Space Shuttle

it had a successful launch today...

it's hard to believe there's only six more.

a legacy will be ending.

i guess it's harder on my mom and i...

because my Grandfather and my Nana were such a huge part of the NASA program.

we stood in the backyard,

cheering for the shuttle as tears rolled down our faces.

they have the best view of the shuttle now.

i used to think being there on the spectators field was the best view...

now,

after having never known my Grandfather, but knowing of him...

and after my Nana's death in January of 2008...

i know, they have the best view.

the tears are for the advancements we've made,

the people that have been lost,

and the future for NASA.

i miss you everytime i see a cardinal,

everytime i hear that song,

and everytime i see that shuttle in the sky.

i can't believe it's been almost 2 years...

I was following the pack

all swallowed in their coats

with scarves of red tied ’round their throats

to keep their little heads

from fallin’ in the snow

And I turned ’round and there you go

And, Michael, you would fall

and turn the white snow red as strawberries

in the summertime...

mmm, a day of relaxation.

listening to Bon Iver, Fleet Foxes, Death Cab, my baby Devendra, etc...

it's cold outside, and they're the perfect soundtrack.

come lover bring a blanket,

we'll build a fire in the field.

i'll make you some hot cocoa,

if you swear to not let go.

come gather in serenity,

as the leaves begin their dance.

come sit with me in winter,

and there we'll stay in happyness,

in a field just he and me.

the cold winds

it has been a while since i've felt like writing anything,

the cold winds been a new breathe i think.

this week has been an interesting one for sure.

a friendship lost, and friendships gained.

to be honest, i am feeling refreshed this week.

unsurprised at a certain days events, but relieved at the sight of old friends.

and now that i'm trying to write something my mind fails me.

oh well, maybe another day

old, it's from may or june

Its laying in the silense of the morning, listening to the sound of
people sleeping and people getting their days started that i truly
remember... i am all alone. I am the extra person, the extra thing
taking up space making extra noise. I am the substitute person, you care
enough to try and be my friend but the truth is you only keep me around
till what you really want is back within your grasp. That person who
fubbles in to your life and just as quickly is sent away or forgotten.
We have our laughs, our tears, our bonds and then you move on while i
sit like wondering what happened? Where did everybody go? I am not meant
to last, this i have come to learn too well. You say you love me but i
know... like everything else, its only temporary. I'm like anew toy, you
play with me till something shows a flaw then i am thrown away and
replaced. Since preschool ive become familiar with the disappointment of
the statement "friends forever" i have come to know too well, it never
lasts forever there'll always be someone to replace me or someone i was
merely filling in for. And the worst part is... they'd prolly never
notice if i was gone...

i dont know

i dont know why i set myself up so i can fall and shatter to pieces.

what am i?

currently: a dish rag.

12. Which Dreamed It?

                    A boat beneath a sunny sky,
                   Lingering onward dreamily
                   In an evening of July--

                   Children three that nestle near,
                   Eager eye and willing ear,
                   Pleased a simple tale to hear--

                   Long has paled that sunny sky:
                   Echoes fade and memories die.
                   Autumn frosts have slain July.

                   Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
                   Alice moving under skies
                   Never seen by waking eyes.

                   Children yet, the tale to hear,
                   Eager eye and willing ear,
                   Lovingly shall nestle near.

                   In a Wonderland they lie,
                   Dreaming as the days go by,
                   Dreaming as the summers die:

                   Ever drifting down the stream--
                   Lingering in the golden gleam--
                   Life, what is it but a dream?

so...

i finally got a blog,
this should be interesting