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I am not a counselor, mentor, therapist, psychiatrist, speaker, teacher, or philosopher. I am just a young lady with dreams. The reason for this post mostly serves as a personal reminder, but I decided I want to share my thoughts on this matter with everyone else. So this post will be all over the place. I don’t plan when I write…I write as I go. So you can say this is live from the mind.
I have been thinking…
There are times in our lives where we go through trials and tribulations. Obstacles firmly stand in the way toward our destination. Battles are fought privately in our minds. Those battles can be visible to others or they are private to us. Our worst enemy is ourselves as they say. Fears are chains that weigh us down. Darkness we tend to have can block what potential light can shine through our lives. Negativity can overpower hope. When that happens we believe hope doesn’t exist. We make excuses on when we failed. We make excuses to not keep going. Quitting is very easy.
If we can’t believe in ourselves then…how will we ever reach our dream? We have doubts and second guesses. Our supporters and love ones believe in us, but that will only get us so far. There will be times when there is no one there to help push or to help pull. We have to make our own decisions and during the decision making we have to trust in ourselves…believe in ourselves. I guess it is easier to doubt…than to believe, isn’t it?
My beloved love told me something awhile ago. Been weeks actually since he told me this what I am about to tell you. I never really thought about it until he brought it up. We were saying…well I think I said…”I hope I get to hear from you again.” Or something along that line…he said…”Don’t say hope because when you hope there is a chance for it not coming true, but when you say believe it is definite and it shall come true.” I changed it and said. “I believe I will hear from you soon.” Ah can’t remember it exactly word for word correct me if I am wrong love. But that is what he told me and I have been thinking about this believe and hope thing for awhile.
Even though he said that to me at the same time I still trust hope as well. Instead of always looking for the worst in things…to hope…we can still believe that the impossible good can still happen during tough situations. It is possible for good to happen if we let it happen. If we can just leave the door open for the positive than just letting the negative in and close the door on the light. I know we say at times, it is better to prepare for the worst or not get our hopes up. I guess that it could be better, we are already prepared, but then to me that is a sign of giving up. Taking the easy way, we all will go through painful times in our lives.
Want to always feel depress about a situation seeing there is no way out of the pit of darkness?
Or
Want to at least believe that despite everything good would come from it? Believe that whatever depression or tragedy you are going through is preparing you to become stronger?
At times thinking about these thoughts can be complicated. There will always be sad times or times where we just snap. But even during those times, I know we can get through them. We just have to keep hope alive and believe.
Life: 09/27/08 | Posted By: DaFeather | 11 comments | Personal |
A poem I actually wrote sometime last year. Sorry if this is a bit dark. ^^;;;
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Broken trees…
Bloody leaves…
Grass dying now…
Darken clouds…
Sun burned out…
Plants crying now…
Poison air…
No more rain…
Suffocating…
All Animals…
All humans…
Not existing…
Roaming souls…
Bodies gone…
What are we doing?
Walk around…
With heads down…
The world ending…
Suicide…
Not right way…
For sorrow relieving…
Though its dark…
Light no more…
Hope stopping…
Some may dream…
Some may scheme…
Death is coming…
If no change…
We’ll remain…
Cemetery…
This is inspired by the song One Mic by Nas. It is hip hop…and its explicit, but I really like that song and when I listened to it something…well resulted to this…
~All I need is one pencil...~
All I need is one pencil, one paper, one vision
One word, my soul to convey feelings with precision
Only if I had one thought, one goal and one ideal
One vivid image to feel what I feel
Dark, like a motif of sorrow: intertwined with
Hope, one sentence to dig deep within
Writing adjectives or drawing lines, creating it
Insanity only exist when animated
Being vertical, only fly up to the clouds above
People read it, see it, and have criticism
Family and friends supports and be honest like realism
On both knees I pray, giving thanks for the gift of creating each day
But I know I’m not the best, but I still love doing this
The graphite lead breaks, but that doesn’t stop this pace
Continuing with full force I’m going to finish
Getting lost in my escape I began to wonder how to end this
This is my life preventing me from that death wish
That almost ended all of it and crazy I remain
In this dictionary there is no such thing as being sane
Breath in the air and thinking the next move
In this imagination everything is possible and explored
Dots and lines is made and on the page is poured
Really don’t think you have no creativeness
Never give up ever keeping going at it with all your artistic senses.
