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| Form irritability, to a single tear to sadness to resentment(5 seconds worth) to BAM FIS POP WOW BANG HEIGHTS KAPOW TREASURE TROVE WAITING(NOT) EXPANDING LOVE(ALMOST) FEAR(NOW) KAPOW(AGAIN)!
I was given the oppourtunity to bare myself to the elements of another. And it really did not scare me. Tear my chest open and lets play house with my organs. I smiled the entire time(except for twice). To be parallel with you, do I desire much more? No, resounding.
"Maybe we are parallel in everything, and that life is just a treasure trove for us to extract from mutually."
I think that is beautiful.
"I do believe the world is your oyster. But you have to swim deep enough (without fear) to find it." god, let him keep swimming...
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Took a right to the end of the line
Where no one ever goes.
Ended up on a broken train with nobody I know.
But the pain and the (longings) the same.
(Where the dying
Now I’m lost and I’m screaming for help.)
There is an answer to the darkest times.
It’s clear we don’t understand but the last thing on my mind
Is to leave you.
I believe that we’re in this together.
Don’t scream – there are so many roads left.
Relax, take it easy
For there is nothing that we can do.
Relax, take it easy
Blame it on me or blame it on you.
It’s as if I’m scared.
It’s as if I’m terrified.
It’s as if I scared.
It’s as if I’m playing with fire.
Scared.
It’s as if I’m terrified.
Are you scared?
Are we playing with fire?
Mika "Relax, Take it Easy" | | |
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Learning that I still have on training wheels: Sobering
Learning that what I say, stays where I put it: Horrifying
Learning that running away from something sucks when your running in a circle: Devastating
Learning that feelings are not everything: Educational
Learning that doing nothing is often doing alot: Duh
------------Grace Kelly------Mika----Listen = Love--------
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door! | | |
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Pulling back the lid on a tupper-ware container full of unacknowledged thoughts. It doesn't smell bad...just stale. I can live with that. I've repressed for a year. Let things slide, ignored truths, affirmed lies about myself, given into how I am viewed vs. how i am. This... period... ends... now...
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| I have just read the updates from the V.A. Tech shooting and tears will not stop rolling down my face. My heart aches for this situation.
I woke up yesterday to this on the news and didn't even know what to think except that I needed to be praying. My dear friend Monica lives mere minutes from this campus and all I could think was that what if she wasn't ok? What would I do? Where would I go?
No one is removed from this situation. This is every fucking college campus around the country. Every student. Every faculty member. It just didn't happen to be your/my school.
Please keep the students/faculty/familys in your thoughts and prayers today.
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At a hastily arranged service Monday night at Blacksburg Presbyterian Church, the Rev. Susan Verbrugge gazed out at about 150 bowed heads.
“Death has come trundling into our life, a sudden and savage entity laying waste to our hearts and making desolate our minds, We need now the consolation only you can give.”
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We ask your blessings of comfort descend like the dew of Heaven for the families of those whose children shed their blood into the concrete and spring grass of a place they had come to for learning and not for death.
We pray also for those who are injured that they might be healed speedily and in our time. We pray for those who believe in You and we pray for those who do not believe in You. May they all find their way through this avalanche of grief and woe by their own lights and by the strength of their friends and families. Comfort them all and heal them all from the wounds of this terrible day.
We also pray for those students and their friends and families who, though not wounded physically, have been traumatized by this senseless act of carnage on their campus and in their lives. Help them to overcome their fear. Strengthen them to face the Springtime of their lives with a wounded but still intact hope.
Heal O Lord, we also pray, all the parents and protectors of all the children who are sent off to all the schools in all the mornings of our lives. Help them to let their children go to school with a smile and a kiss and not a tug and a tear. We know that the chances of such a bloodbath engulfing them are remote, but like lightning or a sudden storm, we know that the chances for complete safety are an illusion in our wounded world. We truly and sorrowfully know that some storms cannot be weathered. So it is with the storm of murderous evil on this day. We know that we must let them go, but today we do not want to let them go. Today we only want to hold them close. Help us all to live with the terrifying challenge of freedom and fate.
In Exodus 19:4 we read that You took us out of Egypt on eagle's wings. The symbolism of this is lost to many of us who do not know the way of eagles. Those who watch eagles know that they teach their young to fly by pushing them out of their nests built upon high cliffs and then flying close to them as their chicks fall and flap their untested young wings. When their young fall too far, the eagle parents swoop down, catch their young on their pinion feathers, and flip them upward into the sky to save them from the rocks below and to give them another chance to reach the sky. Eagle parents do catch most of their eagle fledglings. We know this because there are still eagles in the sky. Still, we know that they do not—they cannot—catch them all. Nor can we.
Oh dear God, heal us from our grief at the sight of our fallen eagles. Help us, but mostly help them to find a way to believe .
Amen
Prayer by Rabbi Marc Gellman | | |
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