I love this song so much... I found it about a year ago. It makes me think, in a good way though. It used to make me depressed, but no more. =)

Well I am at my place of work at the apartments... it is pretty dead, which is bad for business, but good for writing =P

 

I feel like I shouldn't be on here haha xD (Probably correct!)

 

Just wanted to make a short blog... work at both places is getting to be a bit better. Star, my boss at Spencer's is going to make me a book list =D I am excited for that! The more I read, the better my writing becomes ^^ I am not going to write anything all "deep" or something along those lines when I am here at the office. But anyways... I should probably do my job xD Hmm... Oh yeah!!! STAR TREK WAS AMAZING! The new X-Men movie was also fairly amazing. I was going to say epic... but I generally don't use that word ever =P So I guess that I won't put that down.

 

Anyways... the apartment life is kind of boring... I hate not being able to go to college =\ It really blows. I wish that I had a roomate and a more flexable job... but for now I have to deal with it. Oh and by roommate I mean Leif lol He still hasn't moved in yet, but come November he will be living with me :) Hazza. Hopefully I can work something out with Stacey as far as my job... complicated... Anywho. I have to get going. Don't want to get caught ^^

 

Bye-bye,

Ttfn

 

P.S. I will probably either walk to Leif's house today (yay for 1:30hr walks!) or write another blog after work, but we will see :)

There lie the pen,

Beside the papers with words written,

Perfect; still, and weathered,

They lie side by side.

 

The words once read and marveled,

Now decay with the pages of the book,

Slowly they fade,

And their power; forgotten.

 

Upon a desk,

Of deep oaken wood,

Though forgotten the readers have,

A ghost of the pen holder does not.

 

With the ages he has grown,

Far now from his former poems,

And as he sits he remembers,

As he goes back and counts his books numbers.

 

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

Ah Sister,

No more are the days of hide-n-seek,

The days will pass, as will the hours and weeks,

But no more hide-n-seek.

 

Separate and alone,

In rooms spread far across a nation,

Growth of oneself is in great contemplation,

Can we do it alone?

 

Miss you,

For the days will be empty, childlessness for weeks,

And through this poem, though so meek,

Again will we play hide-n-go-seek.

 

Ah Sister,

Again we shall clash,

And then it will be over, our victory splash,

For I will go home, and you will stay there; and not so very near.

 

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer