Ugh I have so much going on right now I just want to explode!! BOOM BANG there she goes!!!.....
I have a lot on my plate with a full stomache. I feel like I'm running in circles and all I'm doing is getting dizzy.
So the thing with Quinn living with me needs to end, becuase he drives me crazy. He doesn't clean up after himself or anything. He makes me want to punch myself in the kidneys. I thought it would be fun but guess what! I WAS WRONG TERRIBLY TERRIBLY WRONG!!
Also I thought that I could deal with Jacoby leaving and not comming back for awhile but I'm going nutty! He is like my cocain friend I just need him =]. I'm glad I have other friends here though or I would go insane.... unless I already have...
My friend Andrew I have promised to hangout with forever and I'm a jerk and stuff keeps comming up! Ugh! One kid I actually enjoy being around and when I say, "sure I would LOVE to come hangout!" the day it comes I'm either sick or work, or something else stupid. UGH!
I also got this other friend named Logan that I started hanging out with. He is pretty cool ^-^. He does a lot of cool stuff. I cant really say anything on here that would even come close to explaining him.
Thats all I have to say for now!I will talk to you guys later!
~Adrienne
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
A long way from the shore line
A long way from the shoreline
where you where standing once
in a dream lost far in memory
whispering back to me your words.
I stand here watching the waves
over the horizon is the sun
and the plan holding you
flying across the gray droll sky.
I have to cover my eyes
shielding it away from the pain
not only of this exploding sun
but from the pain of you gone.
A long way from the shoreline
is where I want to be laying,
laying next to my best friend
no romance is there but love is.
All is gone; all-save the memory
that ghosts behind you.
No words for us to speak together
nor the words of written form.
The time you are gone I sit
alone in these doldrums
when you come back my suns will meet,
causing complete distortion of
time
and
reality.
Until then my friend I sit here
and wait for your triumphant return.
Until that dreary, cold, winter day
I stand here, a long way from the shore line.
~Adrienne Zobell 09/03/09 10:36 A.M
Dedicated to Jacoby and his leaving. I love you! In this the shoreline is my source of flowing happiness, the suns are him and I. There is so much to this poem I feel that I cannot simply put into words.
where you where standing once
in a dream lost far in memory
whispering back to me your words.
I stand here watching the waves
over the horizon is the sun
and the plan holding you
flying across the gray droll sky.
I have to cover my eyes
shielding it away from the pain
not only of this exploding sun
but from the pain of you gone.
A long way from the shoreline
is where I want to be laying,
laying next to my best friend
no romance is there but love is.
All is gone; all-save the memory
that ghosts behind you.
No words for us to speak together
nor the words of written form.
The time you are gone I sit
alone in these doldrums
when you come back my suns will meet,
causing complete distortion of
time
and
reality.
Until then my friend I sit here
and wait for your triumphant return.
Until that dreary, cold, winter day
I stand here, a long way from the shore line.
~Adrienne Zobell 09/03/09 10:36 A.M
Dedicated to Jacoby and his leaving. I love you! In this the shoreline is my source of flowing happiness, the suns are him and I. There is so much to this poem I feel that I cannot simply put into words.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sreaming Children
Far off the distance,
A piercing scream.
Close in your heart,
You hear a motherless child.
Can you hear the silence,
The silence of the lambs?
Do you hear the pain its caused,
Taking them away?
The hogs scream,
The chickens cry,
The cows moan in agony.
Mamma hens can no longer speak,
to their chicks that you took.
Daddy cows can no longer hug,
the calves they helped create.
Your taking them away,
your killing them inside.
Far off in the distance,
you hear the squeal of the hog.
Far off int he distance,
you hear the squeal of breakfast.
How appetizing.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/23/09
I was watching a peta video and you could hear the screaming of the pigs and I couldn't take it. I had to write down my feelings here. I am no way though saying your disgusting or horrible for eating meat in anyway this is just how I feel about it.
http://www.peta2.com/p2vsk2_flash/
I suggest watching this because it's packed full of information. Its not disgusting or over the top its just what inspired me to become a vegetarian. Even if you don't have the desire to become a vegetarian at least educate yourself. Animals ARE NOT stupid.
A piercing scream.
Close in your heart,
You hear a motherless child.
Can you hear the silence,
The silence of the lambs?
Do you hear the pain its caused,
Taking them away?
The hogs scream,
The chickens cry,
The cows moan in agony.
Mamma hens can no longer speak,
to their chicks that you took.
Daddy cows can no longer hug,
the calves they helped create.
Your taking them away,
your killing them inside.
