I let my mind soar and it transports me to magnificent open plains with tall grass that sways in the wind and skies full of wonder,
Vast expanses with no human soul to be spotted for a thousand years,
A not-so-lonely isolation that surrounds.
The splendorous fields dotted with vibrant buds continue into eternity,
Fed by raindrops that quench my thirst.
I throw caution to the wind and am soon reminded why I was grasping it so tightly in the first place.
Skies once full of wonder give way to boundless giants that wander,
This time leaving sharp drops like bullets,
Tearing the silky blades of grass,
The fragile emerald leaves,
And the still blossoming buds.
The storm continues until the b...
Travel the world and back, my darling; I'll always be waiting for you where you began.
No matter the time nor distance, you'll never lose my faith. Even if forever turns into eternity, you'll always be my one. I can't explain this undying devotion other than "for you".
No go, travel the world and back, my darling; I'll be waiting.
Life and Death.
Happiness and Despair.
Wonderful and Terrible.
So often in our lives the lines separating these are out of focus, confused, and hard to determine.
It often becomes the difference between
Breathing and Living,
I Can Stand this and I'm Happy,
This Isn't as Bad and This Is Wonderful.
Why must you always pester me? Every time I speak, you seem to show your ugly face. I don't mean to be rude, but I would rather not see you as much as I have lately. But how do I combat your seemingly never ending omnipresence?
I can never seem to think before I speak. I know I have meaningful things to say but I can't seem to voice my opinions in a way that carries weight. Maybe if I didn't speak as much I wouldn't be tempted to say such asinine things and you would show up less. The problem is that I have too much to say to stay silent.
The only thing I can think to do is make you a deal. If I think before I use my voice, will you show up less?
I had looked at her and only seen the beauty, the sexy, the smarts. What I hadn't seen was the damaged girl who was always hiding beneath the surface. I didn't see the girl whose childhood had broken her beyond repair, the girl who was afraid to let anyone see past her brilliant exterior until the last moment I had known her. She let her guard down and peeled back the mask for me, finally letting me see into her messed up world, her twisted way of thinking. That one moment allowed her to determine if she would ever again allow anyone into her head, and I pulled back. I had finally seen the whole her and I didn't want it. I didn't want the girl who needed to cry on my shoulder. I didn...
He slowly stood, using his last bit of energy to make sure we were at eye level, "Sir, please don't exert yourself, you---".
"Listen son, I'm not going to waste my last breath, I want you to listen carefully to what I say" his words came out as if he had to force himself to speak them. "Morbid curiosity has gotten the best of me."
And just like that, he was gone. His eyes were frozen in a stare that was endlessly searching for answers that could never be shared.
Para no personas en particular,
Esta es mi primero tiempo escribo en Español afuera de escuela. Por favor, excusa mis errores. Estoy intentando a amplio mis horizontes y me comunico con las demás en un idioma que no es mi primero. Espero sera fluente en español en algún punto de mi vida, pero, necesito practicar con altavoz fluente. Me encantaría ser capaz de tengo un compañero de correspondencia que habla fluidez español. ¡Escríbeme!
Won't you stay for a while?
Words are precious, but lately, I've been noticing that people around me seem to talk about nothing in particular, it's all just talk.
Words should be soaked in and savored, words should have a quality that inspires others, motivates them, challenges them.
Recently, I've been reading Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, a book about a society where firemen burn people's houses rather than saving them, where people are afraid to think for themselves. Fahrenheit 451 tells of a world where people have more meaningful relationships with their T.V.'s than they do with their husbands and wives.
While I'm still reading it,...
Dear Whomever it may concern in the legal system,
Love is messy. Above all, love is one of the messiest things we can ever experience. This, I assume, is why you have outlawed it. You feel as though there is no need for it if it is so messy and confusing. You figure that if people don't experience it, there will be less hatred in the world, because hatred stems from passionate feelings.
What you don't realize though, is that without love, humans become broken creatures that are unable to function correctly. Without love and affection, we cannot offer our talents and gifts to the world because no one is there to motivate us to do so. Without love, we are not human.
I'm sorry I can't seem to choose a path. I'm sorry I can't seem to see a future that suits you. When I ponder what will become of you, it overwhelms me, because I feel as though I don't have the strength to provide for you. I don't have the drive or a passion that propels me forward yet. I'm still searching and I hope you can forgive me for that. For the time being, I am working on fixing the things I can, the small things that will matter in the long run.
I can blame them all I want for my mistakes, and say that they created this and destroyed your name. They may have pushed me down the hill, but I'm the only one who can stop myself from crashing.
Why are you waiting?
Look out your window, there's life.
You might just miss it.
Here lies a queen who's throne has been turned to dust. For what cause you may ask? Nothing. more. than lust. Lust for more. Power, that is. And for that cause, her world has returned from dust.
From dust it shall rise, avenging her highness. Even. after. lies. For the country is blind.
And here, lies a princess who mother was struck with disease. Blunt was she with an object that made her, too, deceased. Just before she fell, stricken with grief, a thought, just a bubble, shuffled across. "Mother, what of your throne?"
And that alone fated her. For the princess herself had fallen ill.
Dear Mother Earth,
Why did you let us ruin you? Wasn't there something more you could have done? Before we came, every square inch of your luscious ground teemed with life and unimaginable beauty. Each creature living upon your soil was equal, in the sense that whatever happened to them was exactly what should have. If a bird was swallowed, it was by a larger creature for the sole purpose of survival.
At first, we were like that, too. Or at least we tried...but our potential was inevitable, unstoppable. We have been greedy, and for that, I'm sorry. But I suppose that was all I needed to say. I'm sorry.
Even that is not enough.
Just take a second. Think about how lucky you are to be able to have what you have, where ever you are. Sure there are people who have more than you, but what about the people who have less? Be thankful for the numerous opportunities that come your way everyday, be thankful for all the people who surround you and provide for you. Be thankful for everything you have, because trust me when I say that you take most things for granted. Every last thing you have that you thought was insignificant, someone, somewhere, desperately needs. Simple things like shoes or even water. But you have the power to change even just one person's life during your day to make it a little better, no matt...