Sunday, April 14, 2019
Monday, April 8, 2019
Sorry I haven't been updating this...
Hey guys, I am so sorry. I forgot how much I love writing. And I am cleaning out my childhood bedroom and found lots of good stuff- so hopefully Ill be posting that within the next week. but for Now Please understand that I just lost my way for a pinch and I still plan to keep updating the blog. Even if it is only for a spurt of like 2 months every year.
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
A.T.H.E.A.R.T
A Pillar
This not only supports whatever lay on top of it
He or she who may lean on it, will never fall
Eternities may pass and you can always count on it
Arbitrary as it may be, this steady and solid thing remains
Regardless of emotional wishes, it never has only one job
True Love
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
February 5 2013. One Year.
I cried,
I wailed,
I made mistakes.
I was so weak,
I broke.
ONE YEAR LATER
I am becoming stronger,
I am making amends,
My wailing is no longer silent.
My crying is no longer quiet,
I am learning.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Being a Teenager
Teens, YOLO, just do it
Three phrases; one bond
They share a common misunderstanding
Meaning what?
Meaning exactly that,
Teens – only refers to numbers between ages
YOLO – seems to mean do it because you can
Just do it- meaning not to care about the process in which
you decide what you do
They are opposites, yet also synonyms
As ‘teens’ we are often told
“these are the best years of our lives”
And “we should live a little”
So in following the advice of those older then us
We should not care about small things, but what is small?
Beyond the letters of this message lay the most interesting
question
Are these people saying that we should just live ‘YOLO’
Should we only care about doing things, because we can?
I am often told “enjoy being young”
What does that mean?
I cannot keep living in a mixed up society
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Strong
I was strong
Stronger then I had ever been
I had forgotten about it, I had learned.
Or so I thought.
But when it happened again
My wall broke and punched me where it hurt
I couldn't resist
I am sorry,
I thought I was better, but I guess I'm not
Stronger then I had ever been
I had forgotten about it, I had learned.
Or so I thought.
But when it happened again
My wall broke and punched me where it hurt
I couldn't resist
I am sorry,
I thought I was better, but I guess I'm not
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