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Footprints.I want to be quoted, I want to be seen, I want to be heard.
I want to be believed, to be admired, to be respected, to be understood.
To be contemplated, to be defended, to be thought of; I want to leave something behind.
I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just lik
I am not an objectThere’s something I don’t like about the phrase “rape culture.” It’s not that I think it doesn’t exist or that I want to turn a blind eye to the problem. Rather, I feel like it is a misnomer that breeds confusion and skeptism. Rape culture is not just about rape. In fact, most of the time it is not. It is about objectifying women. Objectifying of women can lead to rape, but more often it appears in the form of little acts of disrespect and harassment that strip a woman of her feeling of humanity.
I think a lot of people don’t realize how much these sorts of dehumanizing experiences can affect
Acceptance.Tone down your expectations, lower the volume of your ego & accept your mediocrity.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
Vida.Life tests you sometimes. It throws you so hard onto the ground, you can't feel anything but pain, taste anything but blood, or see anything clearly because of your teared-up eyes.
Sometimes you hurt so much, real physical pain doesn't come close, strangely it seems like a relief. A pain that lingers, and makes you feel like you are sleepwalking through your nightmare of a life.
Life is the teacher, preacher, the abuser, and the user, but it is you that decides how to deal with it all.
Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want somet
Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?
Many are confused as to the above question. Others are apathetic. What does the Bible really teach on the matter? Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!
Happy I was shoveling the pancake gently off the pan with my spatula when the idea came to me. An automatic response to my ever non-coherent thoughts, though comprehension of my mind had always been impossible. It was merely the need to fill an empty void tucked away into the bottom of my pockets that existed simply for the chance to store away answers. It was always interesting to see what others came up with when I popped that question mark into thin air, even if that question mark never normally made it past their ears.
I glanced to the left, where the little girl sat there, fiddling with her new and improved iPhone -- the latest of the entir
Un oscuro sendero por recorrer..En todo caso había un solo túnel oscuro y solitario: el mio...
-Fragmento de un libro que me hizo llorar...
Mañana lloverá y por ello sigo al sol.
-Fragmento de una canción que disfruto mucho.
Un sombrío túnel sin señales de luz dentro de este, es un camino que toda persona debe recorrer en algún paso de su vida, uno usualmente llega a entrar a este sendero de sombras y penumbra al terminar la infancia por si sola (o al menos se da cuanta cuando termina esta etapa) ya que uno de niño es feliz por la imaginación que produce y le rodea, no es difícil para u
1001 AR Quotes - No.2Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored.
Gun Control is Bullshit. Look What it's doing.A student was suspended for eating a poptart into the shape of a gun:
Really? A "Future" terrorist?
A student was suspended because he had a picture of a gun on his laptop background:
What's going on here?
A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
HOW CAN THEY KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING?
"I just knew he was thinking about a gun."
A 16 year old student is suspended for wrestling a loaded revolver away from a kid who intended to shoot other kids.
Sorry guys, I was wrong, I should have let him shoot your asses, that would have been the right thing to do.
A KINDER-GARDENER WAS SUSPENDED FOR A BUBBLE GUN:
The failure of the Cosmological argumentI haven´t written anything in a while, so I decided to write this both as a mental exercise and because my watchers are probably wondering if I´m still alive :). But it’s also something important I want to give my thoughts on.
We’ve all heard of the cosmological argument, one of, if not the, most common arguments for the existence of a god. For those who don’t know, this is how the argument goes:
1. Every finite and contingent being has a cause.
2. A causal loop cannot exist.
3. A causal chain cannot be of infinite length.
4. Therefore, a First Cause (or something that is not an effect) must exist.
The first problem lies
That Big Blue SkyI sit for many a night to contemplate my right to grasp tight
the knowledge I hold dear to me. I see people tossing their thoughts
at subjects frought with usleness or lack of reason. I thought I
had fought for the same reasons as others studied with me, instead
I feel treason is a leading sting to bring even the greatest of temples down.
Yet here I sit upon my window, doing what feels like nothing to stop the
poison running through my veins travelling to my brain. It drives me
to the brink as my mind begins to shrink and insanity steps into reality.
The depravity I surround myself with to try but justify it's helpful existence.
But even as I sit here with mysteries of secrets swirling and twirling in my mind,
I crack a knowing smile that even as I sit here and try I cannot break the wonder
of that big blue sky....
On a lonely night.As I walk down this walkway of shattered hopes the raindrops slowly drowning me.
I think to myself, "Life isn't that bad." Even though it sounds like a lie.
Sometimes everything just doesn't link up but I move on anyways.
Wondering to myself "Is this luck? Or has God decided to play with me?"
Slowly the rain flows down my face as I join in. Basking in sorrow.
And as I look up to the sky. My thoughts getting louder.
"Is life really worth living? Please show me."
This cloudy, violet sky...A perfect time to think,isn't it? Troubled by daily thoughts. I can't escape from them. Could someone just take me away? Into a world far wi
I love you.There are many ways to show affection for your loved one.Holding hands, hugging, kissing, saying "I love you", protecting, defending, supporting, caring.
There really are many ways to show affection, some show it in a more subtle way, some in a extravagant way. But will our act of affection be received?
Will she know that I love her as much as I say I do? Or are these acts of affection just a daily thing? Have we gotten used to this acts of affection?
Are they as important as they were in the past? But does it matter? She may not receive the full amount of it...but will holding hands help the message?
Does "I love you" have as much meanin
RainIs god crying again? The tears fall down on us... like a rain of sadness, that's what it is, right? Sadness...
How beautiful this is... as the thousands of drops of tears fall on my face, drenching me, drowning me.
Should I add to the tears as well? I'm sure no one would notice... As they drip on my face, roll down my cheek...
Down to my chin... and onto the floor. Isn't this wonderful? This natural miracle that we received.
How nostalgic... like the many nights I've spent looking out the window to see the world crying. I'd think about everything...
Wash it all away... that's what I want... I'll wash it all away with my own rain. Would t
MirrorsWhat do you see, when you look in the mirror? Yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Embrace the image you see for it's what you want to see.
What do others think of you? When you reflect in their eyes...Would it be what you expect? Or just one of the many reflections of yourself.
Mirrors...It's a tool for self-assurance I'd say. We all spend some time looking at ourselves in the mirror...only because it's the only way we can.
With a mirror we can shape ourselves...all for the benefit of the illusion we want. So why do we do it? We fall prey to this reflection of ourself...
Break this mirror that holds us back, it doesn't matter how the w
CherishHow long has it been, since I've first seen you? It felt like an eternity,
If this is how it ends, I'd have no regrets...so I said.
I'll remember all the memories we had, you and I...be it sad or happy, I don't want to forget.
In our little spot, with a bench and a swing...we'd always be there, under the Sun smiling.
Hey, do you remember all this? Why are you saying it's raining? It's a bright sunny day!
I understand how you feel.. through that look on your face, and I know you understand mine.
Is it raining? I'm starting to feel it too, under this grand tree we take shelter under.
I wonder if we'll stay like this, or will we lose each
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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