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Appreciate and beliefThe moon is distant in the sky and a rich shade of yellow. It looks so beautiful, it's easy to forget or take for granted. I wonder how many people would say, "I guess I just assumed it'd always be around. I didn't even think about it often but I miss it now it's no longer there" if the moon disappeared. This is why we should first of all accept that we do take things for granted, people for granted and that in return we will be taken for granted ourselves. But, more importantly, we should remember to be appreciate, especially people we care about when we catch ourselves doing it.
It's 2.40am and I can't seem to sleep. I've been feeling burned out, confused, stressed, worried, busy and all these emotions are draining. Some are even pointless. I love my life so why do I feel these things? Because I forget to believe in myself. It is as simple and as complicated as that. I worry so much yet I wouldn't half as much if I remembered that I am capable of handling undesirable, but some
Hold Onto HopeHe held my hand by the ends of my fingers as we ran through the field of barley
With every kiss we communicated unspoken desires and fears
I was alive staring into his green eyes, feeling this uncontrollable energy
Surge from his head to his hands and through my body
Dad said hed never love me, that I was a fool to waste my time with his type
We define riches and wealth in our different ways, money is not a want in my life
Wants me to marry a man with a stiff upper lip manner and a million dollar manor
A man whod treat me with no more respect than he thought a woman would deserve
My boy just wants me to happy, hes my entity and now my identity
He said, Wait for me and pressed his lips on my tear-stained cheek
He drove into the horizon and out of my life, though not forever
As I dry my eyes and remember to write; Ill keep holding on to hope.
Solace in SpringWinter thoughts make the mind despair, nothing is as it was
The dark wearing on the soul, gravity weighing heavily
Clouding over any clarity your fingertips keep hold to
Long, lonely nights, short days of nothing
Hope seems as fragile as the stripped trees
Things that once seemed great are bare
They shall grow and flourish, just not yet.
Yearning for how it once was; previous summers of beauty and joy
Pain makes time seem longer and speech spoken slower.
It is too easy to hibernate inside, shut everything out
Courage lies within going through the motions and staying true
Let the rain wash away the pain, sit quiet and strong against the storm
Creating a braver, wiser person who is more prepared for less fairer days
Take solace in spring; that the sun will shine down again.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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