Saturday, July 25, 2009

Youth is like pristine glass.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
I read this in a book four times. I tried to memorize it but I could not. I could not believe this. I could not believe that this could possibly be true. Could this possibly be true?
I believe it.
I'm sure most parents mean the best, after all, they are only trying to protect their children, to guard them. But still, they can smudge. There are other parents. Parents who smudge, crack, shatter, who do all of the above. I am not sure why parents do such things. I am not sure why it can't be helped. I am sure only smudges are left on my glass. And yours?

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Apologies mean nothing for years of suffering. Or do they?

Maybe you had just had the most wonderful day at work. OR maybe you had just had the most horrible day at work and you were longing to go home and make yourself a nice, lovely, steaming, hot cup of tea. Either way, you were not expecting this. If you had experienced a lovely day, well, that lovely day just turned into the most crappiet day of your life. If you had experienced a crappy day already, then, your day just got crappier. Either way, you did not expect this to happen to you.
Your thoughts: this only happens to people who ask for it, this only happens to people who wear clothes that are easy to rip off, this only happens, this only happens, this only happens... to other people.
But you were wrong. This happened to you. My dear friend, it pains me at this very moment, to be telling you of such a horrible thing, but I am afraid you must hear me out. First of all, let me remind you of the most important thing: IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT! Do what you need to do, get some help... anything. Anything.
I am deeply sorry to be telling you of such horrors. To be reminding you of thes types of things that may or may not happen to you. My wish is that this will never happen to you and that there will be a day were the people who have commited such horrible things will be punished.
All I must say at this moment, and it may not mean much, is three words. I am sorry.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

My Way

I think we're breaking away. I think you have left me. I mean you're still here....but I can feel you pushing away.
It's going to be hard for me, to function without you by my side. I need your reassuring smile. What am I supposed to do without it?
Do you want to leave me? Did you choose to leave me? Or did someone or something force you? Don't you always have a choice? I don't know how to talk to you anymore. It feels like we never knew each other. Like, we never laughed together.
I'm so sorry things have to be this way. If I had it my way, we could be together for as long as we both wished. But, see there's something wrong with my way. I don't think you want us together, I don't think you ever did.
What was it that pushed us apart? You were growing more status and I was growing less. Face it, you didn't want to be seen with me.
You've been a damn good friend. Thanks, because that's all we'll ever be.

Ps: Sigh. You know when "friends" are leaving you. You can feel it in your gut. You don't laugh the same way. You don't smile the same way. Nothing is the same. So, appreciate the friends you do have. And laugh with them.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Oh shit.

It's the same old stuff. They've been telling you all this shit for so long it goes through on ear and out the other. You've heard it so long that you don't bother to listen. But, then one night someone tempts you with it. Waves it around in your face and your left there speechless. Your trying so very hard to remember. What was I supposed to say? Should I leave? But, then you get yourself on thinking this temptation is too great. You get yourself thinking, it's only once, what the hell? But then, after it's over, you remember all that stuff that they told you. You remember what they told you say and how to act. And you think to yourself: oh shit.
Or maybe it was an accident. You weren't careful enough. Or maybe you took all the precautions but it still managed to get to you. Maybe you were the good ones who was just there at the wrong place at the wrong time. But still, you think to yourself: oh shit.
God bless you! You were the very good one. The one who stayed well away from all that stuff. Not even going to parties because you knew exactly what to expect. You thought, there's enought crap to deal with in life, I don't need to shovel in some more..... Good for you, because you never had to think to yourself: oh shit.

Ps: This post was kind of out there.....

Pps: No, I did not ever experiment with any of this kind of "stuff." Thank God.

Ppps: Don't mess with it. Stay well away. Like I said before, there's enought shit in life, don't shovel more in.

Pppps: Sorry about all the shits.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Which will it be? A scrape or a stab?

My mother and father always tell me you have to be alert, not scared, just alert. But, I believe them. This world is not a place where you can trust anyone. You trust them and they turn on you. Sometimes, it's just a little scrape on your back, other times it's a stab in the back.
You know how sad it is? To tell people this? To tell people the truth? Very sad. Because everywhere you go, you have to constantly be watching out for yourself. Because if you don't, who will? You just got to.

Ps: My apologies. This post was way too short. Next time, I'll try and make it longer. I just have to get ready for the day.

Pps: Thank you my wonderful TWO followers :)

Sunday, June 28, 2009

And then, there's that peace I never once thought about.

We could have met. Somewhere along the line, I could have seen your face. Maybe you were smiling. Maybe you were sad and there were no smiles for me that day. I just want you to consider that possibility. We could have met.
You know there's something that keeps getting into my mind. Something that keeps getting in there and savoring its visit. I keep thinking about peace. I keep thinking about what I never thought about when I did think about peace. I never took it for what it was. Peace is peace. It's not worrying. Something many of us have the luxury of having. But, I bet there's a young girl out there who once had that peace we now currently pocesss and lost it. Lost it to some dirty little man who was selfish and greedy and who only had one thing on his mind. And it certainly wasn't peace.
So when your lying in bed, please think about peace. And thank (whatever the hell you believe in) thank that thing for your peace. And pray for those who do not have it.

Ps: I hope this first post did not overwhelm you. I was just laying on my bed staring at a doll I used to take with me everywhere. I looked at him and my mind just started wondering and then I got onto the topic of peace.

Pps: I'm not trying to leacture you about a certain topic. I'm just a regular human being like you (I hope your somewhat regular or as regular as regular gets) trying to figure things out. And some I just happen to jot down here.