Just For Once,....

Sick and tired of all the pain.
Sick and tired of all the drama.
Sick and tired of all the hate.
Sick and tired of all the tears.
Sick and tired of all the time it takes
Just to try to make things better,
Just for once, can't people throw away
The selfishness that they all carry
In their hearts.
Just for once, can't people just smile
Instead frown.
Just for once, can't people just be happy
And get along.
All I want to do is hide.
All I want to do is die.
Maybe then life will be the way it should be.

Erin M. Wetherill 2012

If only we might fall
Like cherry blossoms in the spring
So pure and radiant!

-Unknown

Note: This haiku speaks of how the Japanese Samurai of old hoped to die as they followed Bushido, the Way of the Warrior.

Natsu-gusa ya
tsuwamono-domo ga
yume no ato
Summer grass:
of stalwart warriors splendid dreams
the aftermath

-Matsuo Basho

Let It Go

Living a life
I'm not sure how to live
Not knowing what to do
Or where to go
Or why things are the way they are
Or, in truth,
Who I really am.
Life is difficult for all
But there are the good times
Everyone stresses at some point
So just relax and let it go.

The Ugly

It's so easy to see
That all that one cares for
Is them self.
It's so easy to see
That they believe
They are above others.
They are the kind of people
That nobody really likes,
That others try to avoid:
The rude, conceded
The haughty, inconsiderate
The ugly.

Erin Wetherill 2011

Fly away with me my DOVE
to a forbidden land where SKITTLES meet the rainbow
Lay under the MILKY WAY with me
And lets gaze at the STARBURST together
Just you and me, SWEET BLISS
I want to share your KISSES
When the moon begins to ECLIPSE
We'll be in each other's arms
Your all the PAYDAY I'll ever need
I always knew how much of a SWEET TART you could be.
NOW AND LATER, always and forever
There are ZERO people like you
Your my LIFE SAVER in this unforgiving world
I love all your SNICKERS
And I feel bliss when wrapped in your BUTTERFINGERS
I wouldn't trade you for a 100 GRAND

Robert Fox ♥

Note: Pay attention to the capitalized words.

Repeat

Living through
The daily routine
Listening to
The same old thing
I'm getting tired
Of doing the same thing
Repeatedly
It gets old
And it gets boring
There are very few times
When something new
Is given up
I would rather
Sleep the day away
Instead of
Repeating the day
Over again

Note: I wrote this poem while I was still in high school and didn't get a chance to type it up yet. I found it today while looking for a recipe for a foreign dish that I have stashed somewhere around my room.

Dream Traveler's Log 2

Come now children let's go away
There is much much more to see today
Hurry up no time to rest
Let's follow this path up to the crest

Here is the big town full of sin click your safeties pull your pins
Money is tight and hard to find
Houses gone the papers signed
The water is bright shines with a glow
Just don't drink it (you don't want to know)
The lack of feeling in the air
Everyone here feels our despair
Cops are dirty and so corrupt
They end your walking quite abrupt
This is no place for the small
One wrong move and then you'll fall
Next up people we enter the slums
I warn you now don't feed the bums

Robert Fox ♥

Dream Traveler's Log 1

Come with me child and take my hand
I will show you my strange land
Where nothing in quite what it seems
Here within the land of dreams

The people are free but their faces stitched
Eyes that don't see and brains that are ditched
The flowers are pretty and smell real sweet
But the odor and fumes in your nose they eat
The houses are slanted and held up by lies
The rivers are filled with pain and heartfelt cries
The animals are angry and eat our young
But we destroyed their homes what'd done is done
This land is not magic not made of hope
This land is your hookers, thieves, and dope
This is the land of your own making
From the dreams and the lives of the people your taking

This is your twilight.

Robert Fox ♥

Come with me and take my hand
I shall show you my magic land
Where nothing is quite what it seems
Here inside the land of dreams

The water glitters from side to side
Like smiles from a happy bride
Secrets to your ears I confide
The kind deep kept ones I hide
The whisper of soft sayings in your ears
My comforting grasp soothing your fears
My shoulder for crying all your tears
Holding you while the end draws high
Our lives happy spent our souls will fly

Robert Fox ♥

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I'm Tired

I'm tired of starting the day without you.
I'm tired of waiting for the call that never comes.
I'm tired of coming home to an empty house.
I'm tired of sleeping alone.
I'm tired of having no one to tuck in at night.
I'm tired of seeing happy families.
I'm so tired of feeling alone.
I'm so very tired of hearing this too shall pass.

