A New Beginning |
I lived day by day, Telling myself things will get better. My life I tried to end, 'cause life to me seemed hopeless. A new beginning you gave me, A second chance at life. Dead ends kept following me, No matter how hard I tried. Every time I tried to die That unborn picture came to mind. Seeing you suck your tiny thumb, Seeing you yawn in my sister's womb, Made me realize I need to live. I cried in fear, "What should I do?" That picture came to mind, That picture of you. A new beginning you gave to me, Now you are here. You let me taste the life, The life I tried so hard to end. Now I share my breath with you, And hold dear to the memories we've shared, And will continue sharing in the times ahead. I thank you now for giving me A new beginning - a better life. |
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Trash |
by Alexandra |
You're throwing it away, you're wasting your life. You're too young to know what decisions to make. You're too stupid to know what opportunities to take. You're just a teenager, too rebellious and wild to think. You're on the brink of falling over the edge. Don't take a step too far, be cautious, right now you're on the ledge. I'm just trying to help, so don't raise your voice. It's not your choice anymore. You must do as I say, you can't have it your way. You don't know what you want. You can't have what you hunt. You can't have your own dreams, you have mine. I couldn't live my life to the fullest, so I'm going to make yours the dullest. Don't waste your life or throw it away because you're living it for me, my way. |
LiFe as a teEnager..
Difference |
There is a part of me That feels I am different from everyone else. Something that I can't quite see, Something that I can't quite feel, Something so unreal. But this 'thing' is always there, This 'thing' with others, I will never share. So I push it to the back of my mind, All the thoughts of boys and clothes And make-up, it is hiding behind. Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten, It comes back with such ferocity, Angry and unforgiving. I feel so lost and sad, Whatever caused this feeling Must have been so horrible and bad. A lost memory or something else, I'll never know, Whatever it is, I know for sure, I can never let this feeling show. |
GetTing to know each other..
- i live in this world full of people pretending to be something there not.., but when i'm with you.. I'm the girl i waNna be..
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, . I am me, and I am Okay.”
i am passionate of what i desire, of what i am interested with, i set my on rules and i'm not planning on breaking them or even crossing over that boundaries because of that i can protect myself from all the hurt and agonies, because of that i am what i am today.
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, . I am me, and I am Okay.”
i am passionate of what i desire, of what i am interested with, i set my on rules and i'm not planning on breaking them or even crossing over that boundaries because of that i can protect myself from all the hurt and agonies, because of that i am what i am today.
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