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Doo Wop

I just recently become a fan of doo-wop music. For those who aren't sure what that is, it's a genre of music that was big in the 50's and 60's. There were bands like the Drifters, the Platters, the Temptations, and a ton more. Good stuff... But, I found a great doo-wop song, Earth Angel, that was redone by Death Cab for Cutie and it's now one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :) Give the page enough time to load and the song should start atomatically, that is, if you care to listen to it.

I agree when my dad says Paul Simon is one of the greatest modern day poets we have. These are the lyrics to his song "American Tune." It has such a great meaning.

Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm all right, I'm all right
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be
Bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home

I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
Nut it's all right, it's all right
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
Road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong

And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying

We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest

Snow

This is just really what was going through my head tonight

when I took a walk to get a drink from the gas station.
I'm open for a better title.

My breath slowly becomes more visible.
The pelting rain has evolved into a snow that
brushes past my cheeks, flirting with me.
A part of me, the logical part, tells me that
it’s cold and I should go inside, but I find logic
easy to ignore. I take a deep breath and
let the cold air cleanse my lungs of the stale air
brought in by a wearisome classroom.
I tighten my coat to ease my logic a little.

I find warmth in the glow of the orange streetlights.
As the snowflakes gently dance into the light,
they appear as embers, tempting to ignite anything
they touch. A few find their way onto my skin,
playing with my senses. The intense coldness feels as
though it burns. But the snowflakes melt quickly,
unable to compete with my heat of my body, and the
droplets roll off the side of my hand. I find peace
in not having to even think about thinking.
I just enjoy the sound of the falling snow.

Absence

My hands are cold. Like leaves on the branch of a tree ready for her winter nap, they tremble, the color fading from within. They reflect that which is kept inside me, those feelings desperately trying to hide, but regretfully unable to do so. Is it just your absence? Or is it more? Perhaps the insecurity of your own feelings has awakened in my mind the realization of your true thoughts. Is it over?

I think back, laying down, your face formed perfectly next to mine, as two stones over time would weather the elements, slowly becoming one. The coolness of your hands fill my own with warmth, as you slowly take them in yours, placing them across my chest. The warmth floods my body, like resting in a pool of shallow water in the heat of the day, soaking up the sun, the ripples caressing me. Your heart sounds in my ear, a melody, persistent and soothing , a lullaby that puts me to sleep. Yet it awakens me before long, realizing that this reality is more peaceful than the pacifying sleep which sought to separate us.

Awake now, I long for that sleep. It’s no longer a wool-blanket pressure from your body on mine, protecting from the chill of solitude, but a cold stone on bare skin, rubbing and irritating, weighing down and shortening my breath. I try to move, but it holds me back, slowly crushing, daring me to attempt going on alone. But I can’t.

Again I dream of the freedom that your presence brings. I reach the peak of a mountain, with the world in view, and the awe-inspiring beauty fills my soul. So it is having you nestled next to me. Your voice enchants as I try to hang on your every word but find myself being hypnotized, listening without hearing. I find myself gazing into those eyes, liquid blue mirrors, the only ones which are able to pierce my exterior, reflecting my calm interior. You no longer speak. Your lips stop for a small moment, at first confused. But soon a contagious smile escapes from those lips.

I’m lost. No longer in your smile, but in the darkness that has crept over me. I wait for the light that I know will come. Maybe I’m not the leaf, but the tree. The tree that longs for the spring, longs for new growth, longs for her sleep to end.

Ok, here's what's going down. I have discovered that I really like writing. We had this assignment in English to write about whatever we want and to make sure and be very descriptive. I wrote something that, in my own opinion, was quite good. I decided that I want to write more. I wrote something else tonight. But I want to get opinions. So I was thinking I would post my writings to get opinions. I need critics. I'm hoping I will get a good number of people to critique my stuff. So post a comment to this if you would comment on my writings. And if enough people comment on this (i'm think like 5 people, that's all i need for now) then I'll start posting stuff. And if you could tell friends to then post on the stuff I put up, I'll finally use the web domain that I bought and make a whole site to what I write. So please comment!

Well, the strangest thing happened to me today. I was walking down the hall at school, and out of nowhere this complete stranger comes up and starts walking beside me. He says, "Isn't it great to be in a drug free school." I really didn't know what to say in response. He continued, "But where are all the free drugs?!" He laughed pretty good at his own joke. I was laughing mainly because I didn't know what to make of the whole situation. He then kept talking saying how he wants to talk with the vice president of UVU to see if we can tazer people who where BYU apparel. He also thinks we should be able to tazer people who don't where green on Wednesdays(I didn't even know we were supposed to). This guy kept me entertained for awhile until we eventually had to go our seperate ways. I've been laughing about that the whole day.