Thursday, March 26, 2009
Just thinking
Wow.. I was just reading over some of my eariler poems and i realised a lot has changed. I realised that small insigificant things change the way you think act, and live your life. Today i was reading a book someone gave to me.It was basically about the emporement of females. after reading the first few pages i couldn't go on anymore. The book was so self centered and left God out of the picture entirely. Right then i realised that as a human i am worth NOTHING at all. I have no worth . Nothing i can do by myself can siginificantly change anything. It may seem like a lot right now but at the end of it all what i do is worth nothing. When i die the world wil go on without me and the things i do that make me feel important become obsolete. I don't beleive that you should give up on life at this point of realistation but now my trust in god is so much more secure because i know with hi the things i do and accomplish have true meaning. Not just in this earthly life but forever because it is not only building my chrachter it is helping others to do the same also. When Jesus returns the only thing we wil have to take with us is our charachter.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Name of the game
Size nine feet
Size 11 jeans
Curves that start in my hair and just missed my feet
Signs of a strong woman that won’t take defeat
Hands for art , work and play
They caress a piano and won’t hesitate to hold
The burdens of the young the weak and the old
I’m told by the world that’s not good enough
I must be 5’4 and my hair can’t hold a puff
Told by the world how I must conform
Yes things are changing but you can still read
The story told by the way it is so easy to follow
The trends and the fashions, we’re stuck in a shadow
We want to be different but still stay the same
Acceptance and change is the name of the game
Size 11 jeans
Curves that start in my hair and just missed my feet
Signs of a strong woman that won’t take defeat
Hands for art , work and play
They caress a piano and won’t hesitate to hold
The burdens of the young the weak and the old
I’m told by the world that’s not good enough
I must be 5’4 and my hair can’t hold a puff
Told by the world how I must conform
Yes things are changing but you can still read
The story told by the way it is so easy to follow
The trends and the fashions, we’re stuck in a shadow
We want to be different but still stay the same
Acceptance and change is the name of the game
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