Rushing through, only enjoying a

Rushing through, only enjoying a few, until you reach the end..dissatisfied. It sounds a little like life. How often do we rush life?

Have you ever had a

Have you ever had a pack of skittles? Eating quickly through the ones you don't like, waiting to stumble on ones you do?

Just a doodle I did a while ago in someone's sketch book...I probably should get that back huh?

Ghost in the Night

Hunger swept through like a ghost in the night. Slowly, but fatally through the village. The people become skeletons and walk as dead through the streets. Scrounging about, searching for survival. Survival is no where to be found. Nothing goes into the mouths of the young and they become old, weak, and frail; about to fall apart. Once baby-faced children with lives to live are now sickening frames. Rigid and unable to hold onto life. Without a source of life, how can they go on?

Feeling better

Not many posts lately as I have been sick, but I'm feeling a lot better so hopefully I can post more. I haven't really been inspired to write much new stuff lately so this is all things I already wrote. Please let me know what you think, all constructive criticism will be taken in with open arms!

Inspiring Words of The Day

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is courage to continue that counts." -Winston Churchill

The Past or Future?

No one can relive the past.
We can only live today.
And then the days that follow.
Holding onto the past;
Unwanted memories, like a rock,
tied loosely to your ankle
And the waves are watching you drown.

You could untie the rock: free yourself,
But the rock is familiar.
Despite the pain, it gives you comfort.
The choice is to drown in comfort with your past
Or free yourself and live your life to its fullest potential.
To be of the past or the present and the future.
I wonder how many will drown
Before we all untie these knots.



"Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose." -Samuel Johnson

Secondary World: The Imagination

Pictures flash through my mind of a life I have never lived. All the things I've hoped for, feared, and loved appear before me. I accomplish goals and live life; a new and different life from my own. Whose it is, I do not know. It isn't until my feet hit the cold floor, that reality finally hits me, like a car crash in front of my face, just barely missing me. It's then I realize that my imagination has, once again, taken me for a wild ride. Every night I live a life, one secondary to the one I have now. It is so real and vivid; how is it only my imagination?

Our Blindness

We are so blind and completely ignorant to life.
Days go by and we never truly see.
Our eyes are covered by another's hand.
Or maybe we choose not to see on our own.
Intentionally turning out heads, as to not see the horrific truth.
It's not all our fault, no.
The media and other people cover our eyes.
It's like rain, so blinding,
But we still can see parts of the picture.
So why don't we choose to see;
Chose to acknowledge the truth.
We are so afraid of the truth,
That we back ourselves into a corner;
A corner of self-seclusion.
We stare at the wall,
Never to see the truth.


"Liberty is telling people what they do not want to hear." -George Orwell

Moment of Peace

The sun warmed sand parts beneath my feet as I kick it up. The breeze takes my sand and blows it away. I close my eyes, immersing myself in delight of this warm summer day. My body is warm, but cool at the same time; I am in my own world.

With my eyes closed, just hearing the ocean makes me feel a part of it. As my hair whips around my face I see many colors, black, blue, orange, and red, like life flashing before my eyes. And then, after only a moments peace, a shrieking laughter brings me, yet again, to reality.

Listen

Voices.
They fill my head;
They fill yours too.
So loud.
So soft.
Some are screaming for help,
Screaming so loud you cannot hear.
You can still hear the other voices,
But you can't hear the ones that are so loud:
So deafening.
You don't listen;
You really just don't listen!
Listen now:
They need you.
The old ones,
The young ones,
The ones unborn.
So many voices are crying for help.
Things need to change.
They need to get better,
But no one is listening.
Nothing changes.
Nothing gets better.
Will you listen?

Fire of Passion

This passion, this love, grows stronger and wells up inside. Like a fire, becoming completely out of control. No one can stop it. Nothing; not even hatred, persecution, war, hunger, or disease can stop it. This fire burns freely. We want it to burn freely...forever. Never stopping, never slowing down. Just growing; bigger, brighter, and more passionate. If there is anger in our hearts-it becomes love. If there is fear-it becomes love. If there is a burning passion-it is love.


