Goodbye

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

– Winnie the Pooh

 

In memory of John Hoover Cullers
August 30, 2001-October 28, 2016
My wonderful pup and one of my closest friends
Thank you, for everything
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Today’s Holiday: Dr. Seuss Day

March 2, 2016.

Take a step back in time. Look through your memories and find your childhood. What stories do you remember best? What authors?

For many people all around the world, that author is Dr. Seuss, and those stories range from “Oh, The Places You’ll Go!” to “Green Eggs and Ham“, from “The Lorax” to “The Cat in the Hat“.

imageToday is Dr. Seuss’s birthday, and people all around the world are celebrating! Well, at least all around America.

I can’t speak for the rest of the world, but in the United States, some elementary school classes set up day-long parties. My second grade class had a great celebration. We decorated the room with pictures of characters from the stories, hung up streamers, put together a skit that we performed for our parents, tried green eggs and ham…

I don’t know what other schools and classes do, but we had a great time. Dr. Seuss had always been an important part of my childhood, so the day meant and still means a lot to me.

If you’ve never read a Dr. Seuss book, you definitely should. Today’s the perfect day to discover what your childhood was missing. And if you have read a Dr. Seuss book, find your favorite and re-read it today.

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Just spend today being a kid again.

And think about the lessons those books taught you. Every book Dr. Seuss wrote had meaning, some sort of lesson it was supposed to teach. Courage, humility, trust, individuality… The lessons were endless.

I know for a fact they taught me a lot. I wouldn’t be who I am now without them.

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Have a wonderful day of celebration!

And thank you, Dr. Seuss. For everything.


 

Picture sources: Blair Public Library

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The Voices

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I can hear the voices.

They’re screaming in my head.

I can hear the voices–

the voices of the undead.

Every single person

that’s died because of me;

all of them are screaming,

screaming to be free.

I try to tell them sorry,

but they don’t seem to care.

Then again, I killed them,

so I guess that’s only fair.

I just keep on wishing

that I could set them free,

but they wouldn’t be trapped

if it wasn’t for worthless me.


*(Note: I don’t know what else I can say other than, you guys have spoken. You guys were so encouraging about me posting my dark poetry, so… I’ve decided I will, and this one’s going first. Thank you all so much, and I hope you enjoy!)

Picture source: Medically Daily

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