What if I just got up and walked out of the room.
What if I just left.
What would happen?
What would they do?
I might get a few questionable looks,
But nothing would be done to stop me.
They might ask me why,
But they don't really care.
Why should they?
I wouldn't.
All this is,
The entire purpose of this place,
Is argument
And opinions
And anger
And outrage.
All this brings about
Is stress.
"Your opinion matters,
Unless it's different than ours."
This is why they're angry.
This is what they argue.
But when I try to give my part,
When I try to voice my own,
All I get is a few questionable looks.
And they all sit and mock me.
They sometimes ask me why,
But they don't really care,
Why should they?
I don't.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Deaf ears. Blind eyes. Numb bodies.
Before reading, please play the video located at the end of this post. And read along.
Words of kindness, of affirmation, are fleeting. But words of hatred, of spite and anger, cling to your skin like paint holds fast to a canvas. They dry up and create an image upon your heart. An image of insecurity, of low self worth, of depression and little faith. They drip into your veins and leave streaks of color on your fingertips. And no amount of soap or scrubbing will ever take away the stain. Nothing can remove that pain that is felt when words of fury are flung upon you. Carelessly applied with an overused brush.
The artist is pleased. He knows what he's done to you and he is proud of his work. He brags of his masterpiece that is your broken bleeding heart. He cares not for your sadness, he laughs at your tears, and the spectators only applaud at his jeers.
But you know that there's something inside of you, something even he can't take away. You know there's a part that, come what may, will always stay strong.
Because you're not an empty canvas, waiting to be painted by people's hurtful words.
You're but one page in a book, one piece of a story with an author that knows you better than you know yourself. He knows your wealth and he won't let any artist tell you otherwise. You may have been illustrated one way but it's what you're written as that matters. This author doesn't make mistakes. He doesn't create unnecessary characters. He knows each one of them by name and he is writing out their story, day by day. He is writing out your story, he knows the way that it ends.
He knows the way, and no illustrator, no careless artist, no devil who wishes to see you fail, will stop him from completing your story.
God will complete your story.
He'll chip away the pealing paint and apply his love to your heart. He'll patch what is broken and falling apart. He will take all those words that tore you down, and in their place he'll write out his undying love for you.
He'll remind you of the preface that he wrote years ago when he sent down his son for the whole world to know, that even the perfect, he who never sinned, was treated as a criminal. Worthy of nothing less than death in the most shameful way possible.
And that even he, the very son of God, was painted on by people's words. Slander and curses were splattered upon his skin, but he was not about to let the artist win. Because he knew that the author had a plan. A plan that is more powerful than any spoken word, more permanent than any stain that any paint may produce. A plan that raises up warriors, that brings about writers, who aid in the completion of this wonderful story that is all life.
God is writing our story. He knows how it ends. And all he wants us to do is to choose the right plot. The one that leads to salvation, the one that does not judge a person by the amount of paint on their page, but accepts them for every color they wear. Every scar that they bare is a reminder of what has been done for their story.
This is my story and I am not about to let an artist determine the end.
Words of kindness, of affirmation, are fleeting. But words of hatred, of spite and anger, cling to your skin like paint holds fast to a canvas. They dry up and create an image upon your heart. An image of insecurity, of low self worth, of depression and little faith. They drip into your veins and leave streaks of color on your fingertips. And no amount of soap or scrubbing will ever take away the stain. Nothing can remove that pain that is felt when words of fury are flung upon you. Carelessly applied with an overused brush.
The artist is pleased. He knows what he's done to you and he is proud of his work. He brags of his masterpiece that is your broken bleeding heart. He cares not for your sadness, he laughs at your tears, and the spectators only applaud at his jeers.
But you know that there's something inside of you, something even he can't take away. You know there's a part that, come what may, will always stay strong.
Because you're not an empty canvas, waiting to be painted by people's hurtful words.
