promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
-christian d. larson
Sep 01, 2008, 01:53PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
“losing vision, lost her sight.
it is a feeling, once thought is manifest;
touch, it’s tangible.
pain is no more real,
unless real is the person to witness strain.
it is truth though,
that once life is shared,
it seeks a being from which sharing comes.
and when sharing does not knock;
to see, to feel,
means all the less.”
“the silence is more than the everything we cannot articulate.
in silence, the unimaginable dream takes flight.”
[my art is words… sharing them makes me uncomfortably vulnerable.]
Apr 24, 2008, 07:37PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
what is beauty? given the proper eyes:
deer strides across the painted lines, from leafy wilderness to concrete madness.
and how they run in pairs; a deer, a doe.
street cleaners washing away the dust, mindlessly flushing away little specs of us.
where does it go? do we really dissolve so fast?
and what a familiar smell that is, home at last.
lonely mess, loss of mind, a spring breeze through the window.
sunlight as your wake up.
mornings mean more, who do you think of first?
you’re always aware of what you don’t have.
it’s a fist fight, bruises taking the shape of puzzle pieces.
they help re-trace your steps.
i’d like to see the curl of your lashes in the morning.
can we have it all? youth gifts us with uncertainty.
—would u read this in a book? would it mean something to you? would it give your heart pangs, make you angry or strong? make you feel something, other than yourself?
just want to know if i fit in between pages, or just in the corners of my mind.
Apr 24, 2008, 07:31PM PDT | 0 comments
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