Falling from a Willow tree. by ralatalo, literature
Literature
Falling from a Willow tree.
I felt myself starting to slip,
but my heart wasn't aware of it.
I knew the danger to fall,
but other feelings were so strong.
My footing gave way,
yet my fingers still held someway.
It was a small consolation,
there was no exaltation.
I closed my eyes and took a breath,
and hoped that it wouldn't be my death,
Then my fingers gave way, oh well,
and all at once I fell.
The feeling came all at once,
what a rush, I blushed.
The end I could not see,
blinded by what I wished would be.
How would it end I didn't know,
would it be soft or a crushing blow.
Just another Girl
She's Just a girl, like many others.
Not much is different or so I claim,
She wants to love, but nor hurt.
She's Just a girl.
She wants to be needed, but not need.
She's Just a girl, like a lot of others.
She wants to hold, but not need cling.
She's Just a girl.
She wants to be protected, yet not smothered or even held.
She's Just a girl, like quite a few others.
She wants to feel, but fears the pain.
She's Just a girl.
She wants to experience live and love, but is scared to try.
She's Just a girl, like so few others.
She ain't graceful in love, as the trail of hearts attests.
She's Just a girl.
She's says y
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I really am!
I have tried before, even as I try now, even as I will continue to try.
Why do I try, do I try to succeed, so I try to fail,
do I try to win, do I try to lose, do i just try to play.
Is it a war, with victimes and casualties, life and love,
or is it a game, the score yet decided, with only pride on the line,
or is it a play the parts already written only to be performed.
Have I won, can I win, do I even have a chance, do I even want to win?
What does winning mean? Does it mean life, friends, love or death?
Should I Lay upon a pillow, never to rise,
Should I sit within a chair, never t
What should I say,
should I delay,
to speak the feelings I have,
if spoken the reaction may be sad.
Still while hidden nothing is gained,
but just like the flowers of spring,
they patiently wait to bloom free.
With eyes closed I see more clearly,
the visions I dream of holding dearly.
Do I alone hold these dreams,
care they silly wish to be's,
how can I find the answer I seek,
without havoc being wreaked.
To speak of dreams is to betray,
all that they willingly display.
Yet to hold silent will not aid me,
but only keep me chained, not free.
What should I say,
how can I not betray,
the feelings being locked away.
Writing Letters, never to send by ralatalo, literature
Literature
Writing Letters, never to send
My mind drift to thoughts of her,
what is she doing tonight,
does she even think of me?
How are you, how do you feel about me?
My mind knows we are best parted,
Yet my heart knows not why.
My mind knows whta neither is to blame,
Yet my heard can't help wondering,
what did i do wrong, what could,
what could i have done differently?
Then say if you love something set it free,
I say you can't love if you can't let go.
So I let go, not wanting to hurt,
I hide my pain, bury my feelings.
Ever hoping you'll return but always,
always fearing to reach out for, to touch.
You need time, so I will give you time,
and if time brings you ba
The Outsider looking in
Always an Outsider looking in.
A piece of the puzzle, a piece which looks the part.
But looks do decieve, for this is not like the others, not the same.
As each piece joins to the next, interlocking, fitting together, edges matching
to form a larger picture; this piece is eager too, to join the collage
and yet, even as it tries to join, as each of the others has.
It tries to join in, fit in as it has tried before,
as it has tried so many times before,
and as it will try again.
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To Whom it may concern:
I am writing you concerning the firmware crippling of the Nikon D80's meter in manual mode when using NON-CPU lens. While I understand that you do sell higher priced camera which allow both full metering with these older lens and will manually adjust the aperture I am disenchanted that the D80's meter does not even provide stopped down metering, ie it is turned off via firmware. If I had the money to buy the more expensive camera I would have but I was/am limited to the budget that I have. I do not think it is too much to expec