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.