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Friday, April 17, 2009
Thinking
About the vast space of the universe... Try and concieve just how big the universe is and then think about your size and your worth in such a gigantic space... thats why they call it space.. its so big.. and empty
Ive got so man things on my mind but I dnt know how to express them.. Im willing to bet that the thoughts in my mind could fill up the vast space of... well... space... thats a lot for one person to hold onto dont you think?
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Just
A touch
A kiss
A look
A hug
I want to know that im needed. I want to know that you cant live without me. I need to know that im not the only one putting my all into this..
Ive felt that before and I took it for granted.. stupid me
and now that I have to fight for every touch im kind of getting the impression that maybe I made a mistake
but maybe should just wait and see where this goes.. Maybe ti will get easier over time
I just want you to notice me
A kiss
A look
A hug
I want to know that im needed. I want to know that you cant live without me. I need to know that im not the only one putting my all into this..
Ive felt that before and I took it for granted.. stupid me
and now that I have to fight for every touch im kind of getting the impression that maybe I made a mistake
but maybe should just wait and see where this goes.. Maybe ti will get easier over time
I just want you to notice me
Losing Control
Where am I?
What am I doing here?
Why am I here?
Whats going on?
I am sitting in a room that I did not choose to be in. I was placed here by the powers at be.. You all kno who they are..The donors...
the ones who "gave you life" and intend to use it against you until you are Dead And Gone.Ya them.
Im here because they layed out a path in front of me that I had to follow.. Like a maze.. If I go the wrong way then I get punished. According to them I have to stay on the "right" path in order to make it in life. Whats going on is that I have decided to make my own path, and they dont know how to stop me. Im at that point where I am ready to make my own desicions... whether they be good ones or not. I want to make all the wrong choices knowing that I made them all on my own. Now if that puts me in a grave then so be it. If it lands me in the trunk of some serial killers truck then that was my "fate". Or even if I end up being some multi-billionare.. I want to have the satisfaction of saying I did it on my own.. with no one elses guide.Now this may seem a bit extreme and I have to admit I am making it something bigger than it really is. But Im just making a point... I ready to fly or fall.. Ive been practicing, I promise... Im ready... Just let me go
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Time
Im so tired of being tired the words
that are coming out of my mouth are
redundant and repetative, constantly
falling on deaf ears. With every passing
day, emerges a new struggle just when
I get over one hurdle, the next one jumps
up and gets in my way.
Time is crushing down on me, too heavy for me to bear all by myself.
But there is
me with this load. No im wrong. I have my Big brothers, they are both looking out
for me, i have Olivia, who makes everyday just that much easier. And I have God, Maybe not your God, but my God
The creater of life, The taker of life.
isnt that all i need?
No... all I need is time..
To fix what is broken
Monday, September 10, 2007
September 11, 2001
I woke up that morning to get ready for school, at the time I was in the third grade. i saw my mom and dad sitting in front of the Tv in the living room. I asked them what was wrong, but they wouldnt tell me. My mom just came to me in tears. and held me. i will never forget that hug.
My mom drove me to school. When I got into class, I could see my teacher was very upset. I asked her what was wrong, but she told me to take my seat. I walked up to her and gave her a hug, and she hugged me back.
After about an hour of school, I got a message that my Father was there to get me early. But instead of waiting for me to go to the office he came up to my classroom and got me. I could tell my Father had been crying, and i had never seen him cry before. When we got in the car, I asked him why I was going home. He told me that the government got the day off. I knew something was wrong
We got to my house and we both went inside and sat on the couch. He turned on the news, and that is when I witnessed the terror of that morning. what I was seeing was a previous shot, the buildings were still standing. I felt bad I looked at my daddy and wondered why he was crying, Its only a few people. Then they showed it collapsing. My mouth flew open.... after a few moments I went to my dad and hugged him. We both cried for hours. he explained to me that in this world people do bad things and sometimes good people have to pay for what the bad ones do...
We spent the remainder of the day watching the replay of the planes hitting the buildings, and of them collapsing. I remember wondering why the hell would they want to replay it over and over. and i realized they were prolly thinking like I was. They couldn't believe it
We will never forget the day our country was robbed of its freedom of life. A day that will go down in the history books as Infamous. That day, of September 11, 2001
My mom drove me to school. When I got into class, I could see my teacher was very upset. I asked her what was wrong, but she told me to take my seat. I walked up to her and gave her a hug, and she hugged me back.
After about an hour of school, I got a message that my Father was there to get me early. But instead of waiting for me to go to the office he came up to my classroom and got me. I could tell my Father had been crying, and i had never seen him cry before. When we got in the car, I asked him why I was going home. He told me that the government got the day off. I knew something was wrong
We got to my house and we both went inside and sat on the couch. He turned on the news, and that is when I witnessed the terror of that morning. what I was seeing was a previous shot, the buildings were still standing. I felt bad I looked at my daddy and wondered why he was crying, Its only a few people. Then they showed it collapsing. My mouth flew open.... after a few moments I went to my dad and hugged him. We both cried for hours. he explained to me that in this world people do bad things and sometimes good people have to pay for what the bad ones do...
We spent the remainder of the day watching the replay of the planes hitting the buildings, and of them collapsing. I remember wondering why the hell would they want to replay it over and over. and i realized they were prolly thinking like I was. They couldn't believe it
We will never forget the day our country was robbed of its freedom of life. A day that will go down in the history books as Infamous. That day, of September 11, 2001
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Skeptical about the bible
I am a christian teenager and I have been having arguement about the bible latley. It seems that nobody can give me logical reason for why people should fallow it. Its a book. That nobody can really tell me where it came from. Why do people put there faith in a book. People said that they belive Jesus died for us on the cross, but where is the proof aside from the words in this book.
I ask people constantly, " If god loves us so much and wants us to be with him in heaven then why does he make it so hard for us to live our lives. like when we pray to him or when people die for no reason." They say that god answers prayers in the form of yes no and wait. Ive got something for that too. If I go up to a carton of milk and pray to it, wont it do the same thing. If my prayer gets answerd then its still milk If it doesnt get answered its still milk. and if I have to wait 2 years for my prayer to get answered its still rotten 2 year old milk. see what Im saying
The bible is a book. only a fool would put all there trust and belief into a book. I would like to be able to trust something I can see and feel and hear. Yes I belive there is some form of god watching over everything, but i do not believe that this plain ordinary book with regular words and regular pages should tell people the rite way to live.
To me it sounds like a childrens story. teaches moral and value. and how to live virtous. grow up to be a better person. but not a guidline as to how to live. The 10 commandments are commen sense. the stories are common sense. and any person with common sense will understand what im talking about .
-Kidd
I ask people constantly, " If god loves us so much and wants us to be with him in heaven then why does he make it so hard for us to live our lives. like when we pray to him or when people die for no reason." They say that god answers prayers in the form of yes no and wait. Ive got something for that too. If I go up to a carton of milk and pray to it, wont it do the same thing. If my prayer gets answerd then its still milk If it doesnt get answered its still milk. and if I have to wait 2 years for my prayer to get answered its still rotten 2 year old milk. see what Im saying
The bible is a book. only a fool would put all there trust and belief into a book. I would like to be able to trust something I can see and feel and hear. Yes I belive there is some form of god watching over everything, but i do not believe that this plain ordinary book with regular words and regular pages should tell people the rite way to live.
To me it sounds like a childrens story. teaches moral and value. and how to live virtous. grow up to be a better person. but not a guidline as to how to live. The 10 commandments are commen sense. the stories are common sense. and any person with common sense will understand what im talking about .
-Kidd
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