I walk down this road at mid-night
with you on my mind
the only companion I have is the wolf,
in the distance, howling to the moon

I think about you everyday
I miss your presense
I miss hearing your voice
I miss your advice
but most of all I miss you

although you left to soon
I really got to know you
and many people miss you

I feel you touched my life alot
it's hard to explain cuz you are no longer here
but I'll try so other people know

you were fun to be with
you always made me laugh
even when all I wanted to do was cry

now I'm older
but I still look back on times we shared
while you were here

after you past
I found a star in the sky,
I claimed it as your star

every night for months to follow
I stare at the star and cry
wandering why you left me so soon

a few years have past since you left
but you've never been out of my mind, heart, and life

now I'm alone walking this street
the wolf has stopped howling
and I feel all alone again

I'm in a different place
and I can't find your star
I wish I was at home,
where your presense still lingers. <3

most people claim they have courage,
most people do.
but most have courage for the wrong reasons

what is courage to you?

courage to me is
having the strength to forgive someone
but it also means
having the strength to admit you've done wrong

the dictionary's deffinition of courage is
mental or moral strength to venture, persevere,
and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty

how many think that it takes courage to forgive?

to me
if you have the courage to forgive and
to admit wrong doing
then you have alot of courage

no one ever wants to admit wrong doing
but i will

but the real question I want you to ask yourself
right now is
do I have the strength to forgiveor
admit I'VE done wrong?

with all that said
explain what you think courage is to me

what is courage to you?

I'm running, running fast,
as if I were in a marathon,

All I hear is my blood pumping
through my vains as water
flowing down a rushing river.

Everything is a blur,
as I am running.
The houses, the surroundings,
I see none.

I look back and see this dog,
chasing me
and it makes me go faster.

Finally I notice
I hear nothing
but my own heavy breathing,
and my blood pumping.

The dogs is gone,
and I am safe.

I'm reaching,
reaching for a helping hand

No one knows,
what it's like to see nothing.

All day long,
I hear about the beauties
of the surrounding world,
but I can never see them.

People always feel sorry for me
because I am blind.

But I look at it this way,
I know nothing but blindness.

I don't know beauty,
I don't know pretty,
I don't know what the world looks like.

I have never seen the sun,
I have never seen the moon,
I have never seen a rainbow.

I've heard of them all,
but I can't see them.

I wish I could see the day,
I wish I could see the night,
I wish I could see my mother's face

No one knows how hard it is
to go through life.....being blind.

Sensation
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.

I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.

Arthur Rimbaud
March 1870.


I liked this poem the most of his, because he was talking about what he felt when he was around a women. I've read many love peoms and writen a few myself, but now sound like this one. I thought it was very good. Rimbaud is comparing the countryside to a women, meaning both are beautiful.