BubblesI saw a tiny bubbleFloating on the breeze,Capturing the sunlightThat filtered through the trees.The bubble was joined by others,And I followed where they led.They took me towards the clearing,Where the trees parted ahead.I stumble on the sourceof the iridescent spheres.A small girl greeted me,With a grin reaching her ears."Why do you blow bubbles?"I asked her in the light.She looked at me in shock,as though I'd asked to start a fight."People have forgotton,"she said, hands sticky with the solution,"They no longer play during their questFor progress and evolution.""Bubbles catch the rainbow,Bubbles travel the skies,"She explained to me,With sunlight in her eyes."They always bring a smile,They always bring some joy,to everyone who sees them,Even the saddest little boy."I stood dumbfoundedby her answer wise and sage.Who knew the knowledgepossessed by a child of her age?So I sat myself beside her,And asked to share her fun.We giggled, laughed and smiledAs
Title Undecided It started like any other normal day in my suburban, Midwestern home. I woke up early, much earlier than everyone else, to avoid the bickering over who got the bathroom when. My foster family made me crazy that way. I didn't ever bother learning all of their names, the kids kept changing too rapidly for me to keep track of, and the parents never took much notice of me as I wasn't failing out of school or on drugs. I showered, ran a comb through my red curls, and went through my daily hygiene routine. I got dressed in the morning silence before the cacophony of alarm clocks began to sound: a kelly green "Green Day" shirt I had creatively modified, as it was originally meant for a guy, dark blue jeans, Converse shoes that matched the shirt, and finally, my long black silk gloves and a scarf, as well as a dab of eye shadow that made my blue eyes pop. Then the first alarm blared, followed shortly by three more alarm clocks, each blasting a different
Two Kinds of PeopleThere are two kinds of people in this world: people who are Browncoats, and people who aren't.What is a Browncoat? The term is coined by screenwriter/director Joss Whedon in his television program "Firefly." It was a nickname given to the fighters of the Independent army, those who fought against Alliance control and unification of the planets. The Alliance had the combined powers of the United States and China, which became this super-powerful partnership that tried to gain even more power and control over the growing human population that had spread out across a new galaxy when we overwhelmed Earth's resources.Now that the back story is out of the way, what does it mean to be a Browncoat in real, everyday life? A Browncoat stands up for what he believes in. A Browncoat doesn't let authority figures use their power in ways he doesn't agree with. A Browncoat is a person who keeps fighting, even if he stands alone against all odds. He holds his position with a will only few can even h
AfueraEl sol brilla, y siento el calor en mi cara.¡Qué linda día he recibido hoy!Quiero conocerme con la tierra aplastando entre mis dedos de pie.Corro con la brisa que me acariciaJuego en la luz de la primaveraHuelo la llueve que ha acabado de pasarLos gritos de niños me hace sonreirSu alegría quiero coleccionar en botellaPara abrir un día oscuro y tristeEl mundo se nace de nuevoY esperanza reencendeLa belleza de esta día es un milagroTranslation:The sun shines, and I feel the warmth on my faceWhat a beautifal day I've received!I want to become familiar with the earth squelching between my toesI run with the breeze that caresses meI play in the light of springtimeI smell the rain that has just passed byThe shouts of children make me smileTheir joy I want to collect in a bottleTo open one dark and sad day.The world is born againAnd hope rekindlesThe beauty of this day is a miracle.
Two FacesTwo faces.When I see you, you are joyous,Full of life and energy.Elsewhere,There seems to be a weight on you;Lost in the woods without a map.I'm compelled to know youMy brain cannot wrap itself around this.Which face are you?Is your soul the dark one,Stuck in pain and lament?Feel alone in a vast would of regret.Or are you a child of light?The love that radiates from us allMerely dimmed by your confusionUnsure of why I'm drawn to youIs there something there to learn from you?Spirit finds the strangest ways to teach me
Just a Quick Phone CallJust a quick phone call for me to know you're thereJust a few words to let me know you careJust use those few moments you have to spareTo make me feel like more than airWe don't talk like we used to doYou don't know how much I'm missing youWe used to stick together like glitter on glueNow there's not even "Hey, I've got the flu."We used share our secrets, fears and painNow I feel like I'm lost out in the rainI'll try to put this simple, I'll try to make it plainI feel so cut off from you that I think I'll go insaneJust a quick phone call, so that I will knowMy fears are just ignorance, this really isn't soI miss you in the sunshine, the rain and the snowWhen all I hear is silence and the winds that blow