Lips
Ears
Mouths
Why do we have them?
Lips to whisper secrets, could we whisper without them? Perhaps that's their purpose. Their reason for creation.
Ears to hear crude words our mothers would never want us to hear? It only seems fitting.
Mouths to yell when we're angry? I don't think I could express myself in any other way.
We are what we choose to be. What we're given, is solely in our hands. It's our job to decipher their purpose to fulfill. It's my job to use this delicate divine creation in the way it's intended to be used.
I'm sure if I asked my mother how she would use her ears, it would be a lot different than the way I would choose to use mine.
Maybe I would choose to listen to the gossip that engulfs the school hallway. Maybe I would use my ears to listen to the silent insecurities that stream out of my mouth. Maybe I would listen to the song that reminds me of him, even though I don't want it to.
The options are limitless, and some better than others. It's my choice, as much as it is yours.
Monday, February 25, 2013
I'm scared, aren't you?
Life's scary. The past especially.
Making mistakes.
The two make an incredibly horrifying combination. Wouldn't you agree?
That is easily what frightens me the most. PAST MISTAKES. I can't take them back, undo them, retract them, redo them, withdraw them, have a sudden change of heart and take it all back. What's done is done and what's said is said. Permanence is a frightening concept.
There's something out there that you've done or said, and no matter what you do, no matter the extents you've gone to right your wrong, it won't be forgotten. It won't be forgotten by you. It won't be forgotten by who you told. It certainly won't be forgotten by who you wronged. It's permanent. That mistake will be forever etched in your memory. Engraved in your soul, or more importantly your heart.
Emotions flood the word mistake.
Regret,
Remorse,
Guilt,
Emptiness,
Hesitation.
It's only human, I mean, how could it be humanly possible to not feel but a few of these things when you've made a life altering mistake?
Because of the unchangeable, there are few things you can do with past mistakes. The most important moral of a mistake is the lesson that accompanies it. Take it, learn from it and don't ever hesitate to incorporate the lesson learned. Ever. Few things hurt more than making the same mistake twice.
That, my friend, is what scares me.
Making mistakes.
The two make an incredibly horrifying combination. Wouldn't you agree?
That is easily what frightens me the most. PAST MISTAKES. I can't take them back, undo them, retract them, redo them, withdraw them, have a sudden change of heart and take it all back. What's done is done and what's said is said. Permanence is a frightening concept.
There's something out there that you've done or said, and no matter what you do, no matter the extents you've gone to right your wrong, it won't be forgotten. It won't be forgotten by you. It won't be forgotten by who you told. It certainly won't be forgotten by who you wronged. It's permanent. That mistake will be forever etched in your memory. Engraved in your soul, or more importantly your heart.
Emotions flood the word mistake.
Regret,
Remorse,
Guilt,
Emptiness,
Hesitation.
It's only human, I mean, how could it be humanly possible to not feel but a few of these things when you've made a life altering mistake?
Because of the unchangeable, there are few things you can do with past mistakes. The most important moral of a mistake is the lesson that accompanies it. Take it, learn from it and don't ever hesitate to incorporate the lesson learned. Ever. Few things hurt more than making the same mistake twice.
That, my friend, is what scares me.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Avoid the 3 W's.
Ah, the human mind.
Filled with so many raw emotions and thoughts.
The mind can lead to your anticipated success or your complete demise.
How do you avoid complete and utter demise, you say? Well.. Avoid the 3 W's.
Worrying
Wrathful
Weeping
I find that these 3 qualities are what hold the keys to life. Having an unbalanced, or balanced, amount of these can lead you to glory or failure. Take Macbeth for example. He longed for the fame and the riches of being king but when his wrathfulness got a hold of his reality, he resorted to murder. He then was worried about a future king. Which led him to his death, which, I think, would have made anyone cry. Because Macbeth took these three W's to their extremes, he was lead to his demise, but ultimately death.
Like all things in life, the 3 W's can be a good thing. Like worrying about your sick mother in a coma. I respect that. Or when you just found out that your brand new car just got broken into, punch someone, show your wrath! I like that. Or your boyfriend, the love of your life, who just ditched you for your better looking friend. Cry your eyes out. Finding the perfect amount of W's will make yourself, and those around you, all the more happy. Take a word of advice... Worry, be mad and cry. Don't do all of them in one day though.
Filled with so many raw emotions and thoughts.
The mind can lead to your anticipated success or your complete demise.
How do you avoid complete and utter demise, you say? Well.. Avoid the 3 W's.