When someone we loves dies, we are left to endure so many things. Their death is the big obvious one, but slowly we realize that there is more...like the thousand and one reminders that our special person died each time we return-alone-for the first time to a place or experience we once shared. And like the no-matter-how-well-intentioned-ridiculous things that people say to us that only make us feel more alone and less understood.
Everyone around us still seems to have places to go and things to do, while our world has either stopped or spun mercilessly out of control. We no longer understand people's need to hurry. What are they hurring to, their own deaths? We no longer have the energy or desire to hurry; time for us changed with the death of our loved one.
In time, when my broken heart has begun to men, though I may still be "tired of", I may also say:

I'm so glad for every day we had.
Thinking of you makes me smile.
I feel your presence with me everywhere.
I know now that death cannot really take you away from me.
I will live ni ways to make you proud.
Life is good; Let me live.

By Deb Kosmer

The Wildwoods

Ancient Spirits wise and old
Hidden secrets never told
Mystic symbols carved in oak
Faces in the sacred smoke
Forest dark and magic white
Words of power, spells of light
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
Aradia the Mother bright
Queens and Priestess of the night
Hunter Herne and Jack o'the green
Ate watching hidden and unseen
There's magic in the sacred ground
So draw protection all around
The moon is bright, the magic strong
The witch wind whispers fair song
Cast the circle, light the flame
Call the powers in the old God's name
But from the paths you must stray never
Oh the wildwoods will keep you forever.


L.R.

雨 (Rain)

Rokugastu no uso me no mae no hontou
Sepia ni shimaikomu
Yorisou to ka nukumori to ka
Wakaranaku natteta

"Kimi wa shitori de keiki da kara...ne"to
Oshitsukete sayonara
Son tagui no kiyaume nara
Kikiakita hazu na no ni

Nariyamanai youshanai omoidetachi wa
Yurushitekuresou ni mo nai
Me wo tojreba ikioi wa masu bakari de
Toomaki de kimi ga wara

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Nigeba no nai boku wo erabu no

Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama osuru
Mukau saki wa "tsugi" ja nakute
"Sugi"bakari oikaketa

Nagusame kara kikkake wo kureta kimi to
Urameshiku kowagari na boku
Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Kako wo shiritagaranai hitomi
Arainagashitekureru yubi
Yasashii hohaba de iyasu kuzuato
Todokisou de todokanai kyori

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazo ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


This song is entirely japanese. I am still working on translating it into english.

Exerpt from the Japanese song Rain

Japanese:
Yatto mitsuketa atarashii asa wa
Tsukihi ga jama wo suru
Makau saki wa tsugi janakute
Sugi kakari oikaketa

Nariyamanai yousha nai omoidetachi wa
Yurushite kuresou ni mo nai

Sorosoro ka na tesaguri tsukarete hoho wo
Kattou ga koboreochiru

Ame wa itsuka yamu no deshou ka
Zuibun nagai aida tsumetai
Ame wa dou shite boku wo erabu no
Tsutsumarete ii ka na

Ame wa yamo koto wo shirazu ni
Kyou mo furitsuzuku keredo
Sotto sashidashita kasa no naka de
Nukumori ni yorisoinagara


English:
We've finally found the new morning
It's hindered by days gone by
It is not the future that we turned to chase
All we pursue is the past

These relentless memories won't stop ringing in my head
They won't seem to forgive me

Isn't it about time for these tears of conflict
To brim and fall down my tired cheeks?

I wonder when the rain will stop?
It's been cold for the longest time
Whey does the rain choose to fall on me?
Should I loose myself to it?

The rain does not know how to stop
It continues to fall as always
While, in the umbrella you gently held out to me
I snuggle towards your warmth


PS I haven't found out who the singer is but when I do I'll post it.

Ballads by Mrs. Roeglin's Fifth Grade Class

When I went to hit the ball
I tried and tried not to fall
When I tried to get a home run
I missed the ball but still had a lot of fun.

