Poetry? Poetry.
What I love about this poem is that the first three stanzas were scribbled on a piece of paper and stuffed into my bag. I found it nearly a month later, and I thought for a moment then wrote the last two stanzas. I then tucked it away and found it a year later, and chuckled at my giving advice to myself.
This poem is also on my DeviantArt page, and it's just called Untitled. The link to my DA page is always under the tab labelled "Links you might like" at the top of the page.
Moving up while looking down
Smiling face when heart's a frown.
Steady grip; spinning head
Empty laughter, emotions dead.
Falling over, faces high
Lightness shining, dark is nigh.
Parts of mind left buried deep
Depths of soul you're forced to keep
Keeling over in midst of day
Grimly show you're not okay
People pray it's not too late
How will you accept your fate?
Discuss your problems. Face the fear.
Duck the evil! Keep love near.
Follow paths and ride the dreams
See the 'full life' for all it seems
Trust the instinct. Burn your doubt.
Smile and mean it, never pout.
Respect your mom and honour your dad.
Live all the goodness; laugh at the bad.
~Godspede
Friday, January 28
Wednesday, January 26
Visions: Music
So, I'm not a particularly skilled songwriter. I do, however, have a trained enough ear to pick out melodies from music. This sheet just has the vocal line which I tend to copy out first, and then next I copied out the piano line. I like the way the picture turned out, though.
~Godspede
Sunday, January 16
Muses: Lovers
Early today, I got to thinking about my multitude of lovers.
I know what you're thinking: Seriously, chicka, I didn't need to know that. I don't want to hear about your intimate life. But you're thinking of the wrong lover.
I once wrote that we have different kinds of lovers in our life. There are the lustful lovers, the ones who sleep together and don't actually love each other in any way. Then there's the lovers who are still lustful, but also have a lot of love for each other.
Then there's the kind I was thinking about: the kind who just have a lot of love. Those people are who make the world go 'round, don't you think? They are the ones who form, essentially, your safety net. They catch you once you fall, and they tell you some of the things you want to hear but all of the things you need to hear.
In this sense, I have lots of lovers.
I've got my family, which is huge and amazing... it consists of my mom, dad, five brothers, three sister-in-laws, one niece, and one nephew. They all support me extensively, and no matter how nuts they drive me I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I've got my best friend, who puts up constantly with all my nonsense and who has an endless fountain of happiness and support whenever I need it. I'm so glad we discovered each other as friends, because there are times when she is the sole reason I can smile and carry on. And I've got my other friends, the relatively new, exciting kind, where every moment you're discovering something new about each other.
And of course, I've got my Father and His Son, who love me so unconditionally that I can't even begin to explain its depth.
And this? This brings me comfort. 'Cause I, like everyone at some point in their lives, am terribly insecure. There are times when I sit down and feel worthless. At those points, I seek out my lover and I give them a big hug. Because there's nothing more comforting than a hug, right? Hugs remind me that these people, they love me for who I am.
But sometimes these people aren't around for a hug. So I sit there wallowing in my lack of self-worth, until I remember that I've forgotten two very big People. And so I pray. It's usually a short one, something along the lines of Hey God, it's me again. I feel like dirt today, and I've probably done everything wrong in your book. Is it actually possible for you to still love me?
And then I experience something that I can honestly only describe as a Heavenly Hug. It's like that sensation of drinking hot chocolate on a freezing Canadian winter day, where this warmth floods your entire body and makes you smile.
So I got to thinking about my lovers today. Have you ever sat down and thought of them? If you did, I think you'd be surprised. And comforted.
~Godspede
I know what you're thinking: Seriously, chicka, I didn't need to know that. I don't want to hear about your intimate life. But you're thinking of the wrong lover.
I once wrote that we have different kinds of lovers in our life. There are the lustful lovers, the ones who sleep together and don't actually love each other in any way. Then there's the lovers who are still lustful, but also have a lot of love for each other.
Then there's the kind I was thinking about: the kind who just have a lot of love. Those people are who make the world go 'round, don't you think? They are the ones who form, essentially, your safety net. They catch you once you fall, and they tell you some of the things you want to hear but all of the things you need to hear.
In this sense, I have lots of lovers.
I've got my family, which is huge and amazing... it consists of my mom, dad, five brothers, three sister-in-laws, one niece, and one nephew. They all support me extensively, and no matter how nuts they drive me I wouldn't trade them for the world.
I've got my best friend, who puts up constantly with all my nonsense and who has an endless fountain of happiness and support whenever I need it. I'm so glad we discovered each other as friends, because there are times when she is the sole reason I can smile and carry on. And I've got my other friends, the relatively new, exciting kind, where every moment you're discovering something new about each other.
And of course, I've got my Father and His Son, who love me so unconditionally that I can't even begin to explain its depth.
And this? This brings me comfort. 'Cause I, like everyone at some point in their lives, am terribly insecure. There are times when I sit down and feel worthless. At those points, I seek out my lover and I give them a big hug. Because there's nothing more comforting than a hug, right? Hugs remind me that these people, they love me for who I am.
