gone are the high school days
gone are the days of old
gone are the childish plays
gone are the mysteries untold
gone are the stories of history
gone are the stories of love
gone are childhood mysteries
gone are the big barney hugs
welcome the new life
welcome adulthood
welcome cleaning garages
welcome living the way we should
welcome responsibility
welcome all that entails
farewell to history
farewell to romantic tales
on a boat
not far from the shore, maybe like five feet
just floating
just there
not going anywhere
floating on the rippling green pond water
a pond? but it’s so wide.
here is the shore, but all i can see is the wide wide waters,
i can’t see the other side
but i’m floating here by the shore
where it’s safe
and boring as heck
Just me and my dog, sittin around
bored
Suddenly i hear something and look up,
jump on the dock
i didn’t see the dock before, but it’s there.
i jump on the dock,
and who is this?
who is this guy?
He drops his stuff and
welcomes me with an oh so warm embrace,
a great hug
a bear hug
He’s holding me as though i knew him long ago and he has returned from a long, hard trip
he’s holding me, cradling, sheltering me as though i were a young child
voice quaking, "I missed you the whole time.."
But, who the heck are you?
All I know is
if I knew you
you would be an intensely sweet and lovable person
But who are you?
I’ve no idea who you are
I love you, but who are ‘you’??
I love this warm, sweet, refreshing embrace
Sweet. Loving. Clean.
Beautiful.
I want it
I want him here
I want back on the pond shore
back on the dock
board the boat
set it loose
go drifting
goodbye reality
It was just a dream
good morning
[A/N] This is a dream I had. And I freakin’ wish I knew who this guy was. Because i lubs him!! LOL DX haha. It was a wonderful dream though. I miss my dream guy. He was sweet. I can see the hug so easily. Whenever I have a dream, I can’t help but wonder if it means something, because I very rarely even have dreams. Gah! Who the heck is this stranger? I’ve absolutely no clue who he is. If he is in fact real. >_>
who needs all this stupid
life is simple
don’t make it confusing
people only need one thing
everything else is silly
All you need is God
everything else is meaningless
"A chasing after the wind"
nothing new here
it’s all happened before
repetitious
the only thing worth chasing is
God
becoming closer to Him
that’s all you need
all you’ll ever need
nothing less
and nothing more
so let’s get this confusing painful crap over with
we’ll get over it
we’ll move on
we’ll walk the line
the straight and narrow
the only way
the only life worth living
Truly, truly
the ONLY Life worth Living
I cannot even express
this is more important than anything else could ever be
Ever
nothing can top it
Nothing can top Him
a Life with Him
Put your life on the line
on the path
Your life’s on the line, but it’s His line, so you’ll be fine
trust through it all
faithful till the end
receive the crown of life
it’s worth it
it’s worth anything you could ever give
So give it up
give it to Him
He’s gotcher back!
He’s master over death
He’s not gonna lose you
He’s not gonna make a mistake
He is in absolute control over every aspect
So no worries
hang on
it’ll be over
and you’ll be right there
with Him
in paradise
it’s worth it
[A/N] So my small group is goin through Revelation… some of this is based on the letter to the angel of the church of Smyrna. Rev. 2:8-11;
"8 "To the angel of the church in Smyrna write:
These are the words of him who is the First and the Last, who died and came to life again. 9 I know your afflictions and your poverty—yet you are rich! I know the slander of those who say they are Jews and are not, but are a synagogue of Satan. 10 Do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. I tell you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. Be faithful, even to the point of death, and I will give you the crown of life. 11 He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. He who overcomes will not be hurt at all by the second death."
I also used a bit from Ecclesiastes.. "all is meaningless, a chasing after the wind" and "There is nothing new under the sun" and a conclusion of it, that God is the only one worth anything. (Ecclesiastes really is an amazing book and i recommend it 
I quite enjoy it and find a lot of meaning in it. It is actually poems)
Hopefully i’ll be writing again soon! <3
His,
~rachel lynn~
i am not a "first year" writer
i am not a beginner
you are the most discouraging
most narrow minded
"writing" teacher
i have ever encountered
i have been writing
longer than you have been teaching
i have been reading
as long as ive had the mind capacity
you stupid *****
when im rich and famous
–for my writings–
i do plan to thank you
"id like to thank my junior english teacher in high school
for her inspiration
i would not be able to write at all
without her encouragement
and id like to thank my freshman english teacher in college
for her hardening
i would not be able to write the cold satirical pieces
without her discouragement"
HA!
you and your high horse!
i hope your hand cripples
and your mind withers
i hope you back hunches
and your thoughts scramble
i hope you loose your sanity
i hope you are examined and studied
and written about
as a unique case of crazies
but i hope your awake enough
to see my face on the TV
and hear my voice on the radio
and read my name at Borders
and recognize me for that "some potential"
you knocked out all those years prior
i will not allow your prejudice
to cramp my dreams in a bottle
i will not be stiffened or silenced
due to your lack of competence
i will write
i will read
i will love it
i will enjoy life as a writer
as a novelist
as a common household name
considered a great writer of the times
so **** you
and **** your views
ill give in and write in your style
but i wont feel it
i wont shine through it
and i will not bleed any more ink
until your class is over
part of the deal though,
dont corrupt me to the point
that my personal writing style is gone and absent
thanks a million
[A/N] this was written before "you make me sad" but its about the same person -_- "you make me sad" is the nicer one. this one isnt how i feel any more bout her but this is the "almost sorta complete works of aly fayth" so… sorry for the vulgarity and the violence, guys… it was jus passing anger :/
Jenny finished the rest of her shift quickly, brushing off a good deal of her side work. Crystal came home tonight and Jenny wanted the trailer clean when she arrived. Crys had only been gone for a few days, camping with some girl friends before summer ended and senior year began, but this felt like the beginning of the end to Jenny. For seventeen years Jenny and Chrys had formed an incredible bond. More than mother and daughter, they were friends. From shopping together and sharing clothes to staying up all night crying over boys. The two were next to inseparable and almost always peaceful. The only true conflict was Chuck. Chrys would just have to learn to deal with it one day. She would see eventually that despite the drunk fights and the desertions Chuck was the one. He loved her. He would always come home.
