All you need, is always found

I almost forgot about my "past" relationship with poetry. I began writing poetry when my 4th grade teacher's mom, who was a poet herself, came in and taught us the basics and famous poems of our time. I kept a little "harry potter" journal and wrote all sorts of poems in there. One day I took the journal with me to the mall, and left it on a bench to never be seen again.
BUT-> there was a lot saved over those younger years. I used to use "poetry.com" as a common publishing place.

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Ecclesiastes

For everything there is a season,And a time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted
A time to kill, and a time to heal
A time to break down, and a time to build up
A time to weep, and a time to laugh
A time to mourn, and a time to dance
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing
A time to seek, and a time to lose
A time to keep, and a time to throw away
A time to tear, and a time to sew
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak
A time to love, and a time to hate
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I thought that this demonstration of life's emotions in general would be able to find it's way into the memories of every person that reads this prose. For every line there is an example of this 'time' in your own pains and glory. You could feel the sense of sorrow in the first line and a sense of ecstasy and stealth in the second verse which supports the weight of the sorrow itself. If you always look back onto this verse at a time of your own sorrow, it reminds you of that feeling in your chest that you get from absolute bliss, and that it isn't a feeling of the past, but will be a fragment of your own future many more times to come, even if they don't reside in this life time.

peace ( =

Deaf Ear

No direction, I keep flying into muffled clouds. They're cold and selfless, I lift up to float. So I drift upon this lovely little flower, it's silk petals warming me into sleep. In my dreams I howl and scream to forever stay in this world of my petty imagination that drives me wild and suffocates with laughter. I spin every which way as if to avoid waking to this gray selfish mirror of my own obscurity.

I'm a sucker

So I have a folder on my laptop called "cool shit iLike", and basically whenever I find a picture that is worth right clicking and saving, and later to marvel at..I don't hesitate. So here's a glimpse into my collection:

composed of naked bodies

A closeup of bloodcells

A shocking post card I found on postsecret.blogspot.com

A beach in China

A glimpse into how much ego and drugs can destroy a person. How easy it is to become somebody totaly different, in such a short amount of time.

Return of the 3-D Manatee

I apologize ever so deeply for not listening to you, through these days of cold. I fear nothing but letting go of your lips held between my solemn hands, wringing out your evidence into a dirty, filthy sink. Wasting away your wisdom into another thing of my past, would be suicide on my part, forgive me again. I only live and breathe because of your patience, and your beams of light. That light grows inside of this little girl's heart, dimmed again by my selfish repression, forget what I've said, I'm aware of you now.

Mona Mona

Just a quick sharing experience:
If you like to look at different arrays and portrayals of one subject, and an assload of mona lisa's...this site is for you:
Mona Lisa

Close Your Eyes Mother Dear

About a month ago I was going to enter this writing contest at myithtings.com, and it was supposed to be a piece about what I think beauty is, and what it means to me. I began writing about what beauty is in the world and what it meant to be truly beautiful, but after looking around on the website I realized this was built off of "fashion" sort of deal, actually when creating a profile you can upload pictures of new things that you bought and how much money you contributed to the wasting away of humanity and our planet in general. And I quit the writing!
But overall, beauty is something so questionable to me in the first place. Most days I'm confident with my physical state and being, there has been only one day in my life where I didn't want to go to school because of that visual punctuation [and that was when my face got an allergic reaction from some type of face cream and inflated into a red balloon..it was horrible..moving on.] What I later learned was that I can get more things from life, whether it might be a job, or a free soda, is by my looks. I actually think I learned that recently, thus upsetting more than anything and thinking ONCE again that "gaawd this is a man's world!". That's when I let go of my physical form, and form in general! I stopped shaving my armpits, plucking my eyebrows etc. And not to be counterculture, or possibly so, but to also prove to myself that I am extremely comfortable with the formless things within me enough to fly on.
Beauty feels like such an obvious but such a complicated word to define. "There's beauty all around you!", it's very true, but much more different for me than it is for you. I wish that just for one day we can turn the streets into a completely magical world and we can wear costumes and avant-garde-crazed things, and speak in languages and accents we only dreamed of originating from. So I guess that for me, beauty is an imaginary world, that we bring alive in our minds whether it be in nature, fashion, or just people and their essence. Take it in baby, take it in.