Thursday, 31 January 2013

This Is Our End

When i say that I am inspired, i mean, i am really inspired. There are so many things i would like to share but there just isn't enough time. Here is a poem i ran into while i was kind of trying to write a piece. It took the words right out of my mouth. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did.

This Is Our End

© Jessica A. Phillipi
You can stand there and smile you can sit there and laugh
but you can't trick me I know it's a mask
You’re trying to lie to me and everyone else
but why is it that you’re lying to yourself?
You can calmly sit there and try to look cool
but I know your emotions and I know you’re a fool
I know inside you your feelings rage
The suspense builds with the turn of a page
By day you’re one person by night another
and neither of them have anything to do with each other
I've watched you sink farther from your heart
and all of this just tears me apart
I sit here and cry, for you not for me
What you've become I wish you could see
No words could I use to help me explain
what it does to me to see you in pain
You’re not there anymore my dearest friend
I hate to say this but this is our end




I'm just so in love with lace



Worry Not

I know that it has been a minute since my last blog. Let’s just say that I haven’t been inspired. I have just been feeling so emotionally drained, physically and spiritually tired. If you ask me why, I have no clue. It has been so bad that I didn’t even enjoy the things I’ve always enjoyed doing. I’m talking about reading books or even listening to my music. If i was a musician, i would have written a song about it.
I recently read a letter written by F. Scott Fitzgerald for his 11 year old daughter and let me just say that I’m BACK NIKKAAAAHHHSSS….. I hope you find it as inspiring as i did.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,