The Magic of a Moment PTA Reflections EntryThe Magic of a MomentBy: David Campbell IIIOne more word,One more line,One more page,Magic resides within literature,Words used to describe and deny,Comfort and provide understanding.One more note,One more song,One more album,The sorcery of music extracts secluded emotion,Notes to show love and lyrical passion,To regret, forgive and explain the unexplainable.One more photo,One more perspective,One more memory,A spark of luminous enchantment every flash of photography,Photos opening windows to the world in its alternatives,Preserved thoughts and inquiring wonders from the fibers of our very beings.One mo
Towers of CantatonWhat guards the innocence of Cantaton,A land so far from reality,Sweetness flourishes even when the rest ofThe world is in its most horrid of times.Cantaton is, or more rather, wasQuite the nicest of place to spend one's life in.Though, until that day, that faithful dayWhen the towers that lined Cantaton came crashing down,And the rubble covered all.Only then did the gusts of realization enter the city,And terrify those who were so usedTo perfection.It just goes to show,Even the perfection of Cantaton,Although they were so sure nothingCould shatter their towers that protectedTheir newfound innocence,Reality t
InsanityAre you like the others?For are you among the ones that pointTheir bony fingers and laugh!Laugh at my inquiring ponders I haveLong thought upon, and confirmed theirTruthfulness!Will you call me mad?Only because I seclude myself from thosePutrid beasts!How I dare I even speak of them in the HolySanctity of this place!Stop!Now, if what I perceive is toBe in fact quite the most valid of statements,Then my inquires you may not hear!No, for such genius will not bearAnymore disgrace from thoseWho lack my kind of qualities!Leave now, For you are not worthy of my wisdom,Nor being included in my presence!Thoug
Things That Wreck MeSeeing your face,Oh how it used to fillMe with joy, now setsMy heart ablaze, Burnt black with obvious grief.The guilt that compels my soulSeems now to have taken full control Over me, but what have I done wrong?I cannot remember exactly who,Why and when I had done such wrongs,Yet I know they are what cause this suffering pain.Nothing can sooth my mind,Calm my tenseness, fortify my thoughts.The grasp of reality is loose, barely hangingOn to the strings that drive me through Everything, every breath, every waking secondThat I drown in this thick tar of emotional torture.It crashed down and ignited in my chest,
The Last Poem21,146 words,102 pages,Countless friends,All inspired by this website.The ups and downs,The lefts and rights, It sure was a hurtfulAnd spirit-lifting ride.But one thing's for sure:I'd never trade my experiences here for anything.