Monday, May 16, 2011

Writer's Block

They say when you have writers block, you should start writing down fragments or words that come to your mind or that you cant seem to get out of your head. Here goes:

What does a smile really hold?
Why is it so hard to the people that care about you the most to show it?
Closed off
I want to be closer
When does this all end?
Is all of this worth being a good friend?
Do people always say what they mean/mean what they say?
I do not feel that it is naive to believe that there is still good in all people.

"Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you"
this song is the only thing that understands me right now.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

By Mary Elizabeth Frye

i love poetry. this is a very strong statement and extremely sentimental. hits home.

Monday, March 28, 2011


If shelter shall find its way to my feet, I will not deny it of its purpose. I will allow it in my state of vulnerability to cast its shadows upon me; to see my faults, weaknesses, strengths and forthcoming's. My priorities shall become clearer and others fall to the wayside. Hope allows my tainted heart to find at least a dim glimmer of light tolead my way to a brighter path; even if it shall be unbeaten.