The bang of the speakers is still ringing in my ears. My eyes are barilly open, but I would not traid the shouts of the crouds last night for anyting else. I still wish I could have had more time to sleep. BRING ON THE SNOW DAY AGAIN!
If you have never gone to a concert in Red Bird ariona before I highly sujest it. There is no bad set in the whole place and if you get close enoughe to the stage it feels like your cloths are vibrating. The only downside was that it was a school night and we were there till 11.
When you go to a concert though take a big group that is not afraid to scream at the top of their lungs and head bang to their heart's content.
Some of the top ten Young Christain rock groups were there just doing their thing. My favorite band was Scillet, I even got a poster.
So bring on the snow days if snow nights can be like that.
Rock on Jesus Freaks!
We are the choosen generation.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Fear
What did you fear when you were a child?
The crash of thunder then the spark of lightening. These things expecially in the middel of the night would always cause me to run into my parents or hide underneath my covers. Now that I look back I don't really know why the storm really scarried. I guess it was just the bright light and the loud shound that seem to eco forever. Then once I got older, but was older my grandmother finally told me some thing that made me feel at peice with storm. She told me rain is just God's tears for our pains on Earth, thounder is when he blows his nose. and lighting is him trying to bring the light back to our dark world. This veiw on it really released my fears.
The crash of thunder then the spark of lightening. These things expecially in the middel of the night would always cause me to run into my parents or hide underneath my covers. Now that I look back I don't really know why the storm really scarried. I guess it was just the bright light and the loud shound that seem to eco forever. Then once I got older, but was older my grandmother finally told me some thing that made me feel at peice with storm. She told me rain is just God's tears for our pains on Earth, thounder is when he blows his nose. and lighting is him trying to bring the light back to our dark world. This veiw on it really released my fears.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Poems definition to me
What's your definition of a poem? Think about all the different kinds of poems you've read throughout your life, both in school and out.
My definition of a poem is a small work of either truth or fiction that describes a feeling, site, smell, or a moral value. Most the poems I have ever been forsted to read are kidish or have to do expressing one's anger towards a situation in a person's life. To tell you the truth I really don't enjoy wrighting poem or reading many either. I expecially dislike writing ones on my own life. My life is my own I have learn from it and the only other people I want learning from it also are my future children and my close friends. Why is that schools want you to read feel good poems that teach you things when you are young, then have you read sad and angry poems when you grow older? It's like they give us hope life is going to be a bed of roses then they trample over them.
Well that's my speal on poems.
My definition of a poem is a small work of either truth or fiction that describes a feeling, site, smell, or a moral value. Most the poems I have ever been forsted to read are kidish or have to do expressing one's anger towards a situation in a person's life. To tell you the truth I really don't enjoy wrighting poem or reading many either. I expecially dislike writing ones on my own life. My life is my own I have learn from it and the only other people I want learning from it also are my future children and my close friends. Why is that schools want you to read feel good poems that teach you things when you are young, then have you read sad and angry poems when you grow older? It's like they give us hope life is going to be a bed of roses then they trample over them.
Well that's my speal on poems.
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