Strip Me

I heard this song in the car today and loved it.
La la la la la la
Everyday I fight for
All my future somethings
A thousand little wars
I have to choose between
I could spend a lifetime
Earning things I don’t need
That’s like chasing rainbows
And coming home empty
And if you strip me,
Strip it all away
If you strip me,
What would you find
If you strip me,
Strip it all away
Ill be alright
Take what you want
Steal my pride
Build me up
Or cut me down to size
Shut me out
But I’ll just scream
Im only one voice in a million
But you aint taking that from me
Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4
I dont need a microphone
To say what I been thinking
My heart is like a loudspeaker
Thats always on eleven
And if you strip me,
Strip it all away
If you strip me,
What would you find
If you strip me,
Strip it all away
I’m still the same
Take what you want
Steal my pride
Build me up
Or cut me down to size
Shut me out
But I’ll just scream
Im only one voice in a million
But you aint taking that from me
Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4
Cos when it all boils down
At the end of the day
Its what you do and say
That makes you who you are
Makes you think about,
Think about it
Doesn’t it
Sometimes all it takes is one voice
Take what you want
Steal my pride
Build me up
Or cut me down to size
Shut me out
But I’ll just scream
Im only one voice in a million
But you aint taking that from me
Oh oh no you aint taking that from me x 4

Decisions Decisions.....

I am not the average blogger.well, maybe I am, I don't really know. But what i do know is I don't write amazing stories or posts like I have seen others do. I write whats on my mind. My posts are full of errors and flaws that I try to pretend show personality, and in a way they do. But in all reality most errors are made by mistake. I can only hope that my posts are bearable to those who read them. I've found that all I can write about are certain subjects that I am currently dealing with. Right now I am faced with a decision.

When we are young we are taught that decisions should be made between right and wrong. They were simple. Life was black and white. We were also taught that every decision comes with a good or bad consequence. But what no one bothered to tell us was the hardest decisions we will ever make will be the ones that are not right and wrong. Not black and white. NO. Those black and white decisions were made when we were young. We may be faced by the occasional challenge to those long made decisions not to do drugs, drink, steal etc. But now decisions have become ones that are between to good things. Not everything is black and white as we often hope it will be. Life gets harder as we grow. As it should be, Yet sometimes we wish this was not the case. These impossible decisions are the ones that truly have the hard consequences. The ones that are followed with regret. I try to say that we should live without regrets. No regrets, only lessons learned. This is a lot easier said than done. When faced with two good decisions many people suggest making a list and comparing every which way. But is that really the best way to decide? What can we really say is the best? Disregarding any of your own feelings. Trying to please everyone else. Or trying to find your own path when the one you should truly walk has been paved and traveled before. Just rebelling. Getting lost. refusing to make a decisions and that in its self being a decision. . . . .

I have only found one really good way of making a decision. You must choose and act. Only with faith, time and action will prayers be answered. Even then you may still get a yellow light when it is not as clear as you wish but you've got to choose to stop or go. Yellow lights are not bad, only frustrating. This only mean there truly are two good paths for you to follow. and the worst that will happen is that you'll go back or link with the other pathway later on. No matter how fast or slow you travel you will always face decision, some easy, and others not so much. But if you know where you're going, and are honestly trying to get there,     you will.

Some poems I had to write for English....

Metaphors Are

By Shanna Frame

Metaphors are confusion

In literary form

They are the writer’s attempt

To unravel simplicity

Confound the mind

To unlock depths of unopened explorations

To force the reader to see

The impossible

Metaphors are the impossible

Caught on paper

Comparing life to water

Eyes to stars

And chosen opposites

Which they believe

Fit fluently together

To form an image of the unknown

Metaphors are the incomprehensible Art of

Mind and pen together

Flowing on paper

Fluently creating the deepest

Secrets of the heart

Metaphors are a pair of old, unused glasses

Often seen as worthless and odd

But when dusted and cleaned

Of all obstructions of view

They show what is unseen by the naked eye

Enhancing the vision of the few who

Choose to take a chance and

Look through them

With an ache and passion

To work past confusion

Into the incomprehensible

To see all the potential of

An Impossible Art

Black

By Shanna Frame

Black

The absence of light; Darkness

The center of all grief

Fear; The snap of a twig

In the middle of nowhere

A growl in silence

A harsh word; a bruise

Desolation, Destruction

Clasped hands torn apart

The damp, dank smell of loneliness

Lost in unfamiliarity

Unforgiving gravel pierces raw feet

The lingering smell of charred

Childhood dreams

The bitter mixture of

Defeat, Dirt, and Blood

The unquenchable lust for the inevitable

Slowly the world fades

Gasping for air

Grasping nothingness

Holding onto all that is left

The absence of light; Darkness

Black

I See You

By Shanna Frame

I See You

So young,

Unblemished by pain,

Such clear innocence

Life is simple and kind,

You feel ready to face the world

Your life will change so quickly

A week is all it takes

One moment for tomorrow

To change forever

I see you

As you walk along your path

Your climb will not be easy

Storms will cross your way

Rocks will pierce your soul

Winds will push you down

But you will keep going

 Pulling, crawling, standing

Always pushing forward

You will struggle to grab hold

Years will come and pass

And just when you have got it

It will slip from your grasp

Be strong little one

Take joy in small successes

Look back on where you’ve traveled

And stay from where you’ve been

I see you

Innocence fading

All that you will accomplish

The world is racing to face you

See your strength

 

Lost Trains

By Shanna Frame

Hum, drum, fum, blum

My mind bumbles through ideas

Bumping into lost trains

            Lost trains

Where do they go?

            Lost trains

One moment they’re there

The next they’re gone.

Lost trains oh where have you left me?

