I Found My Passion, Deeper.

He Sees Him In My Eyes

In the car, volume low
Preaches he does, in wise lyrics
Listen I do, tuning into his station
“Dream Big Honey”

Dinner table, with eager ears
Words, wisdom passed around on a platter
Take a serving of it, support and encouragement
“Dream Big Honey”

Mirror, I see, though not I
Him, I see, instead
Reflections discovered
He sees me,
I see him

Daddy always told me to
Dream Big
Engrossing, I must confess, to
Dream Big
I’ll do it for us, for him, to
Dream Big

Dream bigger, though
I promised.

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We had to write about our father's. And describe a trait about him that describes him the best. I picked encouraging=].

Tickin'

The grains of said inch down slowly

Time ticks by, tick tock tick tock

You see your life flash by like a sudden story

Everything seems so vivid, like an intricate thought

Who would have known you can watch Life

See it pile up quickly

See it move faster to the tip of a knife

Hairs on your arm stand up making your skin prickly

Time they say is of the essence

Yet slowly and surely it reaches it's end

Nothing more than just a spirtual presence

Gathering it's weight, tilting, about to bend

The hourglass of life is waiting

Patiently and impatiently it's making you frown

No use of watching your trapped in and staying

Just live your life, before the sand weighs you down

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Professor Miner threw a bunch of objects on the ground and he said to pick the thing that interested you the most. I picked the hourglass.

Grip.

One holds the other.

Strong hand, weak hand

Gripping tightly for security

Blistering because of protection

One holds the other.

Forceful penetration

Inviting situation

Sweaty pamls from persuasion

Crackly skin from perseverance

One holds the other.

Equality is screaming

Opposition is succumbing

Height becomes the tower

Strength becomes the backbone

One holds the other.

They hold eachother

They intertwine their fingers

They are together connected as one

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Same thing Prof. Miner did, but with random postcards. I found a postcard that had hands all over the place and they were gripping a stick. For some reason, I could not get my mind away from Edward and Bella's relationship. hahahahah!

SOOOOOOOOO. There are 3 poems I wrote from yesterday's clas... Anyway.. like this post says... I found what I absolutely love doing, and.... i want to do it for sure in the future.. i want to write... but not as a hobby, maybe a part-time job on the side?? Yeah.. I can't see my future without me writing.. I want to take it to another level... And fckn i HELLA LOVE my creative writing class. I was so used to writing about emotions like love or sadness or whatever.. i never really touched on the things we do in class.. it opened my eyes to see how beautiful writing is.. aahaha yeah.... and get this, i'm so proud of myeslf because all the poems we have to write is in 5 minutes.. not too shabby eh? imagine if i had more time.. =] fabulous! hahah ok be back soon.

xoxo,
Kristine