Monday, December 13, 2010

And the pianos this melancholy soundtrack

Hey you. How you been? Yeah, long time no blog.

So, no one ever told me how hard senior year was going to be. I mean, they mentioned that you'd have more work. I just never knew that the whole world would fall around you. And on you. And under you.

Life is crazy in a way that I never would have imagined. The main thing is college. I don't know where I want to go. BYU seems to really want me. But I don't know what I would study. USU hasn't done anything at all to recruit me, but they have a program I like. Thank goodness I have the Lord on my side.

There were a few times this week when I truly felt that He was right there next to me. Telling me "be still, and know that I am God". He knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it. I've been feeling alone for the longest time, and He aleviated my pain. Thank you.

At a dance, my friends and I were talking about how lucky we are as Mormons to know the things we do. College is such an 'easy' decision because we ask the Lord where it is we should go and where we are meant to go. It can be incredibly hard to take his answer, but we know it is the right choice.

On another note, in AP Lit we saw this poem, that I thought was absolutely fantastic. Read it out-loud, it sounds better that way.

"The Dawn of Weird" by Derrick Brown

'Twas the dawn of Weird
and I had woken up early.

There was no difference between
sky and sea,
so dogs chased tennis balls into the shore break
of cumulus clouds.

Sea lions flew point
in the formations of sparrows.

Fishermen caught birds,
and set them free.
The birds were understanding and as a gift
brought back worm sandwiches.
Which were surprisingly tasty.

Airplanes landed safely underwater
as mermaids guided us in with pop-electric jellyfish.

Guns had turned to black licorice.
All the cops were nibbling on shotguns
and one by one all the criminals cried
and turned themselves in
to the dentist.

Hospitals morphed and became
rubber bounce castles.
They had to call security
to usher out the scalpels
and to keep the elderly
from hogging the twisty slide.

Billboards became drive-in movie screens
replaying what our feet looked like
when we were chasing our dreams.

Everyone walked home.

And all the tombstones
in all the graveyards
crumbled into seeds.

Flora bloomed immediately.

Bees halted on the outskirts
of the cemetery walls,
reverence for the ending,
the passing of all.

With antennae bowed
and honey tears starting,
they pledged to stand guard
of the bright human garden.

The largest pile of flowers...
it rosse from your name.
The wind swelled a whisper
that said

"They're O.K. they're all O.K."

It was a solid mountain of sunflowers.

The world blazed in color and I welcomed the change.
It was the dawn of weird and the morning of strange.

Amazing how all this
did come to pass,
just a child cutting loose
in a poetry class.

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