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Wednesday, 13 July 2011

  • Time

    To Realize the Value of One Year, 

    Ask a student who Failed Her AP Exams.

     

    To Realize the Value of One Month,

    Ask a Mother who gave Birth to a Premature Baby.

     

    To Realize the Value of One Week,

    Ask the Editor of a Weekly Magazine.

     

    To Realize the Value of One Day,

    Ask a Daily Wage Laborer who has 6 Children to Feed. 

     

    To Realize the Value of One Hour,

    Ask the Lovers Waiting to Meet.

     

    To Realize the Value of One Minute,

    Ask a Person who Missed Their Train.

     

    To Realize the Value of One Second,

    Ask the Person who Survived the Accident.

     

    To Realize the Value of a MilliSecond, 

    Ask the Olympic Gold Winner.

     

    ~Abigail Clair Miller

Wednesday, 06 July 2011

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

  • Guess where I'm going...

    Atlanta! Yup. I'm going to Atlanta to go stay at a Homeless shelter. Why on earth do I want to stay at a Homeless shelter? A Bunch of reasons: First, while we're staying there, we get to eat and live with the homeless. No, not the creepy guys with beards your thinking of. The legit homeless. Families, kids, the handicapped.The only hitch is the $$. But I'm gunna' trust that it'll come in, it always has. I really hope to go. We'll leave on the third week of July. Wow. I've written a bunch of new poetry. I'm going to post one of my favorites later. Sometimes I wish I could not go to practice. Oh, yup I'm in soccer. I'm pretty busy with all of it. I really ought to go now. Here a picture for ya'all:

     

     

     

Tuesday, 09 February 2010

  • Burning Candles- A poem


    We see candles burning.

    We see them race faster and faster but really what are they doing?
    What are they showing?

    Each one has its own pace.
    It's own speed.

    Each one shows it is something.
    It shows something...

    Calming, loving, welcoming, warming, comforting, happy, peaceful, lovely, desire, depth, enjoyment...


    You wonder now.
    What are they showing?
    What are they doing?


    We see candles burning -
    but really, are they crying?