Sunday, March 29, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Dear shadow...
Dear shadow,
You follow me step by step through happiness and sorrow.
You see my lowest moments, the ones im in my darkest place, but you also see the most brilliant glimpses of life.
You know my deepest secrets...and I know yours.
You are my enemy at night, and my hero in the light.
I seep through the walls of everlasting failure, hope, and future to succeed to my very best...proving those who wronged me. proving those who gave up on me, and you were there each day by my side.
Dear shadow,
You were there that night my uncle shot himself, and the day I watched my grandma take her last breath. You were there when I got cut from that team, watched those dumb YouTube videos for hours....
when I got my braces off and that dang dentist cut me up with that drill. You were there when I got that job interview, watched my heart get broken, go to that dance party, and oh boy, how you showed me the dance moves. You were there when I took my first steps, and when I will take my last.
You were there when no one else was...when no one else was. You are my shadow.
You follow me step by step through happiness and sorrow.
You see my lowest moments, the ones im in my darkest place, but you also see the most brilliant glimpses of life.
You know my deepest secrets...and I know yours.
You are my enemy at night, and my hero in the light.
I seep through the walls of everlasting failure, hope, and future to succeed to my very best...proving those who wronged me. proving those who gave up on me, and you were there each day by my side.
Dear shadow,
You were there that night my uncle shot himself, and the day I watched my grandma take her last breath. You were there when I got cut from that team, watched those dumb YouTube videos for hours....
when I got my braces off and that dang dentist cut me up with that drill. You were there when I got that job interview, watched my heart get broken, go to that dance party, and oh boy, how you showed me the dance moves. You were there when I took my first steps, and when I will take my last.
You were there when no one else was...when no one else was. You are my shadow.
Monday, March 16, 2015
CIty Lights
The dimness of a blurred window, and the sound of a million papers clashing.
The city is a place of brilliance and opposition, but it's a vision of blur.
The streets are lined with glowing balls of light mixed with the smog of pollution. The people all scatter in their own direction, left, right, straight, but I stand there still as a wall, Still as a brick wall like a shadow in the mist. I am invisible, invisible to the world and in my small moment, everything is moving around me yet I am subtle. The city lights glow around me, and I am in a new dimension. A place of new opportunity and life. A new world, and this world I like to call New York City.
The streets are lined with glowing balls of light mixed with the smog of pollution. The people all scatter in their own direction, left, right, straight, but I stand there still as a wall, Still as a brick wall like a shadow in the mist. I am invisible, invisible to the world and in my small moment, everything is moving around me yet I am subtle. The city lights glow around me, and I am in a new dimension. A place of new opportunity and life. A new world, and this world I like to call New York City.
Dark things
I'm afraid of the black mist suffocating my airway every time I see you. I'm afraid of the secrets you keep, they eat you alive. I'm afraid to see you with her, she will turn you into a squished bug with no way to turn back. I'm afraid to see the world change around me, I don't like change. I am afraid of the smoke I run through, the smoke you chased me through. I am afraid of the future..so much can change in a month, and like I said, change is fear. I am afraid of dark things, I am afraid of dark things, but most of all, I am afraid of not being with you.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
The Maze...
My point is simple,
My point is blunt...
Life is just a maze....Just a maze they say....but it's more than that.
Life is a narrow road with dead ends telling us to turn around even though we came all that way to find emptiness and hurt. We walk the path of trials, sorrow, laughter, hate, and happiness only to find out what life really is, where there is no more dead ends, but a road that leads on forever.
Life is holding your baby girl for the first time.
Life is giving money to the guy sitting on the edge of the street.
Life is experiencing parent hood.
Life is watching war and death.
Life is giving someone a hug.
Life is living, and living is now.
My point is blunt...
Life is just a maze....Just a maze they say....but it's more than that.
Life is a narrow road with dead ends telling us to turn around even though we came all that way to find emptiness and hurt. We walk the path of trials, sorrow, laughter, hate, and happiness only to find out what life really is, where there is no more dead ends, but a road that leads on forever.
Life is holding your baby girl for the first time.
Life is giving money to the guy sitting on the edge of the street.
Life is experiencing parent hood.
Life is watching war and death.
Life is living, and living is now.
