles,
And the lightning lights the world.
For a temporary moment,
All is well.
Yet the tempest has deceived you.
The wind whips through the trees,
Tearing over the Earth
With little thought for those in its path.
And astonishes me
That at one moment,
Tis calm and peaceful,
And the next
It has turned around
And become
A devilish and sinister storm.
Gone to Paradise
Gently rolling thunder in the distance
bids me farewell.
Leaving me bereft,
empty as a shell.
My heart utters a cry,
so sad and lonely,
filled to the brim with melancholy.
I look into the sky
And see that the storm has gone,
So has my thundering companion.
Yet the Gray clouds still cling to me,
Left over from that raining funeral,
Threatening to suck the joy from my heart.
Where is the horizon?? The bright sun?
Crying in the night!
Pretending in the day!
Pretending, always pretending that there might,
Just might be a way…
A way to turn this dreary, everlasting December
Into a beautiful May.
He’s left to paradise, that final frontier.
Leaving me behind, crying and sad.
I can hear,
The thunder on the wind!
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