How to: Break Someone's Heart
Step 1:Get to know the person you're dating.
Step 2:Spend every single day with that person. As much time as possible.
Step 3:Have serious conversations with them.
Step 4:Tell them your deepest secrets.
Step 5:Kiss them.
Step 6:Say, "I love you."
Step 7:Smile, just smile and walk away. As if nothing ever happened.
Step 8:Congratulations! You're task is done.
How to: Mend Your Broken Heart
1.Just Cry. Cry it all out.
2.Sleep. Take a break from the world.
3.Listen to happy music only.
4.Pray. Seriously though, do it.
5.Surround yourself with loved ones. Especially your nieces and nephews. They will brighten your day like none other.
5 1/2.Take all the pictures of you and them or any pictures that remind you of them off your phone. Get them developed. (Costco does a really nice job just btw) Once you pick them up, put them somewhere you can't see them but you know where they are. Delete all of those photos on your phone. When you're ready, throw the developed pictures away.
6.Focus on the future. What you have to look forward to.
7.Smile, leave what happened in the past and move forward.
8.Well done, YOU are now done. You are mended.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Jealousy
P.S.
by: Jewel
I wrote those
nice poems only because
the honest ones would
frighten you.
I am beyond jealous of Jewel. This poem is the essence of short and sweet, kind of. I find this poem perfect, especially the title. In a way it's kind of a slap in the face to whoever this was for like: hey, you just got Jeweled.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Tunnels
Just a heads up, this blogpost is entirely religious. I don't usually post about this subject so consider this a risk.
I'm still afraid of the dark.
And maybe it's because I'm afraid of the unknown.
You know, I've reached another tunnel. As thick and as dense of a human's eye all I see is darkness. With every step the fear grows. I can see my future fading farther and farther, I'm starving for something new, reaching. Reaching.
At last I grasp it. I clench it with hands made from dreams and birthday cake wishes. Help is no longer a word. It's a necessity. My vision blurs. Salt fills my eyes until I see a glimpse. I see a hand. I see a light. The bitter salt loses its sting.
And I remember.
I know the man who created the moon.
If you don't know Him, let me show you who He is and what He means to me.
He is patient.
He is kind.
He is loving.
He is my everything.
He is my world.
He is my light.
He knows me. And I know Him.
For a second I pause. Warmth fills my heart to my very soul. A love indescribable overpowers the fear.
I see Him.
I see all His glory.
I praise Him.
He reaches for my hand, we share and embrace.
Instantly, comfort overwhelms me.
He takes away the fear. He adjusts my lens. He sharpens my vision.
He is Jesus Christ.
Now the tunnel brightens.
I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.
I crave the unknown.
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue.
I want it.
The salt returns like sugar, sweet sugar. The only kind of tears that are brought by gratitude, love, and hope.
There will be more tunnels.
Just like this one.
As my journey continues, I hope to never forget this man, for He created the moon and He is my God.
I'm still afraid of the dark.
And maybe it's because I'm afraid of the unknown.
You know, I've reached another tunnel. As thick and as dense of a human's eye all I see is darkness. With every step the fear grows. I can see my future fading farther and farther, I'm starving for something new, reaching. Reaching.
At last I grasp it. I clench it with hands made from dreams and birthday cake wishes. Help is no longer a word. It's a necessity. My vision blurs. Salt fills my eyes until I see a glimpse. I see a hand. I see a light. The bitter salt loses its sting.
And I remember.
I know the man who created the moon.
If you don't know Him, let me show you who He is and what He means to me.
He is patient.
He is kind.
He is loving.
He is my everything.
He is my world.
He is my light.
He knows me. And I know Him.
For a second I pause. Warmth fills my heart to my very soul. A love indescribable overpowers the fear.
I see Him.
I see all His glory.
I praise Him.
He reaches for my hand, we share and embrace.
Instantly, comfort overwhelms me.
He takes away the fear. He adjusts my lens. He sharpens my vision.
He is Jesus Christ.
Now the tunnel brightens.
I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.
I crave the unknown.
I can taste it on the tip of my tongue.
I want it.
The salt returns like sugar, sweet sugar. The only kind of tears that are brought by gratitude, love, and hope.
There will be more tunnels.
Just like this one.
As my journey continues, I hope to never forget this man, for He created the moon and He is my God.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Over the Atlantic
Europe fascinates me.
The cobble stone streets are laced with history.
Multi-colored buildings are the homes and shelter of the people with different word of tongue. Whom everyday place a death wish to their broken lips out of habit. Cigarette smoke fills the air. A smell that will always remind me of this continent and my time here.
When it rains, there's peace. With this peace brings beautiful rivers that ripple against a bridge's walls. Copper covered buildings, sculptures one could only dream of viewing. Detail which makes your brain wince at the sight. The thought of creating it is unbearable.
These are stunning places I never wish to leave, but at some point, it is time to come back to the free soil.
The cobble stone streets are laced with history.
Multi-colored buildings are the homes and shelter of the people with different word of tongue. Whom everyday place a death wish to their broken lips out of habit. Cigarette smoke fills the air. A smell that will always remind me of this continent and my time here.
When it rains, there's peace. With this peace brings beautiful rivers that ripple against a bridge's walls. Copper covered buildings, sculptures one could only dream of viewing. Detail which makes your brain wince at the sight. The thought of creating it is unbearable.
These are stunning places I never wish to leave, but at some point, it is time to come back to the free soil.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
The Difference between my Bones, my Brain, and my Heart
My heart and brain are empty with regret while my bones continue to be full and work wholeheartedly.
My brain isn't as developed as the kids at Harvard. But my bones are stronger than theirs. They have to be...after all I've been through.
My heart screams:
"I'm tired of feeling. I'm tired of pumping your blood around your body."
While my bones tell me:
"I'll carry you through. Rest on me. I'll carry you through."
I rely on my bones.
I rely too much on my bones. And one day they'll crack from exhaustion, and become as hollow as the rest of me. When that day comes, I'll know it is time to lay and rest. For the sake of my bones, I'll have to rest.
I walk through this life, and maybe one day, I'll see this world for all of it's beauty instead of it's insecurities. And maybe one day I'll listen to what my bones plea.
Until then, I continue through this life listening to my head and my heart, my brain and my blood supplier. The two places where I have found happiness, the things I turned to.
But, those things have betrayed me.
And I can feel my trust failing, fading.
My brain isn't as developed as the kids at Harvard. But my bones are stronger than theirs. They have to be...after all I've been through.
My heart screams:
"I'm tired of feeling. I'm tired of pumping your blood around your body."
While my bones tell me:
"I'll carry you through. Rest on me. I'll carry you through."
I rely on my bones.
I rely too much on my bones. And one day they'll crack from exhaustion, and become as hollow as the rest of me. When that day comes, I'll know it is time to lay and rest. For the sake of my bones, I'll have to rest.
I walk through this life, and maybe one day, I'll see this world for all of it's beauty instead of it's insecurities. And maybe one day I'll listen to what my bones plea.
Until then, I continue through this life listening to my head and my heart, my brain and my blood supplier. The two places where I have found happiness, the things I turned to.
But, those things have betrayed me.
And I can feel my trust failing, fading.
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