I miss scraped knee's. Bloodied elbows and dirt everywhere. Pushing yourself up when all you wanna do is quit. Bruised hands, fast balls galore, but most of all the thrill.
Watching as the balls flys out, mask falling down. The shouts. The voice dominant. Precise. Ahh i miss that thrill.
Musings of a mind on softball
I've havnt been writing much and I know that. I have the sudden feeling like depressions gripping me again. I think it's mostly the stress from work but there's not much I can do about that. Seasons coming in and well I've already lost so many days with this blog.
Don't worry I won't be stopping once it slows down a bit I'll pick back up again. Heck I think at this point in time I'm just going to set an alarm for a specific time. whatever happens is whatever it gets written.
Its life in a nut shell.
Work,
Family,
Friends,
Magic games,
Relationship problems.
Its a long list of complicated.
But life goes on and we....
Well we carry on.
It's not choice,
Its a way.
Its a necessity.
Complicated.
F that!
Musings of a mind deciding
Once upon a time......
There was a Human thrown into a war waged between Heaven and Hell. She was given armor, a sword and the simple order to fight.
With guardian's by her side and order's to be followed. The Human did not question what she was being told. For no one questioned the laws of god.
The wars raged on and her guardian's watched her closely. They began to notice that the fire in her eyes was fading fast. For the Human was feeling as if she was a second class citizen.
But no matter how much her guardian's tried to comfort her. Nothing could change the fact that she did not belong.
Till one day He appeared..........
The First General to Hell's armies sought her out. As she slashed her way through battle. Following the urge to find the high power of another.
A power that felt so familiar but so foreign. She came face to face with the tall general. With wings of pitch black.
He simply smiled at the slowly changing Human. And kneeled down before her, something none of her guardian's had ever done. And Stated, “I bow before the rightful Daughter of Chaos."
As she stared the general down she felt a chill cross her body.
"Daughter?" She asked slowly, looking to the kneeling man.
"Of course Clarei, You feel more of a bond with me then that man who calls you angel." He said with a smile.
Musings of an old girl remembering
Shes a wise crackin,
Take sas from no one,
Beat ya if ya put down a friend,
Hold ya till ya tears dry up.
Kinda Duck.
She may not play the game,
Or follow the march.
But that don't mean she hasn't found her own.
This Yoshi's ready to run...well...not to fast.
Life by her is live by the day,
Pens and pencils in hand,
Create as your life says.
Dont follow!
Lead!
This anime,
Music,
Video games,
Friends,
Family,
Animal lover is ready to go.
Mission here I come!
This is just start.
Musings of a duck accepting the challenge
So im setting up an alarm reminder. I need to keep up with this even if no one reads them. I don't needs comments. Looking at how many times the page is enough.view
So I'll find a good one tonight. Maybe ones to probe my imagination. Lil prompts here and there.Y to the I.
I to the J
M to the L! M to the L!
Like three little kittens!
Oh wait, scratch that.
Birds of a feather!
Three we be.
With these two I'd rather be.
Days come and go,
Only see one or the other.
One of these days,
Damn it Janet!
One of these day,
Come season you'll see.
We three bust out baked good like the penguin bustin out rhymes.
Musings of a brain missing coworkers
Pin.
Prick.
Thread pulled tight.
Scrunched and wrapped.
Glued down and held tight.
Hands pulled together.
Cloth, thread, spiders, ribbon.
Snip, snip.
Bows for a holiday spooky at heart.
Musings of a brain on crafts
My imagination makes it so.
The words the fly,
Create,
Destroy,
But most of all imagine the world.
They come alive in colorful ways but as the years go on I find fading.
For world to slowly faded from my mind.
The small scripts, poems, pages upon pages, keep her alive.
But the mind begins to forget.
But one day,
I'm sure she'll return,
dressed in red,
black long hair and eyes afraid of nothing.
One day she'll stand again and I will imagine her world full of wonder and war.
Musings of an imagination forgetting
I listen quietly.
Its not a need to be loud or rude.
Not even to be known or spotted.
Its to watch and observe.
To listen closely while i do what it is i do best.
Zone out.
Zone out,
To take it all in with out....
Focusing.
To fully understand the dribble that is.
Musings of a brain focusing