Reasons to be happy:)
Living in America...(Say it in the accent)
CHOCOLATE
Living in 2015
Doctors...even though I hate them sometimes
showers
Ruchti's voice
SpongeBob
School dances...as long as they aren't playing party in the USA
Braces
Sleeping in
Weekends
GOD
My dysfunctional family...oh how I love them
friends who care
Teachers...Or I guess you could just say Nelson:)
Movies
Shark Tank
animals
a nice tan
But ultimately...to be happy is to surround yourself with people who make you happy.
CHOCOLATE
Living in 2015
Doctors...even though I hate them sometimes
showers
Ruchti's voice
SpongeBob
School dances...as long as they aren't playing party in the USA
Braces
Sleeping in
Weekends
GOD
My dysfunctional family...oh how I love them
friends who care
Teachers...Or I guess you could just say Nelson:)
Movies
Shark Tank
animals
a nice tan
But ultimately...to be happy is to surround yourself with people who make you happy.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Day by Day
"Hey Tirk!!, since the juniors are taking the ACT Tuesday, we are all going to hang out, maybe get sushi, and go to Lowes!"
Terik: "That sounds so fun! I forget we don't have to come to school...What a relief, but yea, i'll see if I can get work off to come."
It was like any normal day. The sun was shining, classes were going, and the world around us was spinning...He walked away and went to class, as did I....as did I.
I walk pass that same hallway by the gym at lunch, expecting to see him there with a big smile sitting under that same turquoise locker...someone I can vent to, someone who will listen, someone who will simply tell me everything is ok....I wait, I wait...And yet...I'm still waiting.
Terik: "That sounds so fun! I forget we don't have to come to school...What a relief, but yea, i'll see if I can get work off to come."
It was like any normal day. The sun was shining, classes were going, and the world around us was spinning...He walked away and went to class, as did I....as did I.
I walk pass that same hallway by the gym at lunch, expecting to see him there with a big smile sitting under that same turquoise locker...someone I can vent to, someone who will listen, someone who will simply tell me everything is ok....I wait, I wait...And yet...I'm still waiting.
How To be Popular
HoW TO be PopULaR..
First of all, what is POPULAR...it's about that hot cheerleader who dates the quarter back star.....and together they are nominated as prom queen and king...Wait, It's about that one girl who every guy drools over, or the body building boy who can bench 230 pounds without a sweat.....
OK....IM JUST DONE WITH THIS STERIOTYPICAL "POPULAR CRAP"....What about the kids who do good for everyone...who smile to everyone in the hallway, or who go and talk to that person sitting alone in that blank hallway...Why are they not recognized as "POPULAR"...Just because they aren't #1 on a sport's team...Or they didn't get a 25 on their ACT....Why are they looked at as Someone who doesn't matter on the announcements...They are the one's who
1. lift people up,
2. give people a friend,
3. listen to your problems,
4. do acts of service anonymously...
Isn't that what being POPULAR is all about?... Why is the looks, the grades, the achievements, the style everything to people these days...Life is more than fake eyelashes and the iPhone 6...or that brand new BMW you got for your 16th birthday...Your looks, style, and popularity only lasts a few years...but your service to others and actions will last for a lifetime. Remember....one day we will all become old and wrinkly, and we will look back on our lives and wonder what people will remember us by.
First of all, what is POPULAR...it's about that hot cheerleader who dates the quarter back star.....and together they are nominated as prom queen and king...Wait, It's about that one girl who every guy drools over, or the body building boy who can bench 230 pounds without a sweat.....
OK....IM JUST DONE WITH THIS STERIOTYPICAL "POPULAR CRAP"....What about the kids who do good for everyone...who smile to everyone in the hallway, or who go and talk to that person sitting alone in that blank hallway...Why are they not recognized as "POPULAR"...Just because they aren't #1 on a sport's team...Or they didn't get a 25 on their ACT....Why are they looked at as Someone who doesn't matter on the announcements...They are the one's who
1. lift people up,
2. give people a friend,
3. listen to your problems,
4. do acts of service anonymously...
Isn't that what being POPULAR is all about?... Why is the looks, the grades, the achievements, the style everything to people these days...Life is more than fake eyelashes and the iPhone 6...or that brand new BMW you got for your 16th birthday...Your looks, style, and popularity only lasts a few years...but your service to others and actions will last for a lifetime. Remember....one day we will all become old and wrinkly, and we will look back on our lives and wonder what people will remember us by.
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