You're but one page in a book, one piece of a story with an author that knows you better than you know yourself. He knows your wealth and he won't let any artist tell you otherwise. You may have been illustrated one way but it's what you're written as that matters. This author doesn't make mistakes. He doesn't create unnecessary characters. He knows each one of them by name and he is writing out their story, day by day. He is writing out your story, he knows the way that it ends.
He knows the way, and no illustrator, no careless artist, no devil who wishes to see you fail, will stop him from completing your story.
God will complete your story.
He'll chip away the pealing paint and apply his love to your heart. He'll patch what is broken and falling apart. He will take all those words that tore you down, and in their place he'll write out his undying love for you.
He'll remind you of the preface that he wrote years ago when he sent down his son for the whole world to know, that even the perfect, he who never sinned, was treated as a criminal. Worthy of nothing less than death in the most shameful way possible.
And that even he, the very son of God, was painted on by people's words. Slander and curses were splattered upon his skin, but he was not about to let the artist win. Because he knew that the author had a plan. A plan that is more powerful than any spoken word, more permanent than any stain that any paint may produce. A plan that raises up warriors, that brings about writers, who aid in the completion of this wonderful story that is all life.
God is writing our story. He knows how it ends. And all he wants us to do is to choose the right plot. The one that leads to salvation, the one that does not judge a person by the amount of paint on their page, but accepts them for every color they wear. Every scar that they bare is a reminder of what has been done for their story.
This is my story and I am not about to let an artist determine the end.
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Advice from the dateless
I feel that, in a relationship, the two people should be selfless and always trying to make the other happy. It shouldn't be a struggle though, their presence would be enough at times, but the meaning still remains. One of them shouldn't constantly feel the need to gain attention or acceptance from the other, that should just be constantly given. It should be that even if you haven't seen each other in days or weeks, you can still know how much they care about you and how highly they think of you. A relationship shouldn't be about gaining your own happiness through the other person. It should be about making the other person happy, and through that, being happy yourself.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Hey :)
So, I figured I should put a little "warning" on here in case anyone reads this :) I just want everyone to know that not all the poems I write on here are exactly how I'm feeling! Sometimes I just get a cool idea and I write about it, while other times what I say is what's going on with me at the time. I personally like having a little mystery so I'm not going to specifically say which are which, but just so you all know! Thanks for reading this!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Advice from the Chemist (hahahaha so not.)
Being in Chemistry is like being in a bad relationship. Chemistry is like a mentally abusive boyfriend who makes you feel bad about yourself and makes you believe you're stupid. At times, you think you have him all figure out, and then BAM!! He takes you on a surprise date and you realize that you know absolutely nothing about him. Just like that. You consider breaking up with him all the time, but you can't. You can't because if you were to leave him, you know you'd just come crawling back to him, begging him to take you back. Because without him, you're a failure. Literally. You're too far in. If you had realized how horrid he was earlier, you may have been able to get out in time, before school, uh, I mean, the relationship got too serious. But it's too late now. You'll just have to stick it out until he gets tired of you and leaves.
Chemistry is such a jerk boyfriend. If Taylor Swift were to write a song about him, it would go something like this:
Chemistry is such a jerk boyfriend. If Taylor Swift were to write a song about him, it would go something like this:
I hate you.
Get away.
Now.
And when you Argon, I'm going to party. And I'll take my feelings for you and Barium.
When we were together, we weren't even that cool.
You were Oxygen. I was Potassium. We were just OK.
But now I just hate you.
All science related jokes aside.
Go on.
Git.
Yeah ok, she would probably make it sound a little better than that. But you see where I'm going with this.
Chemistry is a dirt bag. And that's all there is to it.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Confession
Alright. Yes. I have become obsessed with writing poems. And yes. I'm too lazy to make new posts every time so I just keep adding to the same one. So. If you ever read this stuff. This is just a heads up. I'm not neglecting my blog thing. I'm just lazy. So if you wanna read new stuff it's all in the 'Advice from the... meh I just wanna write a poem' post. You're welcome.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Advice from the date-less
Love is a big thing, you need to understand that before you go on reading. Love, for me, is not something you throw around, it's not a game. Love is the most intense feeling you can have toward some one, and it shouldn't be used when talking about 'things'.
