Sunday, September 30, 2007

Possible Senior Quotes

"All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible." William Faulkner

"It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realise how often they burst into flames" - Harry Hill

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." Berthold Auerbach

"Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory." Oscar Wilde

"All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door." Albert Camus

"Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling." Gilbert K. Chesterton

"There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction." Salvador Dali

"Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes." Oscar Wilde

"You don't have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for anyone." John Ciardi

"Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power." --Abraham Lincoln

Whenever a man does a thoroughly stupid thing, it is always from the noblest motives.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891

"Flying is easy, just throw yourself at the ground and miss." Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy

"If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing." --Sir James Barrie

"The poet doesn't invent. He listens." Jean Cocteau

"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful."

To be great is to be misunderstood.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." Robert Frost

"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." Gray, Thomas

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind." Thomas B. Macaulay

I'm Not Sure which one I should pick. So assuming anyone ever actually reads, Give me an opinion on the best one.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

The time has come

So I've finally convinced the queen to link my blog to hers, meaning that (hopefully) it will actually be visited by random people more tan once a month. With that in mind, I have resolved to post more often, and post actual stuff instead of my random crappy poetry. So here's my first actual blog since I started this thing.
I tagged along with my parents to Utah for the Evergreen conference, and had a blast over the weekend. While I didn't actually go to the conference itself, I did go to dinner with everyone Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I met tons of people and got to see some old friends, and it was pretty much just awesome. It was kind of amazing to me, because I'm pretty sure that at any other time and/or place, with any other people, I would never even consider talking about the things we discussed this weekend (ok, I might consider it. But in Cowtown, Wyoming, most people I mention it to would probably run away screaming.) So the weekend was kind of therapeutic. Ever since I found out about my mom's (Sam) and my friend's SSA, I haven't really talked about it to anyone except my mom, and it took me a few minutes to adjust to the openness of everyone at the conference. I loved it.
I think to avoid too much confusion, I'm just going to call my mom Sam in my blog from this moment on. Sam has insanely good gaydar, and I being her son, wondered how she did it. So I asked, and she gave me a quick seminar on recognizing family (f.y.i. I'm not a member, just a member's son. But I'm pretty sure I could pass for one. I think I'm pretty flamboyant. And have pretty metro tendencies. Thought you might like to know.) Anyways, turns out that I have pretty awesome gaydar as well. We went to Costa Vida for dinner on Friday, and I wanted to see how well I could spot. I nailed 2, and found a third that We couldn't confirm cause he left too soon. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty pleased with it. It's almost like having a superpower, which I've always wanted. I think I'm going to end this post here. I'm sure there's a ton of stuff I could blog about from this weekend, but I'm not going to because I'm still trying to get used to normal blogging. And I still plan to post any poems I write, hopefully to receive any critique from people who read them (assuming anyone ever does). So that's all for now.

Friday, September 07, 2007

new song...not about me

A friend of mine had a Really rough day a little while back. And there was this huge storm that night. One thing led to another, and this came out.

The road to life is filled with stones
and glass to cut your heart
the potholes catch and twist my heels
and tear my life apart
sometimes I want to stop and wait
for a bus to run me down
to end it all, to kill the ache
but then it comes around

Rain, rain, sings my name
Weeps drops of hope to numb my pain
a melancholy balm for soul
to heal my heartache, leave me whole

The game of life's a game that's played
by someone on their own.
Sometimes it feels like life is cheating,
I just can't pass go.
I'm Body in the parlor with
the rope, all set to swing.
Again it comes, I hear its words
that shower down, and sing:

Rain, rain, sigh my name,
caress my heart, rinse out my pain.
Weeps crystal tears to hide my own
remind me that I'm not alone.

Come laugh with me
in the rain
Come cry with me
in the rain
Come dance with me
in the rain
We'll fly away...

...in the rain.

Rain, Rain, breathe my name
come shower stars to light the way
to guide me home, grant healing sleep
on bed of cloud, in sky so deep...