The world continues spinning
She keeps on grinning
Trying to please the world
But never ever winning.
So she packs her bags
As her mother nags
Mom'll never know
That in her mind she lags.
Thinking this will be the end
Though it's not the latest trend
She heads out the door
Because no more can she bend.
A few weeks later still
They don't know she's gone until
They need her to clean and work
Then search for her they will.
Oh yes they can look
But every clue she's took
Only to find her when
They're about to close the book.
Like a flower she did wilt
And her body they will tilt
Only to see every single drop
Of blood she's ever spilt.
In the snow
Where the wind does blow
A burial of honor upon her
They shall bestow.
The family won't grieve
A web of lies they'll weave
Because they say they'll miss her always
Which is against what everyone else does believe.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Leave Out All The Rest
Who am I? What have I done? Who have I helped me? Why am I here? Will I be missed when I'm gone? How did I become who I am today?
Twilight. I've been listening to the soundtrack ALL day. Mostly one song. "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park. It got me thinking:
1. How do people see me?
2. What type of memories will I leave behind when I'm gone?
3. Who am I to me?
4. Does anyone care?
We can't save ourselves. It's not possible. We can't create a public image of ourselves, no matter how hard we try. People will always form their own opinions of you no matter what you do. As much as we'd like to think that we can take care of ourselves and that we are who we say we are, it's not up to us. It's those around us; friends, family, enemies. No one can save us from ourselves.
How do you view yourself? What kind of memories will you leave behind? Will people find reasons to dance on your grave? We can't just forget the wrong people have done. We think it's easy to do when we forgive, but how many of us actually forget the wrong people have done?
Let's say for argument's sake that you could forget all the wrong; Would you? Think about it. WOuldn't you want someone to forget your wrong? It's not jsut the golden rule, it's a matter of being selfless and taking responsibility into your own hands. We can't save ourselves, but we can help others save themselves. Have you ever done anything that you know someone would never forget?
What is the purpose of remembering someone's wrongs? When they're gone, that's all you're remember. The wrongs they did will fill the place where the fun memories used to be. Is that really how you wanna remember your best friend or good co-worker? "Oh, they took the last cup of coffee" or "She stole my boyfriend". Is that what you're going to say at their funeral? Do you want their family to know that you're only lasting memories of their loved one is all the bad they've ever done to you?
It's not a question of who you are, but of how you want to be remembered. I have an icon. It says "I want to be remembered as the girl who could brighten everyone elses day even when she couldn't brighten her own". That's the wy I wanna be remembered. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna be remembered for my wrongs and I highly doubt anyone else does.
*Note: Song of inspiration-"Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park(Twilight Soundtrack)
xoxo
Twilight. I've been listening to the soundtrack ALL day. Mostly one song. "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park. It got me thinking:
1. How do people see me?
2. What type of memories will I leave behind when I'm gone?
3. Who am I to me?
4. Does anyone care?
We can't save ourselves. It's not possible. We can't create a public image of ourselves, no matter how hard we try. People will always form their own opinions of you no matter what you do. As much as we'd like to think that we can take care of ourselves and that we are who we say we are, it's not up to us. It's those around us; friends, family, enemies. No one can save us from ourselves.
How do you view yourself? What kind of memories will you leave behind? Will people find reasons to dance on your grave? We can't just forget the wrong people have done. We think it's easy to do when we forgive, but how many of us actually forget the wrong people have done?
Let's say for argument's sake that you could forget all the wrong; Would you? Think about it. WOuldn't you want someone to forget your wrong? It's not jsut the golden rule, it's a matter of being selfless and taking responsibility into your own hands. We can't save ourselves, but we can help others save themselves. Have you ever done anything that you know someone would never forget?
What is the purpose of remembering someone's wrongs? When they're gone, that's all you're remember. The wrongs they did will fill the place where the fun memories used to be. Is that really how you wanna remember your best friend or good co-worker? "Oh, they took the last cup of coffee" or "She stole my boyfriend". Is that what you're going to say at their funeral? Do you want their family to know that you're only lasting memories of their loved one is all the bad they've ever done to you?
