enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to make you human,
enough hope to make you happy.
It is said,
easier by inch
than by yard.
The love I have
I cannot give
for me this life
I have to live.
Sadness, anger,
happiness and pain.
Without these things
life is in vain.
To be human
is an extreme.
It's an irratic,
eternal stream.
A rapid river
of joy and sorrow
and everlasting hope
of a better tomarrow.
In the morning he awoke early, like all spiders do, and went on with his morning duties. Still the others stopped to laugh at his size. Then, just then, something 'snapped' inside of him and he felt courage come from deep within and he had the strength no to cry or run away. He stood up to the bullies. The others weren't impressed or happy that they couldn't get a reaction out of him so why would they bug him? So they left.
Once again the morning came right on schedule, this time he got up extra early so that no one else was up yet. Now he could prove himself, he was going to take "The Test". No one has ever passed it before. He knew even though he was so small his heart would not fail him.
He stood up and raced along the nest to where the water that collects when it rains. That is where the entrance to the sacred test begins. He dashed across the pool and into the hollow opening, where it was quite dark.
He started his acent to glory, step after step he truged on knowing that with each step he was comming closer to his goal. Then he heard a frightening sound, "BOOM!!!", it was thunder, and that ment, RAIN!!! He dashed with all of his might to reach the top before the water beat him back down. But, alas he was far too small to put up much of a struggle, and he slid all of the way back down to the start. Then it stopped raining, just as suddenly as it had come.
Wet, cold and tired he still was determined not to be defeated. He began once again on his now slippery journey back up the opening. He went on and on step after step, not knowing when his body would falter or his leg would slip. Then he felt the warm rays of the sun as it pelted his body and warmed his blood.
Soon he was dry again. With new found energy he ran up all of the way to the top where he finally discovered what no one had before. I was the roof. "WOW", he said. Just then, everyone else woke up and saw what the itsy-bitsy spider had accomplished, and they marveled at his bravery and of course was never teased again.
THE END
May you always feel loved.
Why can't we figure it out?
It seems so simple to do,
To just say, "I love you",
It seems in our modern time,
That no one will even spare a dime,
No help comes to those in need,
We just walk on by and let them bleed,
Love is not some prize to be won,
It can be learned by anyone,
Who is willing to go beyond,
This world which we are bond.
Why is it so hard to find joy,
Without having that neat new toy?
When do we confuse what is right,
With things that just seem it might?
It does seem in this day and age,
That it's hard to contain our buring rage,
Unable to stop the endless pain,
It seems only on me does it rain,
Depression, sadness, lost love and hate,
Without these, life we could not appraciate,
For there is no good without the evil,
Hardships are what forges us on Gods anvil,
It is my utmost will to say,
I love you, each and every day.
That living is pure delight;
Your work like every day like happy play;
Your sleep like a child's at night.
Love... what exactly is its defenition? Is it that you feel attracted to something sexually or menally or that you would die to save whatever it is from a terrable fate. Or simply showing thanks and joy with all. Who is to say what the most powerful feeling of all is all about? Maybe a doctor who has devoted their life in learing how he human body works. Or is it a king of superior knowlege, who has experiance in making great decisions for many people. Or yet be a begger who's hardships top all others, scraping for life every day on the cold streets. begging for food and shelter but in vein and continually gets turned away from those who are sickened by his apperance. Or maybe the all pwerful God who knows all and created all things, who says to love all others even thine enemy who hates you and depises you and spits in your face and mocks you. Or maybe anyone who wants it bad enough may obtain the greatest power on earth.
The walls are black as night and just as lifeless, nothing seems to dare hang from them. I notice there are three windows in this room. Each massive window has two blood-red curtains draped about either side. Centering my attention to the single window with the liht illuminating from within it, I notice it is the only source of all light in this dark place.
I reach out with my hand and I touch the stream of light. Instantly I feel as if all emotions I have ever felt were jumping around inside of my chest at once. Startled and confused I jerk my arm back as if I were bitten.
