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November 27, 2008
I Like For You To Be Still
by Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown way
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
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November 18, 2008
In first grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade, your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck with Nasty Nicky or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nicky or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said “ no ” , you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade, your idea of a friend was the person who helped you to study the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who helped you pack up your fluffy toys and old baseball cards so that your room would be a “ high schooler's ” room, but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who went to that party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade, your idea of a friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you had a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/ university, assured you that you would get into that college / university and helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.
At graduation, your idea of a friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade, your idea of a friend was the person who helpful you clean up the bottles from that party; helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents; assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything; helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind; and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years; and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!
Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get there.
November 3, 2008
Beauty is seen
In the sunlight,
The trees, the birds,
Corn growing and people working
Or dancing for their harvest.
Beauty is heard
In the night,
Wind sighing, rian falling,
Or singer chanting
Anything in earnest.
Beauty is in yourself,
Good deeds, happy thoughts
That repeat themselves
In your dreams, In your work,
And even in your rest...