When I tell someone I love them, I mean it. If I am ever to say that I love you, you better realize how extremely big of a deal that is! I don't love frivolously, that's just not like me. And to those of you out there reading this, here is my first piece of relationship based advice: Don't treat love like a common feeling, love is rare and powerful. Use it only when you absolutely mean it from the bottom of your heart, and in the fullness of your mind.
Now, on the topic of relationships in the dating form, here is my personal advice that I give to you:
Remember that guys have feeling too! Just because they're better at keeping them hidden, doesn't mean they don't exist.
I obviously have no personal experience when it comes to dating (as you can see from the title of this post) but I do know that it's a big deal. At least it should be. People these days (especially teenagers and younger) treat dating as an excuse to do things with a guy or girl that should be saved until marriage. Dating, or courtship, is meant to help you find the person you'll one day marry. It's not available to you just so you can have someone to make out with or show off to your friends.
..... more to come
The word 'love' is often misused, carelessly overdone. It doesn't mean what it used to. Like the dollar bill, it is slowly losing its value. I don't want to give you a word that is also used to describe one's feelings toward pizza or a trend that will come and go. So no, I don't love you, I just really really like you a whole lot!
When I tell someone I love them, I mean it. If I am ever to say that I love you, you better realize how extremely big of a deal that is! I don't love frivolously, that's just not like me. And to those of you out there reading this, here is my first piece of relationship based advice: Don't treat love like a common feeling, love is rare and powerful. Use it only when you absolutely mean it from the bottom of your heart, and in the fullness of your mind.
Now, on the topic of relationships in the dating form, here is my personal advice that I give to you:
A relationship shouldn't be about gaining your own happiness through the other person. It should be about making the other person happy, and through that, being happy yourself.
Remember that guys have feeling too! Just because they're better at keeping them hidden, doesn't mean they don't exist.
I obviously have no personal experience when it comes to dating (as you can see from the title of this post) but I do know that it's a big deal. At least it should be. People these days (especially teenagers and younger) treat dating as an excuse to do things with a guy or girl that should be saved until marriage. Dating, or courtship, is meant to help you find the person you'll one day marry. It's not available to you just so you can have someone to make out with or show off to your friends.
..... more to come
Advice from the youngest (that's me!)
Hey there, anyone who is reading this :) As you may see from the title and name of this blog site, I am here to give advice. I may not be the smartest, wisest or best advice-giver in my family, but I'm one of the only ones that knows how to make a blog so I have an advantage ;)
Honestly though, I just have so much to offer everyone and so many pieces of advice to give that may save people from heartaches, headaches, and awkward situations.
I can't take full credit for everything I write on here, but I'm not plagiarizing I promise!! I will state in the posts that I write on here where I got the advice or information (i.e. "E= MC ^2" - Albert Einstein). If you feel that I have taken a piece of information from a source and didn't give them any credit, please let me know!! (I haven't needed to do this so far as everything I've put on here is from me. I think...)
So, reader, here is a collection of my thoughts! I mean no offence to you, but I do believe that what I write on here is true. The things written in this blog are not meant to be a guideline to live your life by, they are simply things that will hopefully make your life a little easier :)
Honestly though, I just have so much to offer everyone and so many pieces of advice to give that may save people from heartaches, headaches, and awkward situations.
I can't take full credit for everything I write on here, but I'm not plagiarizing I promise!! I will state in the posts that I write on here where I got the advice or information (i.e. "E= MC ^2" - Albert Einstein). If you feel that I have taken a piece of information from a source and didn't give them any credit, please let me know!! (I haven't needed to do this so far as everything I've put on here is from me. I think...)
So, reader, here is a collection of my thoughts! I mean no offence to you, but I do believe that what I write on here is true. The things written in this blog are not meant to be a guideline to live your life by, they are simply things that will hopefully make your life a little easier :)
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