All I need is one pencil….
Very old drawing...
Life: 07/23/08 | Posted By: DaFeather | 4 comments | Personal |
It’s funny about the surprises life tend to give
This unexpected gift changed how we now live
At first our past affected our personal view
Once began to share them we both knew
From that day of unraveling stories shared
That we will be close friends that really in truly cared
Never thought I would find someone I could relate to in multiple ways
That ‘never’ doesn’t exist anymore since we talked to each other for days
Then over time my feelings had grew
Despite my effort not to, I still fell in love with you
Didn’t want to say because I was afraid
Didn’t want to lose a best friend I have made
Though no matter what and how much I tried
My love could not find a safe place to hide
And then that night gave me such a fright
Knowing you were there made me feel alright
Then you ask me a question about ‘what if…’
And then that it when life presented me a gift
Asking you the same I was curious to see
And then I found out you are in love with me
So much ran through me at that moment and time
…
I wanted to cry…
Did I?
Happiness exist, but I didn’t take it seriously until I met you
You turn a cloudy dark sky bright sunny blue
And from that moment forth I always knew
That the one good unexpected gift from life is you
~^_^~
This image was drawn by Tommy Bear...
You’re always and forever loved by your feather…
Life: 07/14/08 | Posted By: DaFeather | 2 comments | Personal |
This is what the title says...XD lol There is no plot really or any point to it. XDDD lol But I felt like writing it. ^_^ And it was so fun to me. I would of kept going with it, but I didn't want to...it felt like if I did it would have been dragged out or something, but the ending probably came up to quickly as well so yeah...not the best, but it just made my day. ^_^
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“Hahahahahaha!!!!”
“What’s your problem, Wendell?”
Wendell grabs the broomstick attacking the air. “Take that! And that! And some more of this! Haha!” Inina raises an eyebrow. “This fool has lost his mind…” She whispers getting up from the chair going across the room. “You better not hit me with that broom or else…” Wendell ignores her continuing his fight with the evil imaginary enemy. Inina sighs watching with at him oddly. “You think you can defeat me?!?! Do you know who I am?!?!”
“A nutcase…”
“That’s right Mr. Wendell “Kick Butt” Dawson aka NUTCASE! And now what?!?! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
“He really has lost it…You have been watching too much anime…you need to get help. Some serious professional help.”
Inina picks up the cordless phone. “Hi, Dr. Ichiyoga, my name Inina Dawson…I think my husband is sick or something…”
Wendell jumps on the couch. “I am the prince of all things! Bow down to your master…” He scans the living room and places a sinister smile upon his face. “That is what I’m talking about.” He hops down and holds up the broom in front of him. “Don’t make me go Bruce Lee up in here. WAAATAH! WAAAAAAAAAYAAAA HAAAAAAAAA!”
“Thank you, I truly appreciate the help.”
Inina hangs up the phone and carefully hides behind the wall in the kitchen looking out at her “crazy” husband.
The doorbell rings. “OH CRAP! THE ENEMY HAS ARRIVED!!!!!”
Inina bolts to the door and opens it. “Dr. Ichiyoga?” “Hai…” He bows stepping in. “So where is Mr. Dawson?”
Suddenly the broomstick is less than an inch away from the doctor’s neck. “You…” Wendell’s voice drips with venom. “Step back princess this is between me and him…”
“Um…sir…I’m just here to…WHOA!”
Dr. Ichiyoga ducks down as Wendell attacks him with the broomstick. Inina is furious, beyond ticked really. “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!? ARE YOU ON SOMETHING?” She asks angrily.
Roaring out an incoherent battle cry, Wendell jumps up in the air and lounges the broomstick down on the doctor. Dr. Ichiyoga grabs his sword out of his briefcase slicing the broomstick in two. Wendell steps backwards looking dumbfounded at the split stick. His face changes into a serious deadly expression. “I know you didn’t just do what I think you just did…” He says lowly in a frustrated tone. “I did.” Dr. Ichiyoga answers coldly.
The two begin to fight to the death.
Inina’s eyes widen as far as they could in straight shock and bewilderment. “What in the…”
“Now back to the show!”
Inina wakes up in Wendell’s arms and glances at him. He is sleeping peacefully. She then stares at the television. “I am never watching another anime again.” She turns the television off and goes to bed.
Fiction: 07/09/08 | Posted By: DaFeather | 2 comments |
