writerscornerforwriters: So true

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 13:19:56 -0500

writerscornerforwriters:

So true

Procrastinating as we speak…

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 13:17:45 -0500

Procrastinating as we speak…

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Sat, 07 Apr 2012 09:45:36 -0400

Look at these 3 pictures, the on the left is said to be from...

Fri, 18 Nov 2011 20:45:37 -0500

Look at these 3 pictures, the on the left is said to be from Aljazeera, the one on the right from FOX News, and the one in the middle is the original found online… but regardless, this is a good example of how the same picture could be seen in 3 different ways, the media are experts at manipulating how we see things… use your critical thinking before believing everything you see in the news!

KRIT hoe!!!!!

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:00:25 -0500

KRIT hoe!!!!!

Birth and Death are synoynmous.

Sat, 30 Apr 2011 16:12:55 -0400

Within the past year of my life, I’ve noticed how the people around me have begun to evaporate; physically, spiritually, emotionally, psychologically… Something about all of them (that key component that once liked us) no longer lies within them. Their soul’s composition has bee changed; a repositioning of sorts.

One. A friend dies in car accident, his body splattered upon the road that would have led him back his hopes and dreams (his college) that night.

Two. A friend takes a ride with her best friend to this guy’s place “just to pick something up real quick”. There are two guys inside (strangers to her), they stay awhile and her friend goes into another room with one of them. By the time she left the house that day, she’d lost her “best friend” and her dignity. She was raped; a secret she wouldn’t reveal until nine moths later, when her son was born.

Three. A friend loves her dad, though he’s controlling. She learns to like him to tell her what to do, because she knows (at times) she can be naive. In college, she meets a guy and falls in love. She cares for him, gives him money when he needs it, and does everything he wants sexually; anything in order to please her man. But, his needs and demands kept increasing and his aggression seeped through. It was all becoming too much. After some violent arguments and some temporary break-ups & make-ups, it finally came to an end. But, by this time, she was already broken. She had to find someone else to love her, take care of her, show her what to do… She didnt know what else to do. She found him. The same attributes within a different man. Serial monogamy infused with anger. Will the cycle ever end?

Four. She was raised by an emotionless, non-supportive, and strict mother and left behind by a father whom she cant even describe because she never really knew him. Her aunt, who seemed to be the only one who understood her, died when she was nine on her little sister’s third birthday. She went on with life and thought that her life, though it was sad and dreary, was regular existence. So, she dealt with it, she thought. She went to college and she carried her pain and kept quiet and to herself. Until, one day she was asked, “Are you depressed?” She immediately responded, “no!” with a laugh, but over the next week, began to think, “Am I?” as she researched the symptoms. The more she read, the more she began to feel the years of silent tears and thoughts of taking her own life surging to the forefront of her life and mind, taking over everything else; school, work, family relations, sex, romantic relationships… Major depression is what the psychologist called it.

Every part of life and every part of death is change. Maybe this evaporation is merely within my perception, and is far more vast and purposeful than i could ever imagine. Maybe birth and death are the same concepts, yet give the appearance of opposites in our realm of perception. Their attributes are the same and can occur within one’s lifespan without actual physical removal from our perceptions. Maybe links between people are only meant to be temporary and guide us on our patters of change, infinitely.

We all are born and we all die with every change, so what’s the use being afraid of the death that takes us away from our perception?

happy, like rain.

writerscornerforwriters: So true

Procrastinating as we speak…

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Look at these 3 pictures, the on the left is said to be from...

KRIT hoe!!!!!

Birth and Death are synoynmous.