My Heart Will Go On

Ever on and on I continue circling With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing And suddenly I see that I can't break free— I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony To tell me who I am, who I was Uncertainty enveloping my mind Till I can't break free And Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel So I'm tired of all the pain…

analysis I determined my THR ( target heart rate) using the formula (220-age x .60) and (220-age x .75) ; knowing that my maximum heart rate is 201 and my resting heart rate is 80 bpm .I decided to find out both my current target heart rate as well as my goal target heart rate . I range in the 60%, which makes my target heart rate 120.6 beats per minute. My goal is to be able to reach 75% up to 90% which will then make my goal range 150.75 - 180.9 bpm. I then decided to calculate my body mass…

SOME LOVE WE CAN NEVER HAVE We live in a world where there had been an old debate of whether love listens to mind or heart. It depends on the person, the motive, the truth in the love. But still sometimes we wonder our minds around every possibility how we can win in love and every time we fall for some angel and act dumb. We are one among the sea of people in this world waiting for their love story to be drafted, edited and get applied in life. Then we spot someone in the crowd and our mind…

right out of my skin. I was as terrified as when someone realizes death is knocking at your door. We were at Disney World what is known as the happiest place on earth. I was not happy instead I was scared. My dad wanted to ride Space Mountain and he wanted me to ride with him. He must’ve thought I wasn’t scared or old enough to ride a roller coaster. I could not believe he thought an 8yr old was old enough to ride the big boy roller coaster. “No,” I snapped. I was obviously scared. My mom and…

“Tell them we are going!” my mother screamed from her room. Our ride was here. We were heading to my favorite place. We go there every Monday in the afternoon around 6:00 p.m. I opened the door to go outside. The sky seemed full of white and gray clouds moving to the south. The mountains were located on the south. The first time one of the church people proposed going to the mountains to pray, not everybody seemed convince. A very different place, yet everyone goes there. The green Ford F-150…

from mistakes I made in my past/ I think that's the first step, right?/ you agree?¨ These lyrics describe how he's has had a hard past and is finally forgiving himself and trying to become a better him. Secondly, the lyrics ¨Ive dug two graves for, us my dear/ Can't pretend I didn't leave you in fear.¨ He is saying that if he gets revenge he will fall too and when says I left you in fear he is referring to how he got arrested and went to prison.Third, of the lyrics “Broken hearts, break bones,…

Pulmonary Atresia is a very serious type of congenital heart condition. There are actually two main characteristics: 1) The pulmonary valve, which allows the blood to flow from the heart to the lungs, is completely blocked. 2) There is a large hole- ventricular septal defect- between the two main pumping chambers in the heart. You see, in a normal heart, the blood passes the pulmonary artery to the lungs to collect oxygen. With people who have pulmonary atresia, the blood can’t pass through…

the puzzle falling into place. It’s like when you find what you think is the love of your life and you go and try to catch up to her and it seems the universe is helping you to walk…

The Acceptance of Life and our Human Heart As a freshman in college, I am composing and reading a variety of essays with many important, creative ideas flowing through my mind everyday. In this case, I was flipping through pages of essays and trying to think of a great synthesis point to write about. Eventually I found three essays that sparked my interest with a creative synthesis idea. In “Joyas Voladores” by Brian Doyle, “My Periodic Table” by Oliver Sacks, and “On Compassion” by Barbara…

Through My Eyes Anita Halas Dedicated: To Shirley Tripp Johnson, A beautiful woman who became my inspiration With all that she does since the loss of her son. Sherry Ann Blevins and Chris ( Precious Angel Tricia Seymour) You two are the glue that holds me together. And to all the Angel Parents out there, My love and hugs to you all. Not Forever The first few years Went by in a blur I can’t remember. As there was no cure. Wanting to sleep, Lying in bed, Take this pain away, Reaching…