"The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color-oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples..." -The Luxe by Anna Godbersen

A First Kiss

In that instant,
The special moment,
So many things happen.
It's something so different;
His lips gently touching mine.
For that moment,
A second for eternity,
The whole world stops
Just for me.
I'm on a cloud
In this wonderful
And perfect moment.
Then it stops,
But actually keeps on going.
Even though it's over;
The world goes on,
As if it didn't notice.
But I'll remember it:
For the rest of my life.

A Child's Ignorance

 Those deep brown, innocent eyes stare into mine; knowing so little, but being so happy. She is better off than most of the world. She knows no pain or fear, no hurt of any significance; just the love her parents have shown her. That love, the bliss she finds playing in cool water, and the occasional, terrible occurance of having to take a nap is the world she knows.
    The excellence of ignorance. She knows nothing of what her future holds for her. In her mind there is probably an extremely handsome prince with a white steed and a glorious castle in the future. No images of war, poverty, or famine destruct her mind; just the wonderful life ahead of her. As I sit there, I try to imagine that innocence. I try to take it as my own, but then I realize it won't come. I will never get it back again.

Submitted to NextStepU Shout Out Writing Contest

Live

Wish.
Time you can cherish,
but hoping it will stay,
makes it all run away.

Dream.
Make your thoughts gleam,
it's your future;
who will you be?

Grow.
Don't remain so low;
be who you want to be,
strive for more.

Love.
Find hope from above,
try to touch each of them;
in your own special way.

Submitted to writing contest for poetry (poeticalpower.com)

I Hope This Makes Your Day Too



Yes, these are gnomes standing on the ledge of a building...



The Wanderer

Where is he going?  Where has he been? Stuck between yesterday and tomorrow; most of us would call it today, but not him.  Nothing is permanent so how can the days be?  Always moving, never going to the same place twice.  Well, maybe the same place, but how can one really say a place is the same?  The buildings may be the same, unchanging for years, but everything else, everyone else, mostly, is moving.  No one can remain for long.  Things are always changing.  People changing how they look and who they are.  Maybe not moving from place to place, but changing by moving through their life.  Everyone is a wanderer.



More Writing...

These are some of my older works...

Something beautiful is beauteous in its moment.  The moment itself may last forever, however, tragically that beauty sometimes dies.  This is as a flower-beautiful until its peak of beauty; following that it withers and dies.  It passes out of this world in the same fashion it entered.  In the long-term, over the course of our lives, we are the same, but short term, over years, we are often the opposite.  This is seen as we grow and flourish in our beauty as we are bettered by our situations and molded by time.


Physical expressions, set to mean specific things.  I wonder what would happen if things were switched around.  A smile meaning one has reached the utmost point of anger.  A folding of arms showing a parents' feeling of pride toward their child.  The person tapping the across the room must be bored to death.  Another, over there, the one sitting as stiff as a statue, he must be anxious about something.  Those people running quickly must not have any plans for today; no where to be.  What if we have been doing things wrong all along?  Nod if you disagree.


And a little something new...

Open your eyes.  The lights are blinding.  Close your eyes.  The people are loud.  Open your eyes.  They are in your face.  Close your eyes.  It's dark and your thinking.  You just started the playlist of thoughts.  No one is there its just you and your thoughts.  So many and so overwhelming it's like all those people in that room you left in real time, but now its no longer the voices of those people yelling at you...it's you.  Your own thoughts are screaming in your face.  Louder and louder as time goes on.  Open your eyes.  Everyone is still there, loud as ever.  Only a minute has passed.


So that's all for now....I've been having major "writer's block" for a while now so I'm glad I was finally able to write the last one.  Still not feeling very creative.  I hate not being able to write.... Any suggestions?

Your Baby Girl

When I was born, you held me in your hands and I was your new baby girl.  Since then I've grown and changed.  I am no longer a helpless infant; I am an independent young woman, but I will always be your baby girl.

I will strive to reach my fullest potential. I will go to college and learn things you may not know or would never have been able to teach me, but I will always be your baby girl.  I will experience love and loss. I will feel pain and joy. I may even encounter some of the things you worked so hard to hide me from; I will lose the innocence you fought so hard for me to keep. Even through all of that, I will always be your baby girl.