Worrying
Wrathful
Weeping
I find that these 3 qualities are what hold the keys to life. Having an unbalanced, or balanced, amount of these can lead you to glory or failure. Take Macbeth for example. He longed for the fame and the riches of being king but when his wrathfulness got a hold of his reality, he resorted to murder. He then was worried about a future king. Which led him to his death, which, I think, would have made anyone cry. Because Macbeth took these three W's to their extremes, he was lead to his demise, but ultimately death.
Like all things in life, the 3 W's can be a good thing. Like worrying about your sick mother in a coma. I respect that. Or when you just found out that your brand new car just got broken into, punch someone, show your wrath! I like that. Or your boyfriend, the love of your life, who just ditched you for your better looking friend. Cry your eyes out. Finding the perfect amount of W's will make yourself, and those around you, all the more happy. Take a word of advice... Worry, be mad and cry. Don't do all of them in one day though.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Journey into my Thoughts
Elegently graced with your presence.
It's all I can think about.
You and your aroma of a fresh shower.
Do you shower everytime before you come see me?
I'll take that as a compliment.
The way your face lights up when I open the door.
I'm not mistaken here, am I?
We're in love, right?
It's the closest thing yet, I'll take it.
You'd think we'd run out of things to do together.
Wrong.
Lets hop in your car and drive somewhere.
Hey, does your heater work?
It's freezing in here.
Alright, I guess a random blanket in your trunk will do.
You should really fix that.
I don't think you could smile any bigger than you are right now.
I can't stop laughing.
My cheeks hurt now, thanks for that.
The pain, it's tolerable, only because it's caused by you.
It's good pain, I know you wouldn't cause me the bad kind.
Thank Heavens.
Turn off the radio, lets put in a CD.
Do you have that I burnt you from a year ago?
It's already in the CD player?
You listen to it because it reminds you of me?
I think my heart just melted a little bit.
You always hold my hand at the perfect time.
I don't think anyone could ever convince me to let go.
It's getting late, we should probably head home for curfew.
One more stop?
I've never driven up here before.
Wow, the view is breath taking.
I promise if you promise.
Can you hold me a little bit tighter?
I think this is it.
I think this is love.
It's all I can think about.
You and your aroma of a fresh shower.
Do you shower everytime before you come see me?
I'll take that as a compliment.
The way your face lights up when I open the door.
I'm not mistaken here, am I?
We're in love, right?
It's the closest thing yet, I'll take it.
You'd think we'd run out of things to do together.
Wrong.
Lets hop in your car and drive somewhere.
Hey, does your heater work?
It's freezing in here.
Alright, I guess a random blanket in your trunk will do.
You should really fix that.
I don't think you could smile any bigger than you are right now.
I can't stop laughing.
My cheeks hurt now, thanks for that.
The pain, it's tolerable, only because it's caused by you.
It's good pain, I know you wouldn't cause me the bad kind.
Thank Heavens.
Turn off the radio, lets put in a CD.
Do you have that I burnt you from a year ago?
It's already in the CD player?
You listen to it because it reminds you of me?
I think my heart just melted a little bit.
You always hold my hand at the perfect time.
I don't think anyone could ever convince me to let go.
It's getting late, we should probably head home for curfew.
One more stop?
I've never driven up here before.
Wow, the view is breath taking.
I promise if you promise.
Can you hold me a little bit tighter?
I think this is it.
I think this is love.
Read this. You're probably taking things for granted too.
I take things for granted.
Yeah, I admit it.
My mom makes killer sloppy joes, I don't think I ever tell her thanks after I've eaten my helping and my 25 year old brothers helping as well.
My dad always makes sure I'm awake for school. I think I yell at him every time he calls my phone to wake me up. Sorry.
My boyfriend brought me medicine to school the other day when I was sick. I may or may not have harrassed him for grabbing tylenol instead of ibeprofen.
The UPS guy brought me a package I've been waiting ages for just recently. I answered the door and asked him why it took so long. Take note it's like -10 degrees outside.
My cat is senile and sheds and the other day it cuddled up on my neck (annoying) and I threw her off and scorned her for leaving a giant thing of fur on my black shirt.
My car's 20 years old, and it wouldn't start when I was late for school. I got out and kicked it and swore to myself. What a piece of junk.
My phone is essentially brand new and the other day it froze up. I threw it at the wall in hopes that my ridiculous anger would un-freeze it.
I'm pretty sure some people don't even have moms. Especially not moms that make them Texas style sloppy joes. They're delicious. I'll tell her thanks, give her a giant hug and slobbery kiss on the cheek.
I guess some people aren't priveledged enough to have school, let alone a personal alarm clock to wake them up for it. I won't yell next time, I promise.
Single people, I'm sorry you don't have a boyfriend. And you definitely don't have one that will bring you medicine. Sorry baby, I'll make sure not to complain.