Come on ref, let's flip the dime
Let's score some points before half time
Come on coach we want to cream
We want to cream the other team.

I was running to hit the ball
But my shoe untied and made me fall
I was playing tennis against my twin
And I was hoping I would win.

My brother fell and broke his toes
Because he had triped on a hose
They lost the game which made him mad
So then I felt very sad.

Every time I watch football
Everybody seems to fall
If they make this one last goal
The Packers will go to the Super Bowl.

I am never really able
To keep that ball up on the table
The net always blocks my shot
Then I start to get really hot.

I am usually pretty fast
I have never come in last
The fastest person's name is Kim
She tells us that she loves to swim.

As I start to dribble the ball
My shoes untie and I start to fall
When I fall I bump my head
All I want to do is go to bed.

When I start to shoot a duck
I see a great big 30-point buck
Then I go to grap my gun
I hit the deer and it started to run.

I slipped and fell off my skateboard
And landed on a telephone cord
When I fell I skinned my knee
And hit my head and I can barely see.

I'm gonna kick that soccer ball
I hope I don't trip and fall
I stepped into a great big hole
And scored the winning soccer goal.

As I ran I began to tumble
Then it ended up being a fumble
The next play was going to be a pass
But then I tripped and fell in the grass.

I go to the ice rink and hope to learn
The teacher taught me how to turn
Then I did a double flying spin
This time I really hope to win.


These were written by my younger brother and his classmates in Mrs. Roeglin's 5th grade class.

I Won't Be Left Behind

I run my fastest
But still get beat.
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet.
I try to move forward,
But I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.

The harder I am thrown,
The higher I bounce.
I give it my all,
And that's all that counts.
In first place,
Myself, I seldom find.
So I push to the limit-
I won't be left behind.

Some people tell me you can't,
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply, I won't.
The power is here,
locked away in my mind.
My perseverance is my excellence,
I won't be left behind.

Make the best of each moment,
The future is soon the past.
The more I tell myself this,
The less I come in last.
Throughout my competitions,
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson-
Giving up is the easy way out.

So every night before I go to bed,
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day,
And I won't be left behind.


Sara Nachtman

Mundial, en perseguir a mí ...

Mundial, en perseguir a mí, ¿qué ganas? ¿Cómo puede hacer daño si elijo, astutetly, en lugar de almacenar mi mente con cosas de belleza, de los residuos es la demanda de valores en todos los de la belleza? Alto precio y la riqueza traerme ningún placer, la felicidad sólo me preocupo de encontrar el tesoro se deriva de stting en mi mente y no de mi mente que es establecer un tesoro ganar. Yo premio no hermosura. Todas las cosas justo pagar a tiempo, el vencedor, su cuota de nombrados y tesoro trucos incluso el ojo experto. El mío es el mejor y el camino más cierto: dejar las vanidades de la vida a un lado, no tirar mi vida lejos de la vanidad.


Written by: Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

World, In Hounding Me...

World, in hounding me, what do you gain? How can it harm you if I choose, astutetly, rather to stock my mind with things of beauty, than waste it's stock on every beauty's claim? Costliness and weatly bring me no pleasure; the only happiness I care to find derives from setting treasure in my mind and not from my mind that's set on winning treasure. I prize no comeliness. All fair things pay to time, the victor, their appointed fee and treasure cheats even the practiced eye. Mine is the better and truer way: to leave the vanities of life aside, now throw my life away on vanity.


Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz
Translated from Spanish by: Alan S. Trueblood

By screeching owl, by toad and bat
By scuttling beetle, shiny black
We curse thy soal! We'll take thy life!

By blood-red moon and starless sky
By writhing bones and corpse's sigh
We curse thy soal! We'll take thy life!

By slithering snake and long-tailed rat
By mandrake root and familiar cat
We curse thy soal! We'll take thy life!

These words, have been written in blood
of innocents
Thus cursed you are by covens three:
You will die in a dark place, far
Underground with no friend at your side!

Malkin, Deane & Mouldheel

Note: This was taken from The Last Apprentice: Curse of the Bane by Joseph Delaney; I found it weird. Apparently this was a curse on one of the main characters, that if I remember correctly, never happened. The series is good though.