Linzie- Week 2.5

Art

"An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. "
-George Santayana

Linzie- Week 2.4

The Simple Things

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, yeah, yeah 

*Unwritten- Natasha Beddingfield

Linzie- Week 2.3

Memories

Home videos, or just simple thoughts.

At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light
A silver lining sometimes isn't enough
To make some wrongs seem right
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away

At times life's unfair and you know it's plain to see
Hey God I know I'm just a dot in this world
Have you forgot about me?
Whatever life brings
I've been through everything
And now I'm on my knees again

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Forget the pain and forget the sorrows

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Forget the pain and forget the sorrows

But I know I must go on
Although I hurt I must be strong
Because inside I know that many feel this way

Children don't stop dancing
Believe you can fly
Away...away

Am I hiding in the shadows?
Are we hiding in the shadows? 

*Don't Stop Dancing- Creed

Linzie- Week 2.2 (Year 2, Week 2)

Friends

There's a moment in time
And it's stuck in my mind
Way back, when we were just kids

'Cause your eyes told the tale
Of an act of betrayal
I knew that somebody did

Oh, waves of time
Seem to wash away
The scenes of our crimes
For you this never ends

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy, are you doing okay?
A rose that won't bloom
Winter's kept you
Don't waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Though the marks on your dress
Had been neatly repressed
I knew that something was wrong
And I should have spoke out
And I'm so sorry now
I didn't know
'Cause we were so young

Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy, are you doing okay?
A rose that won't bloom
Winter's kept you
Don't waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

Oh, clouds of time
Seem to rain on
Innocence left behind
And it never goes away (It never goes away)
It never goes away

Can you stay strong?
Can you go on?
Kristy, are you doing okay?
A rose that won't bloom
Winter's kept you
Don't waste your whole life trying
To get back what was taken away

*Kristy are you doing okay? - The offspring

Linzie- Starting Over, Week 1

On my other blog I just wrote about how I was disappointed with myself for not going further than 8 weeks, and so I figured, why should this blog go on for only one year? Why should it stop? I'm going to make it my goal once again to start posting on this blog once a week as well as my blog for Honors English. So here it goes:
Week 1:

Music

He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed.
Covers his head and closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun,
And the coward he ran.
And in his arms is the bleeding,
Love of his life.

And she cries,
Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
You didn’t know, you didn’t know.

Her hands are so cold,
And he kisses her face.
And says “Everything will be all right”.
He noticed the gun,
And his rage grew inside.
He said “I’ll avenge my lover tonight”.

And she cried,
Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
you didn’t know, you didn’t know.

Now he sits behind prison bars,
25 to life and she’s not in his arms.
He couldn’t bring her back with a bullet to the heart,
Of the back of a man and tore his world apart.

He holds onto a memory,
All it is, is a memory.
hey, hey.

He cries,
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.

Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
You didn’t know, you didn’t know.

(Kiss it all better.)
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until i fall asleep,
Stay with me.
(kiss it all better.)
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.

* Kiss It Better- He Is We

KarKar -- List Fifty Two

I know I have been avoiding

this blog for quite a while, 

stressing over what would

be the perfect ending to 

this blog. Searching for 

the last thing I wanted 

to mention I was grateful 

for in this year of gratitude,

and then it hit me.

DOORS.

Because of the classic (or

is it cliche? I find that they're

often very close,) saying 

"When one door closes, 

another one opens." 

Recently a lot of doors 

have closed for me, but

when I take a moment 

and look around, there 

are so many open doors

it's a little dizzying trying

to decide which ones

I want to step foot

through first.

KarKar -- List Fifty One

T a r g e t

Why? 

Because

they hired me!