...Okay, so the song goes: "...have you any dreams you'd like to sell?"
I ponder this, to whom/which lover was Stevie Nicks referring to, as if we need ask...of course, it was Lindsey Buckingham himself for whom the beautiful lyrics and song ("Dreams") were written.
If she was asking her lover (ex-lover) to sell her his dreams so that she could better understand him, then I can definitely understand her. I can understand all too well how she was feeling. I, too, wish that a certain person would have sold me his/her dreams so that I could better understand him/her. But, oh, that was long ago...actually, not that long ago...the person is my muse of late. I would give anything for the sweet, beautiful person to sell me his/her dreams. To know the person, well, it might actually not only help me to know and like the person better, but perhaps, the person could know me and like me as much as I do. Reciprocate, reciprocate, reciprocate...
My own dreams, the ones that could come true, are delayed, and perhaps even dwindling, because each day that my emotions and feelings are not properly addressed, I am left haphazardly alone and sad and in wonderment of "what could be." It is a sad state-of-affairs in which I currently dwell and reside. I wish I could tear at the very fabric of myself to find the me who was ecstatically happy, somewhat fancy-free, and steadily secure...until that glance.
The glance that saw me crash into an invisible wall; the glance that made my knees fold; the glance that left me unable to breathe; the glance that made my heart skip a beat unlike any arrhythmia that my chest has been put through; the glance that has made my words turn awfully corny. The one special, phenomenal, beautiful glance that I began, and you answered, on that awesome and unforgettable Tuesday morning. I glanced your way, bid you fare salutations, you replied, and further added that the morning "was cold." I heard your sweet voice, and I looked back...then thunder struck...the glance...the glance...the glance. I glanced your way, and my heart you took. Oh, the pain of it all. I remain in an ambiguous, beguiling, and love-struck world...never knowing, never knowing, never knowing. Should I tell you, perhaps hidden is how my feelings should be left...no one gets hurt except my need to be with you. What to do, what to do, what to do...
✔©✔
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Self-Indulgence: Simply...Thinking of You!
Thinking of you, thoughts of you so provocatively innocent
If only you knew my heart and who I could be
Maybe it would envelope your heart with the love I have
I would gladly give it and ask nothing in return
Only wanting to listen to you, to see you, to tell you
Words are blocked by a lost soul that just wanders
Not knowing your world seems blasphemous
Being allowed to linger would be best, but doubtful
For the moment I remain enraptured by thoughts of you
Maybe one day my dreams might awaken a certain truth
The truth is what I have always feared, for you are so far
away
Must it remain that way, such trepidation to never know
You are often so close, but my heart deems you linger too
far away
The unknown is what truly terrifies the essence of me
That you see me and find emptiness as your heart seeks
another
I remain your secret aficionado and protector of innocence
One day perhaps clouds will guide your way to forever see my
heartTime always the enemy...I remain silent and still...still thinking of you
Dora's Corner: Plagiarism Story Continued: Literary Pirates Invade the College!
So, the story does continue.
Last week, before the morning lecture began in English class, the prof told us that some students had plagiarized, and that she was extremely disappointed at the fact that it had occurred. Frankly, dear prof, this person was just as disappointed (perhaps not severely as you were) at those handful of lazy and aloof students. Not only did their fragrant act of plagiarism hurt them, but it hurt the prof, and their fellow classmates [us] who arduously work at learning how to properly cite other people's work. The basics of citing is not so difficult to learn. IMO, it is another English-writing art-form that can and should be learned. For those of us moving on to other courses that require a lot of writing, learning how to properly credit others for their work is extremely important. For those not moving on to courses that will require them to learn how to properly cite, they need only think of plagiarism this way...if you wrote a song, painted a picture, created a tatoo, or anything which involved hard work, and was solely your property because you -- and you alone -- created it, you would be extremely pissed off (*) if someone took it as their own and proclaimed that he or she had created it. And, might I add that I used the word "pissed" in the preceding sentence because, chances are, that the people who do not think twice of stealing other people's property (and a written work of art IS tangible, thus, property) are probably the type of people who understand things when it involves the usage of an expletive. Pardon my blunt-force usage of this thing called physiognomy or the judging a book by it's cover, but if you steal someone else's work, I strongly disagree that much, if any, respect is due you.
