Our Bridges

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us with nothing but the memory of smoke and the presumtion that our eyes once watered.
~Tom Stoppard

I heard this quote and fell in love with it. I never wand to forget it, so here you go readers, the remarkable quote of the day! :)

Algebra II- the defintion on boredom

Remarkably enough I'm sitting in my school computer lab waiting for everyone else to finish their algebra II finals. I googled some information on Joshuafest and since myspace and facebook are restricted I now have nothing else to waste my time on. Fortunately for me blogspot is not restricted! In exactly 17 minutes I am out of school and free for the summer! So far this summer is shaping up to be remarkably fun, aside from the never ending drama brewing on the horizon. I don't think all the ninja training in the world could hide me from it. However as the years pass I get better and better at dealing with it, in fact I have come to the conclusion that I can handle drama better than my 30-somethin-year-old mother, ridiculous right? The way I see it if I can still walk around with a smile on my face things are going pretty darn good, and smiling I am. If you havent yet read the Summer Bucket List me and my friend created you ought to check it out! www.ourepicsummerbucketlist.blogspot.com
Thanks for listing to my random ramble as I fill time in this hell-hole. :)


~Saracha~

Poison

Poison in the words.
Corruption in the knowledge.
Mutilation to logic.
Destruction to peace.

Eyes that can't speak.
Tongues silenced by evil.
Minds stained by blood.
Hands enslaved to evil.

Positive tests in trash cans.
Empty bottles under the bed.
Cigarette butts in the ash trash.
Tapes in the very back shelf.

Starvation in the lands over-seas.
Poverty in the cities alleys.
Genocide of the weak.
Epidemics for the poor.

Innocent,
Neive,
And stupid.

Devils Chokehold

With its suffocating chokehold fear takes control of us, it takes the life we once knew and injects an impassable fear that we cannot possibly release ourselves from. We struggle and fight but it's impossible to overcome.
As we fight for our last breath a new hope arises. We know not what it is nor where is comes from but we cling to it. It's a last hope an only hope.
Suddenly the chokehold is softened and we gasp for air. With a new found strength we battle our fears disregarding an unseen assistance. We win.
Though it is after the victory that our true problems arise, in an eagerness to return to life as it is, we forget the hope we were given. We forget the very thing that saved us and it will remain forgotten until we once again fall into the devils chokehold.


I wrote this speaking of a chapter in my life. For nearly a year I fought though panic and anxiety attacks, I could easily write you novel about those in themselves but I do not have the time or even the willpower for such a dramatic feat. Just trust me when I say it's never something easy to survive. I survived because I had the assisstance of my Savior, but often that is something we take for granted. Never take His mercy or love forgranted, you will greatly regret it.

A Thought

Today the pain I held in my heart almost stole my breath. It wasn't my pain but the pain of others, now taken as my own. Their fears, their secrets, their aching hearts and darkest emotions, it killed me. You told me not to care anymore, you said it would help me. I stopped to ponder this thought for a mere moment before casting it aside like worthless trash. Never could I stop caring, for if I did what is the value of my life? What am I to the world if I live for myself? These thoughts I've twirled through my head a dozen times, and where I stand on this subject I will forever stay. If more of us stepped up, if more of us lived for others, what kind of world would we live in? Think about it....

Her

Today I watched her tears fall,
Because the bottle stole her dignity.

Yesterday I saw her blood drip,
To try and stop the nightmares.

Last week her face was burried in smoke,
So she couldn't see his face again.

Tomorrow I'll watch a dozen faces turn,
So they need not see reality.

The Resistance

So I hate leaving this blog so empty, therefore I searched through my files and came up woth this poem I wrote several months ago, let me know what you think.

The Resistance

We seem so innocent
With our mortal bodies
And feet that tire easily
Hands with little strength
And a heart bound for death

But the damage we create
Is beyond any creature
Any monster, any beast.
This life that we live in,
A Hades, no longer confined to books
Is established all on our own
No one to blame but us

Name one name that doesnt pretend
We live in a worldly heaven
Even those who acknowledge evil
Concieve it like the others

Name one name who has not
Put pain in anothers heart
Whether intentional or not
We have all destroyed joy

Name one name who has not
Briskly hushed another
When they speak of hidden evils
The hidden Holocaust we call abortion
The lethal coping mechanism we know as drugs
Murder
Alcohol
Adultery
Lies
Harassment
Lust
Sharp Tongues
Excessive Pride
Fear
Suicide
Rape
Pornography
Discrimination
Rape
Abuse
Poverty

Dare I go on?
See what we have done?
It is not until you remove this blindfold
That we can alter this world.

One word, can move mountains.
One conversation can change the world.
So why do we ignore it?
Why do you pass on the responsibilty given to us at birth
Why do we not feel we are accountable to this place we live in,
Accountable to what we have done?

Life is easier in silence
We flow with the current
Unwilling to be the resistance
Refusing to be the one
Who was brave enough-
Strong enough-

To refuse to succomb to the world

Be the resistance

Create a resistance

Stand up and tell the people

"It's our life, it's our world"

Stop waiting for a miracle

And be the miracle

Be a leader

Be a guide

Set the trend

Be defiant

Pave a path

Be the resistance

By: Me :)

Introduction

I can't say I have an intriguing story to tell or even a particular reason for writing this. Perhaps the most significant reason for beginning this was the fact that I have come down with a devilish virus and am running out of things to occupy my time. Playing guitar and watching criminal mind re-runs are only engaging for so long.
Considering this is my first blog I suppose it would make sense to tell you a little about myself? Im not a seemingly normal young lady, in fact there is absolutely nothing normal about me. I walk through the squishiest mud puddles, laugh at things that often make no sense at all and will smile at strangers simply because I believe everyone deserves a smile. I don't just hear music with my ears but I feel it with my heart. Nearly everyone will tell you they love music, but theres a difference between simply loving music, and loving music to a point where it consumes your life. Does music consume my life? Well almost, God always seems to trump any bit of significance in my life, but I can easily say that music brings me closer to God. As you probably guessed I play guitar but sadly an no great musician for i have only been playing since August of 2009. I work hard though and continue to improve with many wonderful teachers.
Like any normal teenager I attend school, though I am sure I do not belong in such a school, but maybe I was sent there to shake things up a bit, knock the world out of the "norm". I don't follow the fashion trends set by the simpletons of my school. I love to cook and bake, one day I hope to attend a culinary school. I ride horses when I have the time, sadly to say that is not often with how busy my life has become. I write when I feel like it, draw when something wonderful comes to mind, I sing when the music is so loud no one can hear my voice and I am always close at hand when a friend needs me. I tend to think a lot, often about physcology and why we think and act the way we do.
With all the many blog posted on this sight I do not expect that mine shall ever be noticed, so this is simply for me. To help me sort my thoughts and give those thoughts a place to go.

I bid any possible reader a marvelous day!
~Saracha~