I Logged on to Facebook a few days ago... too many notifications My goodness.. Among them I was tagged in a note from one of my good friends, Windy.Windy posted this super sweet message which I found really encouraging and incredibly sweet. Love you Winds thanks for posting I will now repost :) (I also stole it from her blog :D which btw... is totally awesome )
I have three words for you. I mean each of them. They will change everything for you, I promise: “I love you.” I love you. I always have and I always will. I’m not going to give up on you. Never. I’m going to keep loving you. I’m going to maintain My faith in you. It’s a given. Even if you are faithless, I remain faithful. I’ve got enough faith for both of us, and I will bring you through. Just tell yourself, “Jesus loves me,” because I do.—In the good times, the bad times, at all times.
Gary Provost, quoted in Roy Peter Clark’s (terrific) Writing Tools:
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
It’s good advice, of course, but mostly I was impressed by the execution.
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
--E.E. Cummings
-Giggles- Would I sound madly in love and a bit biased if I post another post on this man? The man whom I love like no other and whom I have already posted about.... and I still want to post more :D
Well lucky for me, it's his birthday and there is noo way Im'ma gonna pass on this ooportunity to blog about him :D:D
So here's to Chris....
May all your dreams come true
and that sparkle stay in your eye
May you always remember I love you
here's to you, my only guy :)
May the Lord bless you even more
and your life be full of joy!
And that smile you always wore
never wear out of your face my dear boy!
But over all, may your love for him grow
and with each day that passes by
Through the high times ... and the low
May you never give up, and always give it another try.
..... well that was that .... a midnight/last moment composition :)
And may you always remeber, I love you!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
This is a prayer from me to my most beloved in the universe. After a few issues I had with some people at an event I found out I needed some attitude adjustment and I just can't do that by myself.... so I wrote this, from my heart to his!
I saw this vid while being bored and browsing... I loved it!! you have to see it :)
It speaks for itself.... Love, loved, loved it! :):)
Here's what:
Instead of mom, she’s going to call me “point b”
Because that way she knows that no matter what happens, A
t least she can always find her way to me.
& i’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands
so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say
“oh, i know that like the back of my hand.”
she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face,
wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach,
but getting the wind knocked out of you is
the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
there is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry,
so the first time she realizes that wonder woman isn’t coming,
i’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself.
because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers
your hands will always be to small to catch all the pain you want to heal,
believe me, i’ve tried.
& “baby,” i’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, i know that trick,
you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back
to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire
to see if you can save him or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place
to see if you can change him.”
but i know that she will anyway
so instead i’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate & rain boats nearby
because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix
but that’s what the rain boots are for
because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
i want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat,
to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind.
because that’s how my mom taught me,
that they’ll be days like this,
“they’ll be day’s like this my momma said.”
when you open your hands to catch
& end up with only blisters & bruises,
when you step out of the phone booth & try to fly
& the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape,
when your boots will fill with rain & you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment
& those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,”
because there is nothing more beautiful than the way
the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline
no matter how many times it’s sent away.
you will put the “wind” in win some lose some,
you will put the “star” in starting over & over.
no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute
be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
& yes, on a scale of one to over-trusting i am pretty fucking naive but i want her to know
that this world is made out of sugar.
it can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out & taste it.
“baby,” i’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier
but your papa is a warrior & you are the girl with small hands
& big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
remember that good things come in threes
& so do bad things & always apologize when you’ve done something wrong
but don’t ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing
& when they finally hand you heartbreak,
slip hatred & war under your doorstep
& hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism & defeat,
you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
You may not be her first, her last, or her only.
She loved before she may love again.
But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect, you aren't either,
and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of
her that she knows you can break-- her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze
and don't expect more than she can give.
Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad,
and miss her when she's not there. -Bob Marley.