Far off in the distance,
you hear the squeal of the hog.
Far off int he distance,
you hear the squeal of breakfast.
How appetizing.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/23/09
I was watching a peta video and you could hear the screaming of the pigs and I couldn't take it. I had to write down my feelings here. I am no way though saying your disgusting or horrible for eating meat in anyway this is just how I feel about it.
http://www.peta2.com/p2vsk2_flash/
I suggest watching this because it's packed full of information. Its not disgusting or over the top its just what inspired me to become a vegetarian. Even if you don't have the desire to become a vegetarian at least educate yourself. Animals ARE NOT stupid.
The Leaves are Dying
Our tree is dead,
the leaves rotting,
death is near us,
love closing.
Nothing leaves our lips,
not not a whisper,
we are falling deeper,
we are closing.
Our tree once beautiful,
with leaves full of love,
is now a distant stain,
in the backdrop of our lives.
Nothing can bring it back,
not even our love,
because that too has diminished,
forever rotting under us.
One day I will go back there,
to see our love that was,
and I will weep for us,
because we once were.
Nothing will heal it,
the wounds that were made,
but someone can hold it shut,
when you left away.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/22/09
This is about a tree Tanner and I used to go to the first year we were going out. It was somewhere we enjoyed being. I wrote this poem when I felt it had died, not the tree but the love it represented.
the leaves rotting,
death is near us,
love closing.
Nothing leaves our lips,
not not a whisper,
we are falling deeper,
we are closing.
Our tree once beautiful,
with leaves full of love,
is now a distant stain,
in the backdrop of our lives.
Nothing can bring it back,
not even our love,
because that too has diminished,
forever rotting under us.
One day I will go back there,
to see our love that was,
and I will weep for us,
because we once were.
Nothing will heal it,
the wounds that were made,
but someone can hold it shut,
when you left away.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/22/09
This is about a tree Tanner and I used to go to the first year we were going out. It was somewhere we enjoyed being. I wrote this poem when I felt it had died, not the tree but the love it represented.
My monster friend
I have a fuzzy friend,
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.
Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!
Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.
One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.
It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09
I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.
Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!
Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.
One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.
It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09
I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I am many
I am as tall as a 6th grader,
but look as old as a senior.
I am childish at heart,
but mature like an adult.
My mind is firm and sturdy,
my body, soft and plush.
I am patient and caring
but urgent and fierce.
I am forgiving in heart,
but unmerciful in mind.
I am a good person,
yet I'm mischievous.
I am who I am,
but I am also someone else.
04/20/09 12:20 P.M
This is how I felt about myself today. I was walking through the halls of school.
but look as old as a senior.
I am childish at heart,
but mature like an adult.
My mind is firm and sturdy,
my body, soft and plush.
I am patient and caring
but urgent and fierce.
I am forgiving in heart,
but unmerciful in mind.
I am a good person,
yet I'm mischievous.
I am who I am,
but I am also someone else.
04/20/09 12:20 P.M
This is how I felt about myself today. I was walking through the halls of school.
My Fortress
I live inside a fortress.
The walls made from cloth.
The ceiling is quite droopy.
Only broom handles and
staples hold it up.
But his is my fortress.
The walls keep me safe.
The ceiling is high,
The pillars are thick,
A stable fortress it is.
Mom says its dark,
"A cluttered mess!"
Its getting in the way.
She can't move around.
And it blocks her view.
My castle is glowing.
It's adventurous and neat.
It's huge and expansive.
I get lost in it's walls.
The view is beautiful.
This is my castle.
This is my home.
This is my playground.
This is my childhood.
This is my palace.
I am the princess,
my brother the prince.
Our puppy the jester.
But you old fort,
are my fortress.
4/19/09 11:09 P.M
I was building a fort with my brother and had a childish flashback which I wanted to write about so here it is :).
The walls made from cloth.
The ceiling is quite droopy.
Only broom handles and
staples hold it up.
But his is my fortress.
The walls keep me safe.
The ceiling is high,
The pillars are thick,
A stable fortress it is.
Mom says its dark,
"A cluttered mess!"
Its getting in the way.
She can't move around.
And it blocks her view.
My castle is glowing.
It's adventurous and neat.
It's huge and expansive.
I get lost in it's walls.
The view is beautiful.
This is my castle.
This is my home.
This is my playground.
This is my childhood.
This is my palace.
I am the princess,
my brother the prince.
Our puppy the jester.
But you old fort,
are my fortress.
4/19/09 11:09 P.M
I was building a fort with my brother and had a childish flashback which I wanted to write about so here it is :).
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