I’m lost in my trains

What shall I do?

Maybe,

Or maybe not.

Or …

Clickety Clack, clickety Clack

Yes, no, maybe so

Yes, no, maybe so

What

Where

Who

Hmmmm….

Lost trains are taking me nowhere

Yet, nowhere, is that somewhere?

Hum, drum, fum, blum

My beautiful lost trains

My wonderful, magnificent …

Crash!!!

Galoshes

By Shanna Frame

My Galoshes are the Best

All poke-a-dot purple

They squeak,

They squak,

They squish,

They even kind of squirtle!

They eek,

They awk,

They squash

As I jump into a puddle,

And even when the fun is done

They mutter

And they mumble!

And that is why they are the Best,

That’s why I love them most,

Cause My Galoshes

Are all My Own

Unstoppable

Hodgepodge, mishmash, muddle!

 

 

 My Blankie

By Shanna Frame

I pull you close

You wrap your arms around me

Enclose me with your warmth

You stay with me

I come to you with anything

You hold me throughout everything

My best friend now and forever

Until one day I see through your perfection

A small hole where flawlessness once lay

I need more than you can offer

My love begins to fade

I see how I must now move on

You can no longer stay

There is no warmth left in your hugs

No protection in embrace

Your love for me is gone

Between us there is a widening space

You no longer look your best for me

I’ll no longer take you out

Your hygiene is now questionable

But it’s more than what can’t be washed out

I cannot stand it any longer

I must let you go today

Please just try to understand

We must go our separate ways

Some things stain forever

As you have stained my heart

I’ll remember the fun we had

Even though we had to part

 

Why do things for me?...

People tell me that everyone needs to do things for themselves.  Everyone needs that day of chowing down on chocolate. I do not understand this. I volunteer every Monday and Thursday at an elementary school and have found it to be the best and most rewarding part of my week.  I love it. It has become the thing I do for myself but others don't seem to understand this.  Doing this service makes me happy. I write this post, not to brag but to simply explain.  I don't understand how everyone assumes that to feel better about a situation or problem they must do something for themselves. They've just got to get that new thing or eat themselves sick or just have a pity party. I do not understand this at all.I do believe that the occasional me time is definitely a good thing but it has become more than occasional in the world today. I'm guilty of getting sucked into this myself but I can honestly say I've never felt better than when I'm volunteering. People have become so self-centered that they refuse to see the solution to true happiness that's staring them in the face. All they really have to do to be truly happy is get out of their own little world and recognize those who need them.There will always be someone who is worse off than you and could use your hand, not matter who they are. I'm not the best at this. It's not easy. But it's worth it.  Service is something that, when done without hope for reward, can make a better day than imaginable.  It's frustrating to listen to the world and hear about the next pity party coming up with friends.  Why can't people start having service parties. If this were to happen on a regular basis, the effect is simple, the world would become a much happier place.  Service is more than doing the right thing, it's going the extra mile to help someone who is worse off than you without want of selfish gain. In Utah it sometimes seems it is just the normal thing to be LDS. We cannot get sucked into how easy it is to live our standards just because so many others are doing the same thing.  We've got to go the extra mile because we live in Utah and because we need to step up and set ourselves apart from everyone else if we truly want to show all that we should and can stand for. We've got to become the leaders because it's easier, and we've got to do it now because it won't get easier.  Life's not easy, it's hard but there's so much to be gained for those who don't search for it.

A Train of Thought...

I didn't know what to say...So I thought of a question. I thought of what's your favorite color. You don't have one. Dead end. I wonder who doesn't have a favorite color, are they one of those people determined to be nonprejudicial in just about everything, or just indecisive?  Which one's better. Who knows.  Both can be a little odd.  But aren't we all a little odd? Who am I to judge. Or am I just becoming another one of those nonprejudicial people. And the confusion starts. Or maybe I'm just allowing my mind to flow, to unlock the depths of the unused mind. The part that makes discoveries that no one else can. Maybe that's what this world is missing.  Maybe we need more of this very thing. Slow down. Wait. Listen. Watch. Question. Break free of the chains of wordly expectations.Dare. Become more.  Make your own standards. Make yourself. Be You. More than anything don't forget. Follow your thoughts, they just might lead your somewhere you need to go. You may not like it. Not at first. Later look back. See what you think. See what's changed. The mind is amazing. Made for a purpose. So why do we deny so many of the explorations and discoveries we are capable of?

A Post Made Facebook Style

This is an idea I got from reading one of my friends blogs. It goes from most recent down. It will probably include a few inside jokes that not very many will understand, but if you do enjoy.

Shanna Frame-Wow...?
Shanna Frame-Found her cursor, finished her post, and posted the post.
Shanna Frame-Should have made the post going the opposite way. Much less confusion would have been involved.
Shanna Frame-Can't seem to find her cursor!
Shanna Frame-Really misses snuggling with the oh so cuddlable Chad!;)
Shanna Frame-Hates end of term
Shanna Frame-Has too much homework
Shanna Frame-says its just so Pineapple!
Shanna Frame-Loves Buckle Jeans
Shanna Frame-Football Games WooHoo!
Shanna Frame-School Dances... So crazy
Shanna Frame-Is going Crazy
Shanna Frame-Has a song stuck in her head
Shanna Frame-Is always listening to music
Shanna Frame-Is still listening to music
Shanna Frame-Is listening to music
Shanna Frame-Wishes it was the thought that mattered with homework
Shanna Frame-Went to school
Shanna Frame-Was Remembered
Shanna Frame-Came home
Shanna Frame-Was Forgotten

Shanna Frame-Went to Draper

Shanna Frame-Misses Pedilver
Shanna Frame-It's summer
Shanna Frame-Just Married... Ew, not me, my parents!