Fireworks

Light one end and watch it burn up. Once there is nothing but ash, the small flicker of a flame ignites the internal. It burns hot and sends the entire vessel launching into orbit. It rockets into the sky moving as fast as it can. Anything, Anything at all to get away from the ground and that spark that sent it on its way. Finally at a safe distance, far away and into the lonely and empty sky, it can explode. Fire, smoke, and an array of colors fill the sky but everyone can only look up in awe from the ground. So caught up by the sight and spectacle, the sound of the explosion seems to be nothing more than a mild pop from where they are sitting. Their ears are deaf because of how full their eyes are. However, all the spectators below are only interested in the explosion and the sensation. They forget the falling remains that tumble from the sky. That rocket that was so eager to get away from the earth must eventually return to it. Now it’s all used up. Nothing left but ashes and chard pieces. Nothing to save or treasure. Even the spectators have moved their eyes and thoughts to the next musing. All that built up energy, gone in an instance. The ruins left behind mean nothing. Only those who happened to get singed or held on during the explosion would remember. And few get that close, and even fewer can hang on. Other people forget. Colors fade. Ashes remain, but those can wash away in time. Even burns heal until only there’s only a faint scar. All you really even remember in time is the thrill or pain you experienced.

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For Mom

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I was dreaming and I knew, because it happens so little, and in my dream I stood alone with my feet in the sand. The beach was warm from the sun and I began to walk along the shore toward a place where no one ever looked for me. As I journeyed farther away I felt the welcome of each step. The sand made each footstep soft and gentle. The wind blew and the waves crashed but they were not fierce and only added to the beauty of the scene. The sun began to fade away and slip behind the horizon but the minutes ticked by slowly. I stood and felt the sun on my skin. The water from a crashing wave washed up the shore line and drenched the sand before me. Such calmness and solitude. I never want to leave this place, I thought to myself. I sat down along the shore and decided to watch the sun disappear and bring forth the night. My feet were once again buried in the sand and the smell of salt water saturated my senses. I will always find peace in the smell of the sea. Slowly, and surely the sun began to set. But instead of the sky getting dark with each passing second it grew brighter. With confusion I stood up and wondered why. Then the sounds of my beloved ocean evaporated and were replaced by the droning sounds of my clock radio. It was just a dream, I sighed. But even still, I shut my eyes and tried to dream a little while longer.

Christina Lynn Morrell

Where in the world...

Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?

The question that has troubled youths for years. Because she sneaks around the world from Kiev to Carolina. I hear she's a sticky-fingered filcher from Berlin down to Belize. But I just want you to tell me where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

And while we're at it, Where's Waldo?

Isn't it a strange coincidence that we can't find Waldo or Carmen…and they both seem to have gone missing around the same time…

I'll tell you what I think, partners in crime. We already know that Miss Sandiego is a thief. As soon as Waldo heard that everyone was looking for her he knew it was only a matter of time before the authorities started questioning him.

The thing that gets me though is if you're running from the law wouldn't you change your appearance a bit? Color your hair, ditch the glasses, lose the bright red clothes (or at the very least change your outfit…?) I suppose it doesn't matter. Even without doing that we still can't find them.

My opinion: They ran away together and are living it up in Amsterdam.

Christina Lynn Morrell

Thoughts to Think About

If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?

Would a fly without wings be called a "walk"?

The glass is neither half empty nor half full. It is twice as large as it needs to be.

Its bad luck to be superstitious.

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?

Have you ever noticed anyone going slower than you is an idiot and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do.

What's another word for thesaurus?

If quitters never win and winners never quit who came up with "Quit while your ahead"?

What happens if you get scared half to death twice?

If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that a hostage situation?

What is the speed of dark?

If you put a slinky on an escalator, would it go on forever?

Why is abbreviation such a long word?

Imagine a world without hypothetical situations.

NEW Blog!

Check out my newest creation!

http://christinamorrell.blogspot.com

I've started to upload some of my art work to another blog.

I felt that not only was this site important as a tool to gather all the funny little musings of my creativity, but the work is just as important.

As of right now, most of what I've loaded is school-project related pieces. Soon though, I'll be adding my personal projects which is where the strongest links from these posting will come from. Perhaps the links from these posts to my work will only be understood by me, but that's just how my brain works. If you don't get it then I guess the voices in your head don't explain things to you as well as my voices do.

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Quietly now my mind loudly wonders,

feelings I found are over and done for.
Distance, a sound of deafening thunder
is fading away.

~Christina Lynn Morrell

Definitions of the word "religion"

I've been asked about my faith in the past and knew exactly what to say and how I was defined but now... what can I say?

I believe in God, Christ, and what I read in the bible. By definition that would typically peg me a Christian, but how far that word has come from being a simple and good term to explain beliefs, to striking fear and loathing in the hearts of those of other faiths. And ironically, they are often even quicker to dismiss me for my supposed narrow-minded thinking, then attempt to learn and understand my spiritual life.

I've known my fair share of crazy, religious intolerant folks who'd sooner beat you over the head with a bible, then hear your side of things. I've seen zealous fools who'll take parts and passages they like to push a point but ignore the overall message. I've heard the damning messages of preachers straining their voices and breaking our ears condemning all who hear to love their God. And I've rolled my eyes, watching people take literal translations as truth over science. On a larger scale, wars have been fought, many have died, and little has been gained in the name of "religion". Where does that leave us? I'm honestly asking.

If religion implies ritual, then I am certainly not religious. I read and study, pray and meditate, learn and grow, at different times and in different ways.

If religion implies strictly held dogmatic thinking, then I am certainly not religious. My theories on life and God changes and evolves everyday. As with any other principle you learn, with each piece of knowledge you acquire the greater your understanding becomes. You abandon previous misconceptions and strengthen greater truths.

If religious implies my faith comes from a book or passed down laws, then I am certainly not religious. I learn theories from text books, bibles, science, and history. Life is where these can be applied and tested. It's here that I've learned my greatest lessons and found faith.

I don't know where that leaves me when defining my religious beliefs, but I've never been comfortable with labels anyhow.

Christina Lynn Morrell