S: About My Life And who Want to be.
BC: Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
FC: Things of life | "Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it" Maya Angelou | "Night brings our troubles to the light rather than banishes them" - Seneca | "The only thing to do with good advice is pass it on. It's never of any use to one self- Oscar Wilde
1: Table of content Front cover Pg 1 this of course Pg 2 The dedication Pg 3 Inside Me Pg 4 Awake My Soul Pg 5 Picture Pg 6 More picture Pg 7 Life Pg 8 If I were told to die Pg 9 Top 10 games Pg 10 The color black Back cover
2: Book dedicated to the things have been through and want be when I grow up | The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom- Antoine Bret
3: INSIDE ME By: Mario Solis Inside me is a kid who face many adversity Inside of me is a kid who should know when to speak up Inside me is a kid who tries so hard not to lose everything A kid who is just tired of everything Who wants to escape every thing Inside me is thirteen year old kid A kid who usually doesn’t have a care to the world A kid who believes that people can make a difference Inside is a hard working kid A person who might be a U.S Marine A kid who thinks too much Inside me is a kid just a kid who might not grow up To see that he is a grown up man
4: Awake my soul Listen to the spirit song The heart beat of love. Awake and take you share of the pulse of peace. A heartbeat in a secret place shared with none. SOUL! AWAKE! and live the rhythm of the spirit song; A song of love for one. Create Date : Thursday, May 19, 2011 Tracy WatsonBrown | The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end- Benjamin Disrael
7: The right life is marked by simplicity. Fresh baked bread. Butter, cheese, pickles. Blackberries gathered, eaten with cream. Water, milk, and tea to drink. Thinking, writing, walking, dreaming, The warmth of sunshine and blankets A glass of red and the sound of guitars into the night. Tracy WatsonBrown
8: If I were told: By this evening you will die, So what will you do until then? I would do the unbelievable Bungee jump until I get bored Drive a car at it’s top limit until it has becomes a wild goose chase Soon parachute off a building to a amazing ocean and walk all the way home Lay down and wait until the time come
9: Top 10 Games 1.Modern warfare 2 2.Black ops 3.Section 8: Prejudice 4.Call of Duty 4 5.Call of duty World at war 6.Gears of war 2 7. Gears of war 3 8. Portal 9. Limbo 10. Gears of war
10: Top 5 music 1. Remember The Name 2. Just the way you are 3. Nothing on you 4. Stan ( Ft. Dido) 5. Criminal
11: Black Black is the color of dark It’s the color of dark roses the color of death Black is the color of eyes It’s the color of hair The color of tires Black is the color of sadness It’s the color space It’s the color of a hole Black is the color of binders It’s the color of night The color of markers Black is the color of evil Black is the color of a dark world with no lights It’s the color of a road that never ends
12: You Forget Me by Pablo Nerud I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
13: Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
14: But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine
15: Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
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19: Death by Thomas Hood It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite, And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow; That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite Be lapped in alien clay and laid below; It is not death to know this,--but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft,--and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.
20: “If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.” The Crow (1994) | “He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.” Voltaire | “If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?” Chuck Palahniuk
21: “You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.” David Harkins | “I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” Winston Churchill | “One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.” Similar