I find it hard to reconcile,
My mind to the fact that just a smile,
A kind word said to edify,
A song to still an infant’s cry,
A task that can seem so very small,
Something you’d rather not do at all,
Obedience to the will of the King,
Some joy that a little note brings,
Or a hug, a kiss, and sweet affection,
Can help us see past imperfections,
So it’s true that we should use love more,
And as we do, we’ll see it opens a door,
To a better life, like heaven here,
When all together in love we draw near,
To the Master who alone can show us the way,
But He is faithful, if we will pray,
You’ll see it is well worth your while,
And in others will oft’ be reflected your smile.
I open my eyes and dreamily gaze out the open window. The wind blows loud and clear and dark clouds form overhead as I walk out the balcony, a smile forms on my face. Lightning crack the sky and my hair goes wild, I let the wind softly caress my face, neck, shoulders, ankles and every inch of exposed skin.
The rain is coming, bringing the essence of life all around me. I look up and close my eyes, to keep the memory of this feeling implanted on my memory. The first raindrops fall softly over me, leaving the sweetest sensation engraved on my skin as loud thunders overwhelm my being and the water falls; slowly at first, like soft kisses on my bare skin, in contrast to the wind, slowly picking up pace.
I feel every drop on my skin, I hear the wind as it softly blows around me, whispering nature's deepest secrets into my ear. Puddles form around my bare feet and I can hear every drop as it touches the ground, lightly splashing on the tiny bodies of water around my feet.
And with a blissful expression, I take in the very breath of life... The smell of rain.
I don't feel like sitting here anymore, all alone in this cold, wet place. I don't want to talk about nonsense and laugh as if it were funny...
I want to dance. Slowly, softly; I want to wrap my arms around you and bury my face on your shoulders. I want to feel your arms tightly wrapped around me as we move slowly to the tune our heartbeats encore.
I don't care if people think it crazy that I want to hold you, just hold you; no words, no dirty thoughts, no awkward feelings. Just you, me and our heartbeats.
I feel like I could spin and twirl around the room, as long as I'm safely in your arms, tightly held close to you.
I want to feel your breath rushing over my neck; I want to hear you whispering... anything and everything that goes through your mind as we stare into each others eyes.
And with the last spin our lips meet, with a passionate embrace we say farewell. Waiting, expecting our next meeting... and with a sigh-- the connection cuts.
Some of you may have read this already, others not but I still appreciate your comments :D
I hate...
I hate not being able to touch you,
being here all alone and talk to myself.
I hate not being with you,
not being able to see your face,
hear your voice,
make you laugh...
I hate knowing you exist but not here,
trying to imagine what you're like.
I hate the different time zones,
and how time is never enough,
to say hello,
send a kiss...
I hate the oceans that tear us apart,
holding on to something I made up.
I hate not talking to you,
feeling anxious when I don't,
being a fool when I do,
not letting you know...
I hate the distance between us,
how I can't hold you in my arms.
I hate feeling useless,
not being able to tell you,
to let you know,
that I love you...
Something really random I thot I should post since I haven't posted anything at all.... enjoi!
Sugar Boat
Where the streams meet the Ocean
and love is more than an emotion
where words turn into actions
'cause of the law of attraction
where the Sugar Boat floats
and you hear the sweetest notes
that is where you'll find me
it is there you'll see me
When the roses bloom at sea
and the scent reminds you of me
when things don't make much sense
the confusion in your head is inmmense
when the Sugar Boat melts in your tea
and you know you found the key
that is when you'll find me
it is then you'll see me
Where the Oceans turn sweet
Ah... the City of golden streets
where the fish can fly
and birds swim... if they try
where the Sugar boat rests
and peace abides in the hummingbird's nests
that is where you'll find me
it is then you'll see me.
Sandy, you have no idea of how much I value our friendship, its' been 10 years that would have really sucked without you there! (Oh how time flies by) I just wanted to say thanks :) for every bit of support you've shown me, for being there for me all this time, for actually trying to understand a maniac like me :P
I love you girly!! You are one of a kind! Keep going for the Lord!
… Did I mention… you loved me enough to adopt me! :P
