"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The House on the Hill (a poem)

The House on the Hill
Written April 13th, 2011
There is a house atop a hill
Lonely on the outskirts of town
The windows cracked, the shadows still
The vines crawl
And the grass is tall
Nature is claiming it back; running it down

The kids in town say it’s haunted
The wind that blows there is especially cold
Paint is chipped, no longer bright colors once flaunted
The door hangs on a hinge
Creaking eerily in the wind
A project that no realtor dares to grab hold

It contains the story of a family torn
Way back, many long years ago
A precious son died in war, leaving them to mourn
Sad and distraught
The parents, they fought
And for grief that daughter ended her own show

Now these empty walls take their stand
Against the fierce wind and driving rain
Left alone to face nature’s hand
It holds it secrets inside
In no one it will confide
Even after it crumbles and falls, the memories will always remain.




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