Jenny hummed absently as she cleaned their small single wide on the outskirts of town. There wasn’t much that could be done about the lighting. This place always looked dreary, but the floors were fit to eat off of, and the counters were sanitized to an extreme. Vacuum, sweep, mop, dust, hmmmm, what tune is this? Dust, dishes, vacuum, hmmmmm somewhere over the hmmmmm, laundry! Jenny forgot all about laundry. Chrys needed clothes for school tomorrow! Oh goodness. No wonder she wants to leave. Does she really need to be all the way in California to study art, though? Hmmmmmmm land that I heard of hmmmmmm
"Mom!!! I’m home! Stop rush cleaning and come hug your greatest daughter ever!"
She’s home! Halleluja! No Jason or Freddy horrors this time.
"I’m not rush cleaning Sweetie," Jenny hurried around the corner to see the mess. "Just thought I’d get a little laundry done for you."
"Mother, you never do laundry."
"With you gone, I had so much time on my hands, I just might have picked up a new hobby," Jenny grinned. This was the wonderful banter she would miss so much. How quiet this place will be. She shrugged it off. She still had one full year before the silence. "Tell me everything. The ride there, the ride back, the setting up the tents, the campfire stories. I need to be inside the loop, Missy."
"Oh loops! Sarah had no idea where we were! We must have looked crazy driving around in circles like…" Chrys stopped short. The distinct low rumble of Chuck’s old Harley shook the small trailer. Chrys caught her disappointment before Jenny could notice. Didn’t she get away so she would be able to better handle this sort of situation? Jenny wouldn’t accept anything but happiness from her gorgeous daughter, whether it was the truth or not.
to be continued…
be my connection
turn my tears to peace
hold my fears
be my release
shelter in the storm
stay true
stay solid
stay in Godly form
be my connection
turn my sorrows to joy
save my tomorrows
your love employ
armor in the fight
stay steel
stay hard
stay in His eyes right
be my connection
be my love
be my truth
be His
so you can be mine
and i can be yours
i hate your format
i hate your rules
you dictator
with your line by line format
and your sentence by sentence rules
you alienate any and all true forms
of learning and creativity
im sorry you view life in this way
for writing is life
my anger for you has subsided
only sorrow remains
how did you become so limited?
how did you break?
how was the orchestra of writing
twisted and demented in you eyes?
id love to see it all from your view
to recall those harsh breaking points
perhaps learn from your fall
im sure writing once meant to you
what it does to me
no one makes a profession of it
without falling madly in love with it first
but to get to the point
of lacking lust for it
youve married, loved, and left
divorce is imminent
separation obvious
you have only salvaged the skeleton
the remains
the left over heartache
im sorry you view life in this way
for writing is life
where have the good teachers gone?
the ones who learn to teach
and teach to learn?
where have the inspirations gone?
the dawsons and williams?
the love of reading
and the love of writing?
the love of learning
and the love of knowing?
where have all the good teachers gone?
where is the teacher who instructs to inspire?
not to require
to pass a test
but to enjoy
and revel in our history
our heritage
our past
and our present
to make our future
more intelligent
more wise
more loving
more teachable
our future is rude
our future is disrespectful
our future is dishonest
our future is unteachable
unteachable because nobody teaches
except for the test
nobody teaches
except for the money
nobody teaches
for the love of teaching
or the love of learning
thank you dawson
i love to read
thank you williams
i love to write
thank you God
for blessing me in my past
with teachers who taught to learn
and who learned to teach
and thank you God
for my trials i face today
for my teachings from my past
stand firm
hold fast
grip tight
so i will survive
i love to learn
and i will learn to teach
for the love of learning
and to teach to learn
kiss me in the rain
whirl me past the drain
dance like were insane
baby kiss me in the rain
feel the cool embrace
of lovers in the rain
like a child’s game of chase
run off all the pain
into the arms
of newfound gain
baby kiss me in the rain
hold me in the storm
splash me in the puddle
still my form
still my being
consume the love
this love so freeing
and kiss me in the rain
kiss me in the rain
whirl me past the drain
dance like were insane
baby kiss me in the rain
sometimes
looking back
i cant believe i was so foolish
i lost myself in lies
consumed myself in deceit
surround myself in fantasy
sometimes
looking back
i cant believe i lost it all
in the blink of an eye
surrounded by family
surrounded by friends
except they were false
they were fiction
it was jus a game to play
i was jus a piece to be moved
the goal was never truth
the aim was never love
sometimes
looking back
im so thankful
for what i have now
for all the love
for all the truth
for all the pain
for all the gain
i love my life
and i wouldnt trade it for anything