A Change
A change in life
can be good
or it can be difficult
A change in life
may sometimes seem
like taking a step back
perhaps it feels like
reliving a bad dream
or maybe it brings
a feeling of contentment
A change in life
may sometimes seem
like climbing a mountain
perhaps it feels like
your legs are not strong enough
or maybe it makes you feel
like you can do anything
A change in life
is a change that
no matter what
will always make you stronger
Be patient with life
and the changes that it brings
it will challenge you
to be the best that you can be.
and it will always make you stronger.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Growing Up (submitted and written by one of my friends)
How do you tell yourself to grow up when you really don't want to? I want to go back to being that little girl I was. With the perfect family and the perfect life. Now that I'm older, things are getting colder. I lost everything and I'm dying inside. But no one really cares to help me. Sometimes I think about whether or not I'm even supposed to be here. Sometimes life just sucks. I feel like when I was a little girl I had so much going on for me. I had happiness. But now I've pushed happiness away. I tried to be strong...but then I grew up and my happiness is gone. I don't know how, or why, I hate growing up. I just don't want to grow up. --Anonymous
How do you tell yourself to grow up when you really don't want to? I want to go back to being that little girl I was. With the perfect family and the perfect life. Now that I'm older, things are getting colder. I lost everything and I'm dying inside. But no one really cares to help me. Sometimes I think about whether or not I'm even supposed to be here. Sometimes life just sucks. I feel like when I was a little girl I had so much going on for me. I had happiness. But now I've pushed happiness away. I tried to be strong...but then I grew up and my happiness is gone. I don't know how, or why, I hate growing up. I just don't want to grow up. --Anonymous
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Hey, homies! Thank you guys so much for continuing to read my blog and taking time to read the things that come from my heart. It means so much to me. Poetry is a beautiful thing that comes from people's hearts. Poetry is used to communicate the stuff that you wouldn't necessarily be able to communicate in person. The stories and memories that we have can always be put into some form of poetry. So, I encourage you guys to try it. Maybe keep a journal. Anyways, I love y'all, and thanks for reading my blog! I hope you guys continue to read my stories and memories!
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Spark (Life Update)
I have so many memories deep inside my heart. But there is no spark. I need a reminder of what my childhood felt like. I remember the days when my family and I did everything together. But I just remember that I have those memories. I don't remember the actual memories. I need that spark to jump start my mind so that I can remember my childhood. Sure, you can test me and say, "Oh you're joking. You must remember a lot of your memories. What about the time when---". And I'll say, "Oh yah! Haha that was an awesome day!" That's a lie. Guess what. Most of the time I'll be thinking to myself, desperately trying to figure out how to remember that day. I need that spark.
I have so many memories deep inside my heart. But there is no spark. I need a reminder of what my childhood felt like. I remember the days when my family and I did everything together. But I just remember that I have those memories. I don't remember the actual memories. I need that spark to jump start my mind so that I can remember my childhood. Sure, you can test me and say, "Oh you're joking. You must remember a lot of your memories. What about the time when---". And I'll say, "Oh yah! Haha that was an awesome day!" That's a lie. Guess what. Most of the time I'll be thinking to myself, desperately trying to figure out how to remember that day. I need that spark.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
I Am Eleven Years Old (Life Update)
I think I figured it out. My childhood stopped when I was eleven. I was supposed to grow up. I was expected to grow up. I didn't want to. I didn't understand and I didn't want to understand. All I knew is that I wanted everything that had happened to be nonexistent. So now I am still eleven years old. And I want everything to be the way it was before it all happened. I guess my mind doesn't understand that everybody else has grown up. I was left in my own little eleven year old world. Only...there's nothing there...I am eleven years old in an eighteen year old body. My mind shut down and my emotions are like those of a two year old. And that my friend, is why I don't want to grow up. You may laugh when I tell you that I cry when I think about losing my stuffed animals or giving away my toys, but at least we both know why I am like this. If you are twelve or over, then you are older than me.
I think I figured it out. My childhood stopped when I was eleven. I was supposed to grow up. I was expected to grow up. I didn't want to. I didn't understand and I didn't want to understand. All I knew is that I wanted everything that had happened to be nonexistent. So now I am still eleven years old. And I want everything to be the way it was before it all happened. I guess my mind doesn't understand that everybody else has grown up. I was left in my own little eleven year old world. Only...there's nothing there...I am eleven years old in an eighteen year old body. My mind shut down and my emotions are like those of a two year old. And that my friend, is why I don't want to grow up. You may laugh when I tell you that I cry when I think about losing my stuffed animals or giving away my toys, but at least we both know why I am like this. If you are twelve or over, then you are older than me.
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