constantly looking
at everyone I despise,
wishing for their life.
a haiku about social media.
(my sister wrote this.)
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
|Silver and Gold| by City and Color
http://youtu.be/hFVhKwtIPqc
http://youtu.be/hFVhKwtIPqc
Last night I dreamt that they dropped a bomb
Oh the seas ran dry and the winds had calmed
The skyscrapers fell, and crumbled to dust,
And their skeletons of steel were covered in rust
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Colors were drained straight from the sky
And nothing living had survived
Mountains were merely removed from the earth
And silver and gold had lost all its worth
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Oh everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
I woke from the dream in a cold, cold sweat
I was full of doubt and deep regret,
For suddenly it was all so clear to me;
There was nothing left in which to believe
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Oh everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Oh the seas ran dry and the winds had calmed
The skyscrapers fell, and crumbled to dust,
And their skeletons of steel were covered in rust
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Colors were drained straight from the sky
And nothing living had survived
Mountains were merely removed from the earth
And silver and gold had lost all its worth
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Oh everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
I woke from the dream in a cold, cold sweat
I was full of doubt and deep regret,
For suddenly it was all so clear to me;
There was nothing left in which to believe
And everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Oh everything I loved and feared had all at once disappeared
Words To Live By
Seven Dangers of Human Virtue
1. Wealth without work.
2. Pleasure without conscience.
3. Knowledge without ethics.
4.Business without ethics.
5. Science without humanity.
6. Religion without sacrifice.
7. Politics without principles.
-Mahatma Gandhi
1. Wealth without work.
2. Pleasure without conscience.
3. Knowledge without ethics.
4.Business without ethics.
5. Science without humanity.
6. Religion without sacrifice.
7. Politics without principles.
-Mahatma Gandhi
Sunday, September 21, 2014
| Simple Love |
That feeling you get when you when you make someone laugh.
That feeling you get when you read a good book.
That feeling you get when you lie down in your bed after a long day.
That feeling you get when your favorite song comes on.
. . .
All these feelings have one thing in common: love. I know it doesn't seem it,but
this is love in the simplest way. Nothing big enough to talk about.
But also nothing that's too small to be unnoticed.
A simple love.
procrastination
This problem has plagued are generation for centuries. It's what makes school miserable.
The work field seem over bearing. And personal issues left unresolved.
The simple life is what we'd like, but in a society like ours it's impossible. We push the
problems away. Overwhelming thoughts course through our minds leaving us feeling lost.
We shy away from the inevitable.
We can't keep living like this, we hate feeling the guilt
and the stress we face when dealing with it. There's a easy solution to this problem.
Do it now!
I know it's easier said then done, but it's worth it, trust me.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
what keeps me awake
When the busy day ceases that is when my mind is wide awake.
My deepest thoughts come out, leaving me restless.
Questions come up and I am left looking for an answer.
Embarrassing moments haunt my thoughts.
Reminiscing on the past leaves a smile on my lips.
Before I know it my clock reads 5 am. Whats the point in sleeping now?
My deepest thoughts come out, leaving me restless.
Questions come up and I am left looking for an answer.
Embarrassing moments haunt my thoughts.
Reminiscing on the past leaves a smile on my lips.
Before I know it my clock reads 5 am. Whats the point in sleeping now?
Friday, September 12, 2014
Humans
When we first start out in this life, we are like a sheet of paper.
There is always a beauty to life and here it is.
Clean, untouched and new.
We all wish some time in our lives that it could always
be like that, but that's not realistic.
Life gets in the way and ruins that clean piece of paper.
Our self confidence crinkles.
Tears pour from us causing our paper to shrivel and hide.
Societies cruelties fade our paper.
And some relationships pull and tear our delicate paper.
There is always a beauty to life and here it is.
Kindness lifts our spirits making our crinkled paper even out.
Laughter causes our shriveled and hidden side of us to come out.
We become stronger as we live and society's opinions have no affect on us.
Love binds our paper together making it stronger than ever.
. . .
By the end of your life, your piece of paper turns into a work of art.
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