It's not a question of who you are, but of how you want to be remembered. I have an icon. It says "I want to be remembered as the girl who could brighten everyone elses day even when she couldn't brighten her own". That's the wy I wanna be remembered. I don't know about you, but I don't wanna be remembered for my wrongs and I highly doubt anyone else does.
*Note: Song of inspiration-"Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park(Twilight Soundtrack)
xoxo
Sunday, January 18, 2009
A Sunday Revelation
So today was Sunday church, which meant getting up early after a long Saturday, getting ready, and dragging myself into church looking somewhat decent. I realized that as this may take alot of effort, but it was something I needed to do.
After church, we had a luncheon. Let me inform you, I've eaten at probably ONE of these things. Why? Because while everyone else is eating and fellowshipping(is that a word??), I am upstairs doing what I love. Playing the piano. It's a simple pleasure I love to indulge in whenever possible. I have a keyboard at home, but it just doesn't get that sound that the piano does.
While I played, I closed my eyes. I let my fingers talk to the keys and share secrets with the beautiful music the piano seemed to produce. I enjoyed this. My favorite part of playing the piano is just closing my eyes, letting my hands take over the keys, and listening and imagining what the music is trying to tell me. It's gorgeous, really. It's almost as if in your mind's eye, you're fantasizing about life in general, but in notes.
As people, randomly began to enter the sanctuary to gather their belongings, I realized that as they entered the room, I could feel their presence. A few times, I opened my eyes. I noticed that when I opened my eyes, the music was just music, and my hands began to jumble together bad notes that didn't sound good. It became music. Just music and nothing more. I realized that the people noticed this too. I closed my eyes again and corrected myself.
It was as if when people came into the room, the music filled them, and it spread. I was only doing what I loved, but when I began to recieve compliments on my playing, I realized that I'm not just doing what I love. It wasn't that I was there; It was what I was doing. My simple talent, brought joy and at least a slight smile to the faces of all the many people that go out and have worse days and weeks and months than I do. My simple stress reliever, isn't me. It's God.
Over the many times I've pondered that age old question- "Why am I here?"- I finally realized part of the answer. It's not what we do for ourselves, but what we do for others. Our simple little talents that we think nothing of, can mean a WORLD of difference to someone who's just lost their job, or lost a loved one, or even just had a bad day.
So what's the point of this? It's not that we're here, but what we DO while we're here. So brighten someone's day: When it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile! Just a little food for thought. ;)
xoxo, E
After church, we had a luncheon. Let me inform you, I've eaten at probably ONE of these things. Why? Because while everyone else is eating and fellowshipping(is that a word??), I am upstairs doing what I love. Playing the piano. It's a simple pleasure I love to indulge in whenever possible. I have a keyboard at home, but it just doesn't get that sound that the piano does.
While I played, I closed my eyes. I let my fingers talk to the keys and share secrets with the beautiful music the piano seemed to produce. I enjoyed this. My favorite part of playing the piano is just closing my eyes, letting my hands take over the keys, and listening and imagining what the music is trying to tell me. It's gorgeous, really. It's almost as if in your mind's eye, you're fantasizing about life in general, but in notes.
As people, randomly began to enter the sanctuary to gather their belongings, I realized that as they entered the room, I could feel their presence. A few times, I opened my eyes. I noticed that when I opened my eyes, the music was just music, and my hands began to jumble together bad notes that didn't sound good. It became music. Just music and nothing more. I realized that the people noticed this too. I closed my eyes again and corrected myself.
It was as if when people came into the room, the music filled them, and it spread. I was only doing what I loved, but when I began to recieve compliments on my playing, I realized that I'm not just doing what I love. It wasn't that I was there; It was what I was doing. My simple talent, brought joy and at least a slight smile to the faces of all the many people that go out and have worse days and weeks and months than I do. My simple stress reliever, isn't me. It's God.
Over the many times I've pondered that age old question- "Why am I here?"- I finally realized part of the answer. It's not what we do for ourselves, but what we do for others. Our simple little talents that we think nothing of, can mean a WORLD of difference to someone who's just lost their job, or lost a loved one, or even just had a bad day.
