Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Monday, March 12, 2012
interior battle
The last shard of sunlight slips behind the edge of the horizon.
It's absence causes a gray effect.
He stands there.
Under God's street light- the moon.
Unsure of his purpose in Life.
With a confused and empty look on his face,
He begins to walk.
Right now he has no destination in mind.
His soul cries out for something deeper.
Something stronger.
He chooses to ignore.
God calls-
He turns away.
Too confused for Truth.
His feet keep the shuffling rhythm.
Kicking small stones and pieces of snow.
The night is still.
A faint breeze stirs a few leaves that managed
To hang on to the branches for the long winter.
He looks up at the moon numerous times.
A source of inspiration as always.
The clouds are wisping and gliding across its
Snowy Face.
That snowy face has watched this ol' Earth
For decades.
It has seen many a man wander thru the darkness of night.
Wondering.
The world is empty without God.
There is no joy.
No happiness.
Without God there is only feeble man.
Trying to please others.
& pretending to be happy themself.
But on the inside-
There is evil.
There is unrest.
There is a deep longing for TRUE joy,
That only God can give.
He thinks of all this as the miles slip behind him.
God is the only way.
He Knows.
but
Tonight it is just too hard to surrender everything
To the Almighty.
Why?
Why is it hard?
Is it pride?
Is he too proud too admit that God-
(and only God)
Can save?
Tonight is a night of questions.
He longs for a friend to tell everything to.
And really the friend he needs is GOD.
The wee hours of the morn find him,
Still searching & pondering.
Finally a sleep overwhelms the brain.
And gives a certain rest.
Monday, January 30, 2012
three years
January 30, 2009
The phone rang. My mom answered and talked for a moment,
Then rushed the phone to my dad.
My sister and I knew something was wrong-
We thought maybe Grandma or Grandpa had died.
Sadly, we were wrong.
Mom and Dad came back and told us the news of our two cousins
(ages 18 and 21) who had just been
killed in a car accident on the icy roads in the mountains
near Jasper, Alberta.
Shock.
This can't be real.
Stuff like this only happens to other people.
I was confused and sat in a chair with a blanket wrapped around me
for the rest of the evening.
Wishing I could just cry.
But I couldn't. I was too sad or something.
The funeral came and went.
The winter turned into spring
& the seasons kept right on in their cycle.
But never will the wound heal.
It is not possible to just heal after just saying good-bye so tragically.
The scar remains to remind of love lost.
written in memory of Tannis & Heidi
The phone rang. My mom answered and talked for a moment,
Then rushed the phone to my dad.
My sister and I knew something was wrong-
We thought maybe Grandma or Grandpa had died.
Sadly, we were wrong.
Mom and Dad came back and told us the news of our two cousins
(ages 18 and 21) who had just been
killed in a car accident on the icy roads in the mountains
near Jasper, Alberta.
Shock.
This can't be real.
Stuff like this only happens to other people.
I was confused and sat in a chair with a blanket wrapped around me
for the rest of the evening.
Wishing I could just cry.
But I couldn't. I was too sad or something.
The funeral came and went.
The winter turned into spring
& the seasons kept right on in their cycle.
But never will the wound heal.
It is not possible to just heal after just saying good-bye so tragically.
The scar remains to remind of love lost.
written in memory of Tannis & Heidi
Monday, December 5, 2011
who?
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| I AM slightly embarrassed about this sketch. |
. . .
Saturday, October 22, 2011
melancholic drummer
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| drawn in grade 8 |
"What is that I hear?"
listen closely; the steady boom of a drum-
Look, there he comes down the street.
Boy, he looks sad..probably he is an orphan.
And look at his face-
He looks as tho' there is no joy left in
his world.
the lad keeps on beating his drum as if his little Life depends on it.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
imperceptible party
Jordyne!
the winner of "Arm in Arm" by Remy Charlip.
This young lady entered her name last night and of all things; this morning she won the book!
Amberlynn was the name I pulled out after Jordyne so she will receive a small consolation package in the mail.
I would like to thank all of you that tried out for the contest by entering your name and I wish I could give you all a prize for being so nice-- Ha.
..anyway, I wish you all good luck in the future and a buinesere~
...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
inadequate individual
He checked his image once more in the visor mirror of his BMW before stepping out into the crisp autumn air. The sun shone brightly but it did not impart much warmth to this section of the city. His left arm was raised and his expensive watch glistened in the light as he checked the time; still two minutes early. A sparkling, glass skyscraper towered above him but he did not look up--he seemed too preoccupied. Two sets of automatic doors whirred softly aside for this important looking man. Marble and polished chrome gleamed on either side. Everything was in perfect symmetry; potted plants, modern leather sofas, and artwork on the walls. He ascended the escalator as he gazed about. A secretary clothed in a black dress waited behind a rich mahogany desk with a fresh arrangement of exotic flowers on it when he arrived on the second floor.
