Pondering With Brady L.B.

If you want To go and flaunt Think of those Who will not dose. Some will go and some will stay So many are delayed. If you stand out Others may shout. So make sure it is worth The time you spend in someone's girth. If it is they will be glad To know that you are not bad. If you stay silent They will not become violent. They may stand out While you pout. You may learn Or you may burn For that time That you should chime. Times will come and go Just as the wind blows It is up to you How you may come unglued In the end you should do what is right Whether it is in or out of sight. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Sitting so still, I am trying not to be a pill. I hope to see the gaze From the one I want praise. If only I can catch their glance I might have a chance To find that happiness Instead of sadness. I just need to be silent, To make a dent In their ever caring stare Without it I can't bear. Why will they not look I am just a open book. Do they not care How I fair. This is not fair for them not to care. I just need them now So I don't feel like a cow. I am just an animal to them From it I shall stem. If to them that is all that I am Can't I be their lamb. I would come up So I could be like a pup. They could touch me soft So I would not be so aloft. I just want them to care So it can be fair. Why don't they look I am an open book. ©2014 Brady L.B.

* Continued * "I really want to find them, but I really need to think about what you have said before making up my mind," replied Tim. "Thinking about it would be a great idea," Rupert said. "Until you decide let us eat and get some sleep." The cooked fish was delicious and was welcoming to Tim's stomach. After Tim was done eating the fish, Rupert showed him to a room to sleep in. The room had two kid size beds. The room was quite messy and looked like a few kids still lived in the room. The walls were covered with pictures of mystical creatures that filled the fairy tales that his parents told him.  When Tim got into one of the beds, he felt that he was falling into the hands of death.  The shadows of despair engulfed the room and left unnatural shadows in every corner.  He felt uneasy all over and did not know how to change that feeling. After Rupert had left the room, Tim began to ponder on what he was told. Could this be the room of Rupe...

I wish to sing With bling-bling. Would not I be cool At school? I could dance around With the greatest sound. All would look at my song And I would belong. If it did not work I would still be a dork. A dorky singing blork Without a cork At least I would have tried To get tied To something more Than being a bore. To singing Or becoming It matters not As long as I had a shot. ©2014 Brady L.B.

As I wonder I begin to ponder, What will the day bring So that I may sing? I look all around And don't hear a sound. I see something glow As I begin to blow. I rush over to collect my treasure. It is too small to measure. The round edges show A brilliant glow. I gather them up In a cup. Will not my mother be proud And praise me with good sounds. When I got home My mother told me to come. So off I went to show What I found to glow. To my surprise She did not give me a prize For the treasure I found On the ground. ©2014 Brady L.B.

Have you ever wonder, "Why is it hard to find something that I am truly good at?"  I ask myself this all the time.  I just can't seem to find something that I am really good at. It could be that I am spending too much time surviving.  Time spent in the pursuit of making money to live off.  What would life be like if we could do what brings us the most joy?  We should pursue what makes up happy in life and find joy in what we have. We have life.  We have the gift of living on this earth and the time to enjoy the experiences it brings.  It is true that there will be times that we feel pain and sorrow.  In other times we will feel happy.  We need to remember these happy times. Writing down our happy times can help us remember them.  It can help us have greater times then in the past.  It will help others have joy in the times that we had. When we read what others have done, we need to remember to not become jealous.  If we...

The time is far past I knew it could not last. So much that need to be done It is now all gone. I now must go to bed So no more can be said. I wish I could do more So you would not be bored. Alas it has past. How much more can I cast In this string of word To make a sword. For in the past we could see What we wanted to be. Now that time has past Our wants are last. Can we go back To when we were not sacked. The only way to see Is to try and be. Go forth and concur In times of succor. You may find your soul In going after your goal. ©2014 Brady L.B.