Anyhow, the English prof appeared as if she had lost her best friend upon the announcement of the plagiarists in our class. There were many of them, which further added to the disgust and disappointment! I do not believe that the act of plagiarism should be noted as a reflection of the prof because she is an excellent instructor who takes time to teach each student in her classroom how to correctly write essays and how to cite other people's work. She offers each student an opportunity to meet with her in her office or in the writing hub/lab. Furthermore, the writing hub has plenty of other highly-qualified tutors and (convenient) hours of operation through-out the week for anyone interested in getting extra help.
Personally speaking, my writing skills have improved through my own hard work and sweat with the addition of working with the prof whenever I could, and by taking advantage of the hub. Frankly, it is beyond me why students do not take advantage of any lab because our hard-earned tuition has already paid for the usage of several labs. If sporting events were paid for via one's tuition on a community college level, such as it is on a university level, then students would take advantage of the opportunity. So, why not take advantage of the labs when you (or your parents) have already paid for them [rhetorical].
I would no soon steal someone else's literary piece than I would steal something in a store, and I would no soon put up with someone else stealing anything from me either. I would especially not put up with anyone stealing my own literary art. I would seriously hurt someone for that.
I plan on speaking to my prof about this. I mainly want to convey my own appreciation for everything that she has done for each of her students [includes moi], and that the lazy and careless students are not representative of who we are holistically as a class nor of who she is as an individual and a great instructor. She did not fail any of her students, but rather, a few jerks in class failed her.
Last week, before the morning lecture began in English class, the prof told us that some students had plagiarized, and that she was extremely disappointed at the fact that it had occurred. Frankly, dear prof, this person was just as disappointed (perhaps not severely as you were) at those handful of lazy and aloof students. Not only did their fragrant act of plagiarism hurt them, but it hurt the prof, and their fellow classmates [us] who arduously work at learning how to properly cite other people's work. The basics of citing is not so difficult to learn. IMO, it is another English-writing art-form that can and should be learned. For those of us moving on to other courses that require a lot of writing, learning how to properly credit others for their work is extremely important. For those not moving on to courses that will require them to learn how to properly cite, they need only think of plagiarism this way...if you wrote a song, painted a picture, created a tatoo, or anything which involved hard work, and was solely your property because you -- and you alone -- created it, you would be extremely pissed off (*) if someone took it as their own and proclaimed that he or she had created it. And, might I add that I used the word "pissed" in the preceding sentence because, chances are, that the people who do not think twice of stealing other people's property (and a written work of art IS tangible, thus, property) are probably the type of people who understand things when it involves the usage of an expletive. Pardon my blunt-force usage of this thing called physiognomy or the judging a book by it's cover, but if you steal someone else's work, I strongly disagree that much, if any, respect is due you.
Anyhow, the English prof appeared as if she had lost her best friend upon the announcement of the plagiarists in our class. There were many of them, which further added to the disgust and disappointment! I do not believe that the act of plagiarism should be noted as a reflection of the prof because she is an excellent instructor who takes time to teach each student in her classroom how to correctly write essays and how to cite other people's work. She offers each student an opportunity to meet with her in her office or in the writing hub/lab. Furthermore, the writing hub has plenty of other highly-qualified tutors and (convenient) hours of operation through-out the week for anyone interested in getting extra help.
Personally speaking, my writing skills have improved through my own hard work and sweat with the addition of working with the prof whenever I could, and by taking advantage of the hub. Frankly, it is beyond me why students do not take advantage of any lab because our hard-earned tuition has already paid for the usage of several labs. If sporting events were paid for via one's tuition on a community college level, such as it is on a university level, then students would take advantage of the opportunity. So, why not take advantage of the labs when you (or your parents) have already paid for them [rhetorical].
I would no soon steal someone else's literary piece than I would steal something in a store, and I would no soon put up with someone else stealing anything from me either. I would especially not put up with anyone stealing my own literary art. I would seriously hurt someone for that.
I plan on speaking to my prof about this. I mainly want to convey my own appreciation for everything that she has done for each of her students [includes moi], and that the lazy and careless students are not representative of who we are holistically as a class nor of who she is as an individual and a great instructor. She did not fail any of her students, but rather, a few jerks in class failed her.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
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