"Good morning-" she said.
"Good morning," he said "I have an appointment with Mr. Gorelia, if you please."
"Why sure," she said while scrolling through some sort of list on her Macintosh, "Mr. Harms?"
"Yes, that's me.."
"Okay it should be just a few minutes. Have seat over there." she said waving her hand in the direction of a lavish chair beside a perfect Japanese bonsai tree.
He sat.
Three minutes later the famous Mr. Gorelia summoned the visitor to his spacious outer office. Mr. Harms tried to cover his nervousness as he entered.
"There is no need to sit down," began Mr. Gorelia "What I have to say will not take long. You are not suitable for the job I had in mind. You are dismissed."
Mr. Harms turned and walked back down the hallway. It felt like his head was exploding. How could this be happening to him? He didn't deserve it. He tried in vain to act professional as he passed the secretary's desk.
"Have a good afternoon." he heard her say as he dashed down the escalator. He took no notice of the automatic doors as they swished aside. His mind was in turmoil. His day was spoiled. How long would it take to start all over? Where would he start?
Questions.
..
"Good morning-" she said.
"Good morning," he said "I have an appointment with Mr. Gorelia, if you please."
"Why sure," she said while scrolling through some sort of list on her Macintosh, "Mr. Harms?"
"Yes, that's me.."
"Okay it should be just a few minutes. Have seat over there." she said waving her hand in the direction of a lavish chair beside a perfect Japanese bonsai tree.
He sat.
Three minutes later the famous Mr. Gorelia summoned the visitor to his spacious outer office. Mr. Harms tried to cover his nervousness as he entered.
"There is no need to sit down," began Mr. Gorelia "What I have to say will not take long. You are not suitable for the job I had in mind. You are dismissed."
Mr. Harms turned and walked back down the hallway. It felt like his head was exploding. How could this be happening to him? He didn't deserve it. He tried in vain to act professional as he passed the secretary's desk.
"Have a good afternoon." he heard her say as he dashed down the escalator. He took no notice of the automatic doors as they swished aside. His mind was in turmoil. His day was spoiled. How long would it take to start all over? Where would he start?
Questions.
..
Sunday, June 5, 2011
blind-folded & dashing at great speeds
Yesterday, which would be Saturday, June 4, I attended a year-end picnic/play day. This picnic was located at a park called Spring Glen Park in southern Alberta. The sun shone down on my head very mercilessly and the breeze was barely moving. The day started out with an assortment of races by the students and pre-schoolers. Lots of screams from the kids and cheers and shouts from the proud parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and other happy bystanders.
Things were quite Normal & Nice until a new race was presented. It was called "put a piece of fabric, (called a blind-fold in this case) over your eyes, spin around once, then head for an orange pylon and try to beat everyone to it." This achievement is rather hard when all you can see is the piece of fabric in front of your eyes! Anyway, the school kids tried their luck at this game, some of them ending up in a heap of tears on the ground while others ended up near the fence or in the trees.
Finally it was my turn to try and win this race! I picked out a bright blue blind-fold and tied it around my skull. I waited for the command to go. A voice said through a megaphone, "One...Two...Three..SPIN!" so I spun 360 degrees and started jogging toward what I thought was the orange pylon. We had twenty-five seconds to complete this task and before I could find the pylon, a voice said, "Time's up!"
I took off my blue piece of fabric and noticed that I wasn't too far from the goal but I sure wasn't the closest. Each age group was allowed two tries at this so we headed back to the starting line with smiles on our faces and saying the words, "HO! That was fun!!"
We lined up in a row once more and readjusted our bandannas. Then the "123...SPIN" words were repeated and I took off at a faster trot than I had the first time.
Suddenly, I crashed rather hard into a girl who was also participating in this activity. We both fell to the ground and lay there moaning and wondering who we had hit. (or I was wondering at least, I don't know what she was all thinking about) As we lay there another female participant in this race, tripped over the fallen body of the first girl and landed right on top of my nose!
When we finally arose and cleared our vision by removing the pieces of a future quilt, the crowd didn't know how badly we were injured. the first girl that I hit had a sore collar bone and toe plus a rip in her dress. She had to go home to put on fresh apparel. I had a sore nose that quit being sore after a few hours and a headache that lasted for the rest of the day but is gone now! The other fallen female didn't get too badly hurt I don't think, probably just abit sore. So now you know, my friends, when you're blind-folded, who nows what may happen! :D
Things were quite Normal & Nice until a new race was presented. It was called "put a piece of fabric, (called a blind-fold in this case) over your eyes, spin around once, then head for an orange pylon and try to beat everyone to it." This achievement is rather hard when all you can see is the piece of fabric in front of your eyes! Anyway, the school kids tried their luck at this game, some of them ending up in a heap of tears on the ground while others ended up near the fence or in the trees.