I turn to observe the other side of the room but, in vain for i stood there looking into nothingness that seemed to go on for miles. I quickly loose intrest of starting at the darkness and turn back to the windows. After a few seconds of looking at the steady stream of light I get a feeling of silent death about me. As if I were about to die, yet nothing else seemed to be changed.
A sudden rush of adrenalin floods my body as the floor breaks into peices beneath me and I fall. Only by catching the side of the hole do I samve myself from falling to a most certain death. As I scramble to get up the frail blackened floor crumbles within my grasp and I find myself at a race against gravity to get up before the hole engulfs the entire floor. Hoping God has mercy I scramble with all of my might. With a short celebrating sigh I get to my hands and knees. Thanking whatever force that enabled me to survive, I sand up. Still in hype from the incident my body starts to shake. A couple of minutes pass and I realize my shakin isn't caused by adrenalin buy by cold temperatures. My fingers start to turn colors you don't see in a cryon box, and I slowly loose coordination and feeling.
I stumble to turn around and examine the five foot-wide hole in the center of the floor, which seems to urge the mist to come to it and fall into its depths. I quickly loose intrest in the floor feeling a need to escape. For my body was growing yet more colder with each passing second. I walk toward the window with the moonight pouring in from it. Stepping carefuly so as not to fall into the gaping chasm. I make it to my destination and cock my arm and close my eyes. As my fist plunged through the window, small shards of glass flew in and out of it. I know this because I could feel it on my arm as some stuck into me.
Slowly I open my eyes to notice that the light that once shown through the window was not gone, and the room but one large shadow. Curiosity and confusion fill my mind as i stumble around looking for the window with my hands. Finding its sharp edges I haul my body out of th window and fall into the darkness.
A thing of never-ending value,
To loose one would be a blunder,
Without one joys would be few,
A friend is stubborn as a mule,
In helping you to find,
In youre heart a precious jewel,
To see ourselves in another's mind,
A friend is somone to confide in,
A wonderfully trustworthy ally,
With which aid you shall surely win,
Life's travesties with a mere sigh,
A friend never fully gives up on you,
A friendship bond is rarely broken,
No matter what you do,
No matter what words were spoken,
A friend is somone I strive to always be,
A better person than what is expected,
I hope you will always think of me,
Whenever the word "friend" is dissected.
To want to hit someone with a brick,
A moped on the freeway would fly,
If a semi-truck on it passed by,
These things are about as funny,
As a fur coat to a bunny,
Life comes and goes in a crazy spurt,
Love always, don't be a squirt,
I see beneath your protecitve layer,
You pretend to act like a player,
Don't forget, even though life is hard,
Life by inch is easier than by yard,
I wish you all of lifes best,
To be better than all of the rest,
So if you use all of your marbles,
You'll straighten out all of lifes garbles,
Remember, he who loves last wins,
Even though he recieves no pins,
Just some advice from your brother,
Will you pass it along to another?
And drive around in a fancy car,
To shoot the winning shot,
The last second of the clock,
To have the biggest party of all,
And invite your friends to the mall,
Don't forget while on your high horse,
And have friends like Chuck Norris,
To drop in once and a while,
To share a hug and a smile,
Even though you are so small,
Keep bouncing that basketball,
I think it might seem funny,
Someday mom might ask you for money,
Don't forget to aim for number one,
And don't stop until you are done,
So if that happens on that day,
Will you pass some dough my way?
has a warm shoulder to cry on.
has a caring hand for you to hold.
has a sense of never being truly gone.
has a loyalty of the highest.
has always a kind word to say.
has opinions that are never bias.
has the time for you night or day.
has respect for all living beings.
has appreciation for life's splendor.
has understanding for your feelings.
has you and you her/his helpful mentor.
has patience for constanct teasings.
has the fastest remedy for the blues.
has happiness when you s/he's pleasing.
has been there walking in your shoes.
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. Some of us are old, some not so smart, some fat, some bald, some physically challenged, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. There is a lot of good in you! Remember to apprecite all the different people in your life! Or as I like to think of it - if not for the crackpots in my life, it would be pretty boring... ^_^
Q: Why did the blonde tip-toe past the medicine cabinet?
A: She didn't want to wake the sleeping pills.
