i haveso many favorite movies and hereos but i have two that are just my favorites. the new captain america is my favorite marvel, i've always loved captain america, i mean wouldn't. i was thrilled when found out that there was going to be a movie about cap. now my other favorite hereo turned movie is suerman. i remember when i was little and i first watched superman the movie with christphor reeve and i just fell in love with character. and too this day even after very different actors portrayed him chris reeve is by far this best superman the only other acter that comes to reeve is tom welling. i've always watched smallville from the very beginning and waited with betaed breath for clark to learn how to fly and by the man of steel. of course it took ten years but it was worth seeing how well tom did the charactor watching both clark and tom growing and adapting to becaming the man of steel. but cristphor reeve is still the best, my good bless his soul.
I wasn't raised by my parents, they had divorced sometime before or after me and my sisters turned . We were raised by our grandparents. I was always very close to my grandpa, I remember in the morning i'd sit on his lap and we'd watch Heathcliff/Rifraf and the junk yard cats. We watched so much that I called him Rifraf and i was the Leroy the junk yard dog. I always loved watching the cartoon every morning with him. He continued to call me Leroy all the time as us grandchildren grew up. he only stoppped becaused we can't really remember it now.
i figured that today i'd put some poems up that i wrote for my creativity writing class. one i wrote for my niece who died at only 18 months. she was very sick for a very long time, none of the doctors could figure out what was wrong with her. she was very smart considering that she was still a baby. before erica passed she tried to actually pull out her iv. and air tubes out. she knew that she was dieing, like i said she was very smart. i'm going to put that poem up first.
she came into the world
all broken and bent
with the heart of a lion
and a will that would not relent
she had no voice to speak her mind
but her eyes spoke those unspoken words
those eyes held such wisdom for one so small
we all knew that she would leave
but we didn't know when
and then the day came
she looked at her mother with those bright thoughtful eyes
and with one last breath said her thanks
she fought for her life till the very end
she left this world for a far better place
away from the pain
when i was done writing this one my grandmother told me not to show this to my sister jennifer, erica's mother. jennifer was so upset about erica's passing, she still hasn't got over it and that was about 5 years ago this easter. i'd like to show her but at the same time i'm scared to.
this other poem i wrote for a very dear family friend who died 2 months before erica did. ms. simmons was a very caring person. she taught at the high school that i went to here southern. il. not everyone liked her but that was only becuase that didn't understand her. she loved books so much, she had stacks of them in her classroom. she gave me 2 of her books. i've read both so much i know them by heart. she always came by on fridays and somehow she always knew when grandma made her vegie soup. she'd drop of books and movies that she thought we'd like. she died on february 15 two days before amber, amanda and mine's birthday. we were so upset. i wrote this poem for her, to remember the way she was before she died.
you loved the written word; it was your life
along with your students
you'd buy them the supplies they needed for class
you had a caring heart, always thought of others above yourself
if someone needed something you went out and got it
you were always on the run, always here or there
you gave to others without a second thought
all you'd bought for yourself were books on twain
and most ofall the comis you loved, peanuts
but then you got sick
and were not able to do for others any longer
you went from hospital to hospital
and then finally the place you feared
and there you left this world
your sister was not there when you went
but you were not there alone
karen was there with yuo
she had told us that you looked at her
and then closed your eyes
at the moment she knew you were gone
she was not sad; she knew you were in a better place
you would have been moved by all the people you had touched
all of us that knew you
were there at your wake
we will all miss you greatly
well there's the other poem, when i wrote this i cried after i was done, showed my grandma and she cried, showed it to my sisters and they cried. i tried to read it out loud but i couldn't becuase i started to cry again. even now, even thought it's been 5 years since she's been gone, i still expect her to walk through the door on friday evening wanting a bowl of grandma's vegie soup. i can't watch charlie brown without thinking of her.
- Current Mood: melancholy
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i believe that there could be. there are signs here on earth that prove we have been visited by someone from space in the past. i don't believe that alien live forms should be feared on less we prove to be a threat to them.