Love

Thursday, June 05, 2008 7:51:00 AM   Mood: Worried    Reading:   


I’m not in love nor have we been acquainted, so I find it hard to find things that would lead me to talk about it. Writing about it is even worse…no inspiration to feed me. By writing this I’m not declaring myself as an atheist to all you believers, no. I am simply stating the difficulty I am faced with when I become compelled to write something about it. Love for some people is not just a feeling, but a religion, which they have to constantly feel if they are to survive. To have never have felt it is considered adultery…to have never have had it, blaspheme. Just as it is followed by others, it is equally criticized by many. Many of which have had their hearts broken, only to have the pieces turned to ash, forcing one to never be able to put ones heart back together again. Left in a world were the only thing left to feel is emptiness followed by a sharp dos of confusion. Confused with the thought that for a feeling that’s suppose to help define your very existence…it can also help lead you to question it. I choose not to be a lover nor a critic…but an observer (though my words may leave question to the strength of my position) I simply lay and wait…waiting in the hopes that someday, I’ll be drown to one side. And hopefully…hopefully that side will be the right one……..peace.

Memories

Friday, May 16, 2008 4:09:00 AM   Mood: Rejuvenated    Listening to:   


Memories are something we as human beings cherish, if they are good ones. If not we wish to discard them as they may also be the source of torment & horror. A memory for me is the only form of time travel that exists, the only thing that allows us to revisit that place we first experienced warm feeling that laughter brings, the first time we run outside in the rain & choose to dance with nature. The first time you had one of your moms famous desserts, the first time you ever tested something that was made for you, to celebrate your life & the love that came alone with it. A memory is like a song that once sang, can never be forgotten. A memory can never be lost, only misplaced or forgotten, staying dormant somewhere in mind...waiting for you to someday make it active. Once in motion a memory causes the world around you to remain still while you take the journey back to that particular place... a place where you took your first step which lead to your second. Or maybe that first step lead to you falling...falling into your mothers arms, an indication that she’s the one woman in your life who will always & truly be their to catch you when you fall. A place where you had your first kiss, only to realise that lips test nothing like strawberries or cherries, they don’t...they test better. A place where you first found love only to lose it, leading you to regret ever knowing such a feeling. Memories...the only thing we can truly say belong to us, why...coz of the feelings attached to them. Two people may have the pleasure of experiencing the same thing, but the emotional feeling in one way or another will always be different. A classic case of being in ones shoes in order for you to understand the true extent of that particular memory. Memories......Who Needs Them!!! Peace.

Hope

Monday, May 12, 2008 5:26:00 AM   Mood: Thoughtful    Currently:   


The mind if left an checked, is like that of a pup. Eager to learn new things but unaware of the danger. This is something we all know for a fact, well...for those of as who choose not to be ignorant. Coz a learning experience is their to act as both a teacher & a reminder. A reminder that for every hope their is a dream attached to it, & just like the their is a lot of darkness in the world, like the stars that shine in the night sky constantly reminds us that even in darkness...their is beauty. Their is always that glimmer of hope that refuse to be consumed by the abyss that is darkness, cutting though the doubt & disappear the anger & defeat to emerge & shade light on a world that almost lost its hope. Peace.

My thoughts

Friday, May 09, 2008 4:02:00 AM   Mood: Sympathetic    Writing:   


Time flows as quickly as a river, sweeping everything in its path…consuming everything that hasn’t taken root. As quickly as it came…it disappears, leaving nothing but questions for which the answers we cannot find. Torn by the damage & the lack of understanding that takes refuge in our minds, we begin to seek answers in the most unlikely places. Coz the obvious seems so unworthy of a chance…& the highly unlikely acts as the source of our salvation. Pause to think & think while you pause, a statement that has the same meaning but chooses to be different in the way it is said. For as 1 can become 2 & 2 become 4, our worlds, if chosen properly will take root as they sow themselves in a fertile mind & begin to grow.Peace.

Life

Tuesday, April 29, 2008 3:43:00 AM   Mood: Sad    Listening to:   


People talk about life beginning an adventure…and the down moments that come alone with it? Well those are the challenges that ever adventure should have in order to provide the screams and the laughter, happiness and the sorry, and the highs and the lows that every good, interesting adventure or in this case story should have. If my life where a story it would probably, be struggle.....a war….or probably just a plan old, good old fashion fight. Again I say probably…why you my ask, well its quit simple…I used it because I’m not really sure…I’m not really sure if the pages of my life are even good enough to be read let alone published or classified into a particular genre of books. To live in a world were your soul is lit with the hopes that humanity may someday think before we act, rather than act before we think, such actions leading to consequences…and consequences lead to regret. I may not know my please, purposes, or reason for being on this earth but I do know this, their comes a time when an author needs to shake off that writers block, write a book that pleases his or herself, then set it free into the world…cause as long as the authors happy…it wont really matter how the rest of the world receives it. Peace.