UPS guy. There are no words to explain my regret of not voicing my gratitude of your traveling in horrific weather. Next time around, I'll make sure to bring you hot chocolate to the door instead of my attitude.
Kitty... It's almost gross how much you shed. I know you can't help it. I'll snuggle you if you ever come near me again.
Oh my beloved Tahoe. You've seen many places and you're exhausted, I get that. Maybe I won't take you off roading. Perhaps that would fix your problems, thus fixing my own.
Technology is unreliable. Internet is slow. And the human being is naturally impatient. I'll throw you on my bed when the time comes, not the wall.
Yeah, I admit it.
My mom makes killer sloppy joes, I don't think I ever tell her thanks after I've eaten my helping and my 25 year old brothers helping as well.
My dad always makes sure I'm awake for school. I think I yell at him every time he calls my phone to wake me up. Sorry.
My boyfriend brought me medicine to school the other day when I was sick. I may or may not have harrassed him for grabbing tylenol instead of ibeprofen.
The UPS guy brought me a package I've been waiting ages for just recently. I answered the door and asked him why it took so long. Take note it's like -10 degrees outside.
My cat is senile and sheds and the other day it cuddled up on my neck (annoying) and I threw her off and scorned her for leaving a giant thing of fur on my black shirt.
My car's 20 years old, and it wouldn't start when I was late for school. I got out and kicked it and swore to myself. What a piece of junk.
My phone is essentially brand new and the other day it froze up. I threw it at the wall in hopes that my ridiculous anger would un-freeze it.
I'm pretty sure some people don't even have moms. Especially not moms that make them Texas style sloppy joes. They're delicious. I'll tell her thanks, give her a giant hug and slobbery kiss on the cheek.
I guess some people aren't priveledged enough to have school, let alone a personal alarm clock to wake them up for it. I won't yell next time, I promise.
Single people, I'm sorry you don't have a boyfriend. And you definitely don't have one that will bring you medicine. Sorry baby, I'll make sure not to complain.
UPS guy. There are no words to explain my regret of not voicing my gratitude of your traveling in horrific weather. Next time around, I'll make sure to bring you hot chocolate to the door instead of my attitude.
Kitty... It's almost gross how much you shed. I know you can't help it. I'll snuggle you if you ever come near me again.
Oh my beloved Tahoe. You've seen many places and you're exhausted, I get that. Maybe I won't take you off roading. Perhaps that would fix your problems, thus fixing my own.
Technology is unreliable. Internet is slow. And the human being is naturally impatient. I'll throw you on my bed when the time comes, not the wall.
Shhh la la la Love
The trasendent power of love. Even in the greek times, they knew love was inspiring. They had muses dedicated specifically to love. That was over 2000 years ago. Love has always been around, its a human instinct to love. One of the human's strongest compelling emotions, that's why when you've loved and lost... You've really lost.
Few things in life are as inspiring as love. Even in all of it's forms.
Broken love
True love
Funny love
Obsessed love
Lustful love
Absent love
Fake love
Mistaken love
Happy love
Abused love
Desired love
As heart-wrenching as some of those are, everyone would have just like to experience it, at least just once. That's the real truth!
Few things in life are as inspiring as love. Even in all of it's forms.
Broken love
True love
Funny love
Obsessed love
Lustful love
Absent love
Fake love
Mistaken love
Happy love
Abused love
Desired love
As heart-wrenching as some of those are, everyone would have just like to experience it, at least just once. That's the real truth!
Typical
I feel a little weird admitting, that on the inside, I'm just like the stereotypical teenage girl. I won't deny it anymore. I keep telling myself: "I hardly ever feel insecure!" Thats a lie. I lied. I wake up sometimes and wonder what the heck I'm going to do to get myself looking like I belong on this planet again. I compare myself to every blonde girl that passes, constantly. "I don't care, I'm content." I tell myself. I lied again. Don't worry, this is the only time I'll admit I'm not confident.
Trust me,
I'm confident.
Trust me,
I'm confident.
Tick Tock on the Clock
Lifffffffe. What?
Days, weeks, months, years... Decades. Centuries.
That's what life is. Life is time, its measured in time. Time I spent laughing, time I spent crying. The time that I spent lying to my parents and sneaking out in the middle of the night. Time I spent on facebook or twitter. Time I spent getting ready. The time that I spent sleeping in an hour too late. That's what my life is, that's what defines my life. It's what I do with my time. No one cares, unless my time affects them, right?
Being alive, I'm going to spend my TIME doing what I want. It will be the only thing I do to keep myself sane when my time gets dictated by someone else, or something else. If my life will be judged on time, then by all means, I'll use my time wisely. I'm not scared of dying, as long as I spent my life (time) doing what I wanted.
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