I Would Do This

Today I got a bill from the Oregon Department of Revenue for unpaid taxes, penalty and all. My first thought was "I PAID MY TAXES and I'll prove it!"

Away to the computer I went!

I looked up where it took the payment out of my account and sure enough US Treasury $79

 Full in my glory of "I'm right and the ENTIRE State of Oregon Government is wrong!!!!" I ran up the stairs to find the receipt

I pulled out the receipt and sure enough Nicole J Darby (that's me) paid $79 in taxes!

And then I saw it...

Big Bold Green Letters: Federal Payment

I paid the Federal Government what I owed the State 

Time to pay my taxes... again (sigh) 

Poems that I wrote years ago

Paths Entwined

Every person

On every path

Leaves a trail behind

When two paths cross

The trails… now left

Will forever be combined

Soon those trails

Become a web

Of lives that we have known

On my path

Which leads my life

Your trail has really shown

(June 15, 2005)

The Missing Piece

A part of me is missing

A part I cannot see

The gap within my heart

I’m searching for desperately

Fill it up with friends

But soon I find again

The gap within my heart

I’m searching for desperately

Plug it up with ignorance

Then it drains down, and leaves

The gap within my heart

I’m searching for desperately

Tune it out with life

Until I’m forced to see

The gap within my heart

I’m searching for desperately

Turn to God for help

And that’s when he shows me

The gap within my heart

That Jesus filled for me

(April 24-25, 2005)

 

This Is Just To Say

One word can change a life forever

So be careful what you say

With all the words we’ve shared

Life will never be the same

It’s too late now

We can’t go back

We filled the others life

With desperation, pain, and grief

In this never ending battle

Full of deception, fear, and rage

Fifteen years have come and gone

And even though I’ve left

The battle still rages

Behind closed doors

And now I'm full of hate

(Freshman Year)

Warning

When I am old I will not care

‘bout what I say or what I wear

I’ll take pills morning, noon, and night

Then I’ll sit down and watch the price is right

I’ll drink lots of prune juice

To keep my bowels loose

I’ll be the one who wants to see

Things the way they used to be

I’ll talk about the young hoodlums full of rage

Who should have seen what life was like when I was their age

I’ll feel my knee in lot’s of pain

Right before it starts to rain

I’ll talk about the “good old days”

When we were teens going through our rebellious phase

Now that all is said and told

Thank God that I am not yet old

(2004)