Thoughts on love, life, writing and friends.
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Gen. 13:8-9. So be it.
Some things are just not worth my time; and some things are just not worth the effort, and may it be known it only takes so much before 1 gives up! My point exactly, which I have always thought, is that we have a choice in these matters in our lives.
Saturday, 25 February 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eq24LJpN5IM&feature=related
i hate weddings, i hate materials n i hate marriage bc of this video. thx for breaking hearts!!
Favorite line in "The Notebook"
"Believe me i love your father but sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had seen him that day" ...
This is why I have taken every opportunity to love without bounds and listen to that voice within...
This is why I have taken every opportunity to love without bounds and listen to that voice within...
I don'tt see the beauty of forgiveness, I think you should forgive the person but sometimes you can't get over the hurt and pain. Many expect us women to get over it, but honestly, it becomes abuse when we're just suppose to allow the bad behavior and let it slide. That's not beauty, that's abuse. Some people can get hurt so badly, they can ask to move on...
Thursday, 23 February 2012
But what is love?
I do not love you
I love the perfect image I have made up in my mind
That you as man should attain to
That you should be handsome, a provider, a caregiver
I love the memory of your gentility
When you left me in sea of tears
From the past hurts it brought
You do not love me
You love the conditions
It takes to love me
You love me on account of...
Having a best friend
Having a wedding
Having a ring
Becoming a doctor
Love makes no conditions. Love is immeasurable. It is infinite.
I love the perfect image I have made up in my mind
That you as man should attain to
That you should be handsome, a provider, a caregiver
I love the memory of your gentility
When you left me in sea of tears
From the past hurts it brought
You do not love me
You love the conditions
It takes to love me
You love me on account of...
Having