Finally it was my turn to try and win this race! I picked out a bright blue blind-fold and tied it around my skull. I waited for the command to go. A voice said through a megaphone, "One...Two...Three..SPIN!" so I spun 360 degrees and started jogging toward what I thought was the orange pylon. We had twenty-five seconds to complete this task and before I could find the pylon, a voice said, "Time's up!"
I took off my blue piece of fabric and noticed that I wasn't too far from the goal but I sure wasn't the closest. Each age group was allowed two tries at this so we headed back to the starting line with smiles on our faces and saying the words, "HO! That was fun!!"
We lined up in a row once more and readjusted our bandannas. Then the "123...SPIN" words were repeated and I took off at a faster trot than I had the first time.
Suddenly, I crashed rather hard into a girl who was also participating in this activity. We both fell to the ground and lay there moaning and wondering who we had hit. (or I was wondering at least, I don't know what she was all thinking about) As we lay there another female participant in this race, tripped over the fallen body of the first girl and landed right on top of my nose!
When we finally arose and cleared our vision by removing the pieces of a future quilt, the crowd didn't know how badly we were injured. the first girl that I hit had a sore collar bone and toe plus a rip in her dress. She had to go home to put on fresh apparel. I had a sore nose that quit being sore after a few hours and a headache that lasted for the rest of the day but is gone now! The other fallen female didn't get too badly hurt I don't think, probably just abit sore. So now you know, my friends, when you're blind-folded, who nows what may happen! :D
Thursday, April 7, 2011
side dish of raindrops
He left his dull apartment and walked down the sidewalk. The young man took even steps made sure that he did not step on the cracks. His mind was full of swirling ideas and notions.
The day was slightly warm at twenty two degrees celsius and the sky was partially cloudy with a rare, silver raindrop that made a splash where it landed. Trees were just beginning to burst forth with fresh leaves and/or delicate blossoms with fresh scents. The birds were twittering happily; glad that spring had finally arrived.
An older woman sat knitting by a window on the third floor of an apartment across the avenue. She was looking about at all of the things I described earlier. She too, was happy for this season.
Then as she sat by the window thinking of the days gone by, she noticed the young man. He was clad in a thin, gray jacket, faded blue-jeans, and dirty white sneakers. A sad and discouraged look covered his face. The woman wondered how anyone could look so sad on a glorious day like today.
You might be wondering the same thing.
This morning the young man had taken a taxi to the factory where he worked. As he stepped into the work room, his boss greeted him with a smile and told him that the company had recently purchased a marvelous new machine! And this machine was so wonderful that he would needto lay off some of his employees! He then proceeded to tell the young man to leave because there was no work for him here. Heleft with a sad face.
To make matters worse, as he stepped onto the crosswalk at a busy intersection, a speeding motorist in a nineteen seventy two Buick gave him a push. He flopped onto the hood and felt like giving up. But instead of giving in to defeat, he vowed to wear his bicycle helmet next time he went walking. The pediatrician supported this idea. (as did the man's mother-in-law)
The day was slightly warm at twenty two degrees celsius and the sky was partially cloudy with a rare, silver raindrop that made a splash where it landed. Trees were just beginning to burst forth with fresh leaves and/or delicate blossoms with fresh scents. The birds were twittering happily; glad that spring had finally arrived.
An older woman sat knitting by a window on the third floor of an apartment across the avenue. She was looking about at all of the things I described earlier. She too, was happy for this season.
Then as she sat by the window thinking of the days gone by, she noticed the young man. He was clad in a thin, gray jacket, faded blue-jeans, and dirty white sneakers. A sad and discouraged look covered his face. The woman wondered how anyone could look so sad on a glorious day like today.
You might be wondering the same thing.
This morning the young man had taken a taxi to the factory where he worked. As he stepped into the work room, his boss greeted him with a smile and told him that the company had recently purchased a marvelous new machine! And this machine was so wonderful that he would needto lay off some of his employees! He then proceeded to tell the young man to leave because there was no work for him here. Heleft with a sad face.
To make matters worse, as he stepped onto the crosswalk at a busy intersection, a speeding motorist in a nineteen seventy two Buick gave him a push. He flopped onto the hood and felt like giving up. But instead of giving in to defeat, he vowed to wear his bicycle helmet next time he went walking. The pediatrician supported this idea. (as did the man's mother-in-law)
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