Friday, October 22, 2010. When I Look Into Your Eyes. When I first looked into your eyes,. Each breath became a thousand sighs. My heart drummed out a thunderous beat-. I glowed with joy from head to feet. The tide of love began to rise;.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Tuesday, September 6, 2016. This work is where that sentence led me to.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011. When have you finally reached your limits, and how are you going to seperate right from wrong? I think this poem still needs a little bit of work though and put more concrete thoughts into it. Limits; Where do they start,. Where do they end? Your body, may always say no while. Your mind; your heart,. Just may always say yes. A line not to be crossed,.

My blog, my place! Imagination is more important than knowledge. Visit my other blogs! Wednesday, November 17, 2010. By the ones she loved. She faces the world alone. Isolating herself from the world. Takes her under her wing. To show her to trust and to forgive. It starts as a giggle. A small little noise,. She soon starts to show,. That she is slowly crawling out of her shell,.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. Monday, March 5, 2012. Sunday, June 5, 2011. Passing in and out of the luminescent shadows of long city roads,. Memories of tiny birds chirping and swaying return.

Bacon is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Friday, June 3, 2011. Now its even easier to write because I am writing about something I can relat.

Limits, like fears, are often just an illusion. I think of my motto in my head. I must stay loyal to my King. Would you be so loyal to serve your King when you are about to kill his future wife? April 28, 2011. We think people love us, care for us, and would .

9829;Welcome to my blog! Thursday, April 28, 2011. And how our vision is the only factor we have to define life as real, and how we hope there is some point to the madness and struggles of life. Each day we arrive at this place of learning, to what make something of myself in life? But we distinguish reality to be. The concept on life not being.