But sometimes these people aren't around for a hug. So I sit there wallowing in my lack of self-worth, until I remember that I've forgotten two very big People. And so I pray. It's usually a short one, something along the lines of Hey God, it's me again. I feel like dirt today, and I've probably done everything wrong in your book. Is it actually possible for you to still love me?
And then I experience something that I can honestly only describe as a Heavenly Hug. It's like that sensation of drinking hot chocolate on a freezing Canadian winter day, where this warmth floods your entire body and makes you smile.
So I got to thinking about my lovers today. Have you ever sat down and thought of them? If you did, I think you'd be surprised. And comforted.
~Godspede
Tuesday, January 4
Muses: Love of a Child
You know that nephew that I keep mentioning? Well, I don't know if I've mentioned before that he has a little sister... but he does. He's four, and she's two. The little dear has formed an attachment to me. I'm not sure when this happened, to be honest, but it's awesome 'cause she's the sort of child who loves to be snuggled and cuddled.
So yes. Today's story, my children, takes place on New Year's Day. I was at my brother and sister-in-law's for a nice family dinner. When I got there with my mom, dad, and two of my other brothers, I was told by my sister-in-law's mother that my niece had been eagerly waiting for me to arrive. Once she saw me, she ran over to me and demanded to be held. For the rest of the evening she wanted to be by my side, playing with her uncles and baby-talking with her Nana, but always making sure I was within eye-shot. When her bed-time came, she refused to let her mom brush her teeth or put on her pyjamas... Aunty had to. And when the time came for her to be tucked in, she didn't want Mommy or Daddy to do it... Aunty had to. So I went upstairs and put her in her crib.
She didn't lie down, like she usually does once you place her in there. She stood instead, holding on to the railing and saying my name in her soft little voice: "Aunty... Aunty...".She's never done this before and I babysit for my brother often, so I knelt in front of her and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"
She looked at me, then threw her arms around my neck, buried her face into my shoulder, and started sobbing. "Aunty, don't leave! Don't go! Stay!"
I was kind of stunned speechless. Having a little, beautiful two-year old cling to you like that, well, it breaks your heart. But I couldn't take her out and indulge her... I was going home soon, and it was way past her bedtime. So I told her that I'd stay there until she fell asleep, and that I loved her lots and lots and that I knew she was sleepy (she had been falling asleep in my arms)... after a lot of that sort of convincing, she lay down on her bed and let me tuck her in, sniffling occasionally but looking incredibly tired.
I felt like such a villain when I shut off the light and left the room. All that my poor little niece knew was that her Aunty wasn't staying with her, and now she was all alone in a little room. She didn't understand something, though; she wasn't old enough to understand the one thing that makes me feel safe enough to fall asleep at night.
All that she knew was that she was alone, but what she didn't realize was that... she wasn't. She never is. Yes, her mommy and daddy were downstairs, but there was Someone upstairs for her, too. Someone that would provide all the comfort and protection she'll ever need in her life.
~Godspede
So yes. Today's story, my children, takes place on New Year's Day. I was at my brother and sister-in-law's for a nice family dinner. When I got there with my mom, dad, and two of my other brothers, I was told by my sister-in-law's mother that my niece had been eagerly waiting for me to arrive. Once she saw me, she ran over to me and demanded to be held. For the rest of the evening she wanted to be by my side, playing with her uncles and baby-talking with her Nana, but always making sure I was within eye-shot. When her bed-time came, she refused to let her mom brush her teeth or put on her pyjamas... Aunty had to. And when the time came for her to be tucked in, she didn't want Mommy or Daddy to do it... Aunty had to. So I went upstairs and put her in her crib.
She didn't lie down, like she usually does once you place her in there. She stood instead, holding on to the railing and saying my name in her soft little voice: "Aunty... Aunty...".She's never done this before and I babysit for my brother often, so I knelt in front of her and asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"
She looked at me, then threw her arms around my neck, buried her face into my shoulder, and started sobbing. "Aunty, don't leave! Don't go! Stay!"
I was kind of stunned speechless. Having a little, beautiful two-year old cling to you like that, well, it breaks your heart. But I couldn't take her out and indulge her... I was going home soon, and it was way past her bedtime. So I told her that I'd stay there until she fell asleep, and that I loved her lots and lots and that I knew she was sleepy (she had been falling asleep in my arms)... after a lot of that sort of convincing, she lay down on her bed and let me tuck her in, sniffling occasionally but looking incredibly tired.
I felt like such a villain when I shut off the light and left the room. All that my poor little niece knew was that her Aunty wasn't staying with her, and now she was all alone in a little room. She didn't understand something, though; she wasn't old enough to understand the one thing that makes me feel safe enough to fall asleep at night.
All that she knew was that she was alone, but what she didn't realize was that... she wasn't. She never is. Yes, her mommy and daddy were downstairs, but there was Someone upstairs for her, too. Someone that would provide all the comfort and protection she'll ever need in her life.
~Godspede
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