I will become the person I was meant to become; I will be great and I will impact the lives of many. All that I do will be because of you. I will live my life because you gave me a life to live. I will be great because you taught me how. What I do will impact the lives of many because you showed me how to love. I am who I am because of you. I will always be your baby girl.

Submitted to an essay contest (poeticpower.com)

What A Friend...

"I know I've said this before, but as long as you need me and God hasn't shot me away somewhere, I will be there for you!  I want you to write this on a piece of paper with my cell # on it and even if it's 20 years from now, you can call me... ANYTIME!  Keep that piece of paper with you forever!  I don't care if we haven't talked in 10 years, I'll put aside all grudges and just talk with you!"

How many friends would say this to you?...  :*)

Something hits your nose.  Look!  Something is falling from the sky.  Falling stars, maybe, dropping just for you.  You could catch one and keep it until its light goes out.  But wait!  They aren't falling stars.  No; they are frozen crystals falling.  Beautiful little flakes, falling toward the earth for you to see and admire.  Stare at them, in awe, for a fraction of a second; to see their detail and beauty up close...if only for a moment.  Let it melt, more will fall, but only if you don't forget to admire them in their state of magnificence.

Mother Always Said...

It's so interesting to see as life goes on the things that make more sense.  All the things your mother always told you, that you would "understand when you grow up" or "you'll understand when you have kids" and so on, become real and understood...just like she said they would.  The conversations you hear and the priorities of the people talking seem unimportant as you get older.  You finally understand why not getting the latest toy or going to a certain event truly wasn't as important to your well being as you once thought it was.
It's almost strange to finally be able to step back and say wow I can't believe that would even matter, but when you were that person in that moment...it did matter.  I hope I can be able to even more often take a step back when I am in that situation and say "you know that really won't matter tomorrow or in a few weeks, a few months...even a few years."  I think I'm only beginning to understand...

Did You See It?

Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Blink.  Blink.  Everything's changed.  Did you see it?
Did you see five seconds of your life go by?  It ran real fast and you'll never see it again.
Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Blink.  Blink.  Everything's different.  Did you see it?
Did you see five years of your life run by you?  People came and went, the world changed; everything changed-did you?
Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Blink.  Blink.  Nothing's the same.  Did you see it?
Fifty years flew by; did you see it?  'Cuz you can't get it back now.  It's gone; it's all gone and you cant get it back, can't stop it from leaving...so run with it.
Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Opportunities

So unfocused and focused all at the same time.  Almost like a picture with a raindrop on a leaf.  It is completely in focus while the leaf and the tree, in its entirety, is blurred.  Its presence is recognized, but not pronounced.  Only the raindrop is of great enough importance.  The piano and each key hit that stands out above all other noise.  The conversation in a room full of talkative people.  The aroma of hot cinnamon buns that rises above all other freshly baked goods.  Our senses zone in on that which is familiar, foreign, or necessary for us to pick up on, but all this time we miss everything else: the gigantic willow tree in the rain, the song that could've changed your life, the party thrown for you, and the once in a lifetime visit to a bakery in Paris.  You may come across it again, but will you allow yourself to miss it once more?

Hope is Here Again

"The sun is bright, hope is here again
the morning light capturing you here
and grace appears to bring you back again
open up your eyes, stop and soak it in
and let love win."
-The Museum: Let Love Win

It is so encouraging to have good friends! I have gone a long time without having true friends, but it was only a season and now here I am in the season of friends.  Those who are encouraging and make you feel good about life; it's SO refreshing.  I am blessed with great friends, mentors, and family.  So I drove home feeling wonderful listening to great music and feeling alive.  Watching cute little snowflakes fall onto my windshield and darkness consuming everything beyond the road.  And then I got home and got my car stuck in the snow in my driveway, but you know what? I didn't care; I was too happy to let it bother me-I even laughed at myself, but couldn't stop thinking how great my life is.  Even though things may not always go the way I wish they would, there are things in life that I am grateful for.  I don't think much of anything could put me in a bad mood right now... today is a good day.

So I Now Have a Blog...

I write a lot and I decided this would be something different so I can post my thoughts and stories, etc.  I hope you enjoy reading what I have to say! So for now this is just stuff that I decide I want to talk about or stories that just pop into my head...maybe it will turn into something else someday, but here it goes...