O CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN! by: Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
the ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung- for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores
a-crowding,
for you they call, the swaging mass, their eager faces turning;

Here, Captain! dear Father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores! and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captian lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

The Fly By: Ogden Nash

The Lord in His wisdom made the fly
And the forgot to tell us why.

People by: Lois Lenski

Tall people, short people,

Thin people, fat, 

Lady so dainty

Wearing a hat,

Straight people, dumpy people, 

Man dressed in brown,

Baby in a buggy-

These make a town

MEMORIZE THIS

LOVE

I jeremy redkey with all my heart. he is my other half. and always will be. J.R+D.L= LOVE!!

Its A boyfriend girlfriend thing

Jeremy is like laffy taffy; funny on the outside and sweet on the inside.

Danielle is like a sour patch kid; tart on the outside, but totally sweet on the inside.

Forging the Sword

Making the sword. We all have our own swords. It’s no one else’s. Only designed for you. This world is full of dragons and other mythical creatures and the only way to slay the ones you got is to use “your” sword. When you are little you began forging your sword. When you got a little older you stopped because you thought you could get by from using everyone else’s sword. You where afraid of your own. But when you find out that the only way to truly fight the dragon is with your sword.
Sometimes I don’t want to use my sword because I’m afraid of what people might say. You are afraid of what they might do. They might think that you can handle more dragons which in some cases you don’t want too. You are just fighting them to run through life. You just want to get through life as quickly as possible. What if you cant find your sword. What if you don’t know if you can hold it? I like to think that I can hold it. That I have fought the dragons in my life, but the sword is still being made. When will it be done? I cant really say at the moment. Will it ever be done? I don’t think it will. Its never really done. There are always part of the sword you need to finish. Different parts of your life give you different parts of your sword. People might say they don’t have a sword. Its not true. They just don’t know where to find it. Because they are too much covered in crap. You know why? Because they think too much. They don’t “do”. They think “can I do this?” and then you start thinking I cant do this and you never do anything because you are too stuck in the stupid reality that the world gives you. Which reality do you want? Your own? Or the one the world gives you. The politically correct one. Almost like a plastic Barbie reality. Always smiling. I don’t want that.