Zoe’s Journal

Zoe’s Journal
Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of
paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them
during the night before they get away.
    - Earl Nightingale, 1921 - 1989

Oblivious

December 31st, 2000

Listening, listening to the music inside
Escaping reality, the harsh cold world
Close your eyes, sink back into
The music in my soul.
Can’t face the music, let it
Sweep over me. Rolls
Over me in tides of melody
Settle into a steady rhythmn
Do all I can to go through life
Oblivious to all; listen to
The music. Let it flow
Through me. Rivers of
Peace over my troubled spirit.
Falling, falling into the music.
Billows crashing into rocks
Birds singing, the sound of
Nothing, the sound of everything
This is the music, the music
Swirling round me. Can’t
Wake up. Listen to the music,
The music of my soul.

The Orange

December 31st, 2000

for English II   (10th grade)

Once, when an orange I would peel,
It said to itself, ‘I won’t be a meal!’
So it shot in my eye
And I sure did cry
That never again would I an orange peel!