So what's the point of this? It's not that we're here, but what we DO while we're here. So brighten someone's day: When it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile! Just a little food for thought. ;)
xoxo, E
Monday, January 5, 2009
Define "Strong"
& so it is that 2009 has hit & everyone is running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to fulfill those New Year's resolutions. Ah yes. You do remember, right? Whether it's losing weight, doing better in life, or just plain making it through the year, we all know it's not easy. Nothing is ever easy anymore. & of course being me, I made a different array of New Year's resolutions that are as follow:
1. Lose all the weight that I gained since last year
2. Keep up with school & up the grades
3. Write more(hence the random blogs & poems lately :)
4. Ditch everything and everyone that's holding me back
5. Let go of one person
There they are. The 5 hardest tasks in my world right now. But through it all I've lost 6 pounds & written 3 poems & sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to follow through with my NY resolutions all year long.
Aside from my NY resolutions, I learned something. I've realized how strong I am. No matter how difficult life is I always make it out of the tunnel. Yes, my hair may not look the greatest & I may need to catch up on sleep, but I make it & that's the important part. The sad thing is, I needed a MAJOR wake up call to figure it out.
Everyone has their opinion of strength and that's what makes us who we are. You never know how strong you are until you hit your breaking point. Some just break, others shatter. But what is strength? The dictionary defines it as: the property of being physically or mentally strong. But some of the synonyms say differently: durable, effective, force, persuasive, forte- just to name a few. The point of this? I'd like to pose a question to you: What's your definition of strong? xoxo, eBay
1. Lose all the weight that I gained since last year
2. Keep up with school & up the grades
3. Write more(hence the random blogs & poems lately :)
4. Ditch everything and everyone that's holding me back
5. Let go of one person
There they are. The 5 hardest tasks in my world right now. But through it all I've lost 6 pounds & written 3 poems & sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to follow through with my NY resolutions all year long.
Aside from my NY resolutions, I learned something. I've realized how strong I am. No matter how difficult life is I always make it out of the tunnel. Yes, my hair may not look the greatest & I may need to catch up on sleep, but I make it & that's the important part. The sad thing is, I needed a MAJOR wake up call to figure it out.
Everyone has their opinion of strength and that's what makes us who we are. You never know how strong you are until you hit your breaking point. Some just break, others shatter. But what is strength? The dictionary defines it as: the property of being physically or mentally strong. But some of the synonyms say differently: durable, effective, force, persuasive, forte- just to name a few. The point of this? I'd like to pose a question to you: What's your definition of strong? xoxo, eBay
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Goodbye 2008
Goodbye to the boys who broke my heart
Goodbye to the drama, no more will start.
Goodbye to the "friends" that I don't need
Goodbye to the blood those we lost did bleed.
Goodbye to fake love I thought was real
Goodbye to wounds that need to heal.
Goodbye to perfection that can't be achieved
Goodbye to all the stupid lies I believed.
Goodbye to sickness that took over me
Goodbye to everyone I wanted to be.
Goodbye to all the haters galore
Goodbye to fighting and to the war.
Goodbye to all the weight I gained
Goodbye to all the times it rained.
Goodbye to global warming and pollution
Goodbye to drugs and cutting being the solution.
Goodbye to all the broken familes
Goodbye to cutting down all the trees.
Goodbye to every sad face
Goodbye to descrimination of race.
Goodbye to all the bad things we've done
Goodbye to everything we never won.
Goodbye to all the jealousy and hate
Goodbye to you, 2008. xoxo, eBay
Goodbye to the drama, no more will start.
Goodbye to the "friends" that I don't need
Goodbye to the blood those we lost did bleed.
Goodbye to fake love I thought was real
Goodbye to wounds that need to heal.
Goodbye to perfection that can't be achieved
Goodbye to all the stupid lies I believed.
Goodbye to sickness that took over me
Goodbye to everyone I wanted to be.
Goodbye to all the haters galore
Goodbye to fighting and to the war.
Goodbye to all the weight I gained
Goodbye to all the times it rained.
Goodbye to global warming and pollution
Goodbye to drugs and cutting being the solution.
Goodbye to all the broken familes
Goodbye to cutting down all the trees.
Goodbye to every sad face
Goodbye to descrimination of race.
Goodbye to all the bad things we've done
Goodbye to everything we never won.
Goodbye to all the jealousy and hate
Goodbye to you, 2008. xoxo, eBay
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)