Evening Solace-Charlotte Bronte

THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back­a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress­
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come. 

SONNET #5

THOSE hours that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell Will play the tyrants to the very sameAnd that unfair which fairly doth excel; For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there,Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere. Then, were not summer's distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:But flowers distilled, though with winter meet,Leese but there snow; their substance still lives sweet.
 -William Shakespeare

Gothenburg 1969

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUW1SGF7bR8

the jar overly perfection of perfect pickles!

(take note: My brother David and I wrote this story based on a random adventure we had at the galaxy theater.... its terribly written but we had fun making it that way.) 

Today marks history. A jar full of yummy and overly perfection of perfect pickles were sneaked into the theater of the Galaxy cinema. The tale of the pickle jar jammers all began when a girl by the name 'Tina Bopper' decided to sneak this delicious treat into the forbidden. She didn't know the dangers of this journey she would endure, but her master 'Lavey' the great beards of beards told her that the world would be at risk if she didn't get this jar of overly perfection of perfect pickles to the children of the cinema land. Lavey spoke "Tina Bopper. I lay upon you a map that will guide you to your destination. You must save the last jar of  overly perfection of perfect pickles to the children of the Cinema Land before the darkness of the ticket watchers catch you and our worlds will blow up in a battle of extraordinary battles of explosions! The balance of this galaxy rest in your hands." Tina Bopper backs her travel bag with weapons to battle against her enemies that would tumble across her path. Weapon one is her trusty butter knife with a hint of butter on it to give it an extra slip when unwelcome travelers come. The weapon is to grease the enemies path before entering. Weapon two is her favorite jolly rancher wrapper that is a shield when thrown into the air. Weapon three is her cat Dusty. He's obsessiveness and extra rolls of fur will trample her enemies from stealing the jar overly perfection of perfect pickles! and now THE JOUNREY BEGINS! Tina Bopper runs through the forest of strings, as she climbs the mountains of castles to only be found by the evil ChangersChowers beards. His men surround Tina Bopper! She trapped! "Oh Tina Bopper, you really think I'm going to let you get past me with the overly perfection of perfect pickles? muahaha!" Tina Bopper digs in her bag and pulls out her Dusty cat! The fur ball runs forth and tramples through the circle and makes an opening for Tina Bopper to escape the clutches of the evil ChangersChowers. "Get back here Tina Bopper!" yells ChangersChowers. But its too late Tina Bopper escaped and is heading straight towards the Land of Cinema! she whistles as a huge owl fly s down to the ground and lifts her up into the air. Its her trusty pet Toot the Owl and hes flying her straight towards the Children of the Cinema! landing to the ground she runs past the ticket watchers and doges the canteen scanners from catching her with the  the jar overly perfection of perfect pickles. Opening the door to the forbidden she runs up the stairs of the forest of seats and finds the Land of the Cinema children and feeds them the  the jar overly perfection of perfect pickles. The children rejoice with laughter as the screen brightens up with song. The sky becomes bright as the trees become green again! The world is save! One jar of pickles at a time. The end.

Today is my 20th birthday.... I don't wanna be old.

past days

Socially awkward.

• You check your phone, because you have nothing to contribute to the conversation.
• Wait for the right time to say something, you get interrupted. Twice.
• Someone you vaguely know is walking in front of you. You maintain distance.
• Hold the door for some. They’re slightly too far away.
• Someone comes online, you say “hey”, they go offline.
• You go in for the high-five. Other person isn’t looking.
• Accidentally look someone in the eye. Pretend to look past them.
• You say something stupid. You play it down, but everyone sees your face going red.
• You say “hi” to someone. It comes out as a whisper.
• Your friends formed a circle while you were gone. You can’t fit and end up standing slightly askew.
• Waiting by yourself for friends. Pretend you’re texting.
• You tell a hilarious joke. Nobody laughs.
• You’re in class and you want to cough. Some other person just coughed, now you have to wait.
• Walk into the restrooms and the stalls are full; pretend you only came here to wash your hands then leave.
• The person in front is walking slightly slower than you are. You walk at an uncomfortable speed to get past them.