I am on an endless jouney of self discovery. I'm a poetical cynic who has lost her voice. A phoenix that's forgotten how to fly. Once a flame of hope, now a mere shadow of what I was. My beauty obscure, with a spirit that's unforgettable. Two driving forces that motivate me are empathy and guilt (see religious upbringing). I can, at times, Feel too intensely this is my greatest strength and at the same time my greatest weakness. I sometimes can be too blunt and this is often misinterpreted as me being snotty. Perhaps the quote that best describes me is... "She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself." --Anais Nin
Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap
Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap
Oh I'd slippy and I'd slidey over everybody's hiney
Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap
Oh I wish I were fishy in the sea
Oh I wish I were fishy in the sea
Oh I'd swim nudey nudey without my bathing suity
Oh I wish I were fishy in the sea
My Philosophy
If life gives you lemons, eat your damn lemons.
What Gives Me Hope
There are still good-hearted people in the world.
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
I would protect the oceans at all costs and at the same time explore their far reaches for cures to disease.
What/who changed my life and why
How about a song for thought...
"Am I Awake?"
Artist: They Might Be Giants
Am I awake?
What time is it?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
The coffee's cold, did I forget to drink it yet
Did I forget?
My clothes are wet I don't remember drinking it
When I get through this part
Will the next one be the same
Will I be wondering
If I'm awake?
These are not the clothes I had on when I went to bed
And something else besides my hair is growing from my head
And when I close my eyes it looks the same as when I open them again
Am I awake?
What time is it?
Is it that time again?
Wasn't it already then?
So does it have to be
The time it was again
When I get through this day
Can't someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
When I get through this day
Can someone tell me how
And how much longer now
Am I awake?
"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again."
- Mathilde Blind - "April Rain"
I wish you dear Friend a weekend with peace and that you enjoy Mother Earth beauty. With Love Ana
"Grown men can learn from very little children for the hearts of the little children are pure. Therefore, the Great Spirit may show to them many things which older people miss."
- Black Elk - Oglala Sioux Holy Man
... listen the children's wisdom dear Friend. They are the future. with Love Ana
Our friendship is an ocean Stretching Far and wide Never ending Filled with memories That last a lifetime Our friendship is Just like the stars Both go beyond Man's reach So best friends it is Now and forever. That's the best feeling there is Nothing could be better Now and forever.
"Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form." Albert Einstein
"Peace Is... " Peace is a beautiful thing Peace is laughter Peace is love Peace is stopping to enjoy. World peace Is looking at a tree Watching a spider build a web Touching the world with peace. Peace is nature Peace is a friend Peace is our flag Peace is you Peace is me Peace Peace on Earth Peace toward all men and women and children Peace, Amen, Amen And in the heart of Askaban. The answer is unfogging War is not the answer Peace Is the answer. by Rose(age 8)New Hampshire have a peaceful weekend with Love Ana
What is a Poem A poem is hidden in the soundlessspeechless soft clouds Tossing turning twisting in the crystal clear aquamarine sky Look inside a pleasing pretty flower Climb immeasurable immenseimpressive mountains If you find a poem handle it carefully Like a newborn puppy For a poem can die or slip through fingers Like creamy butter And be lost in the dark streets Look in places where you have never been before And there you might find a poem Lost somewhere in the soft clouds The clear sky or a pretty flower Waiting for you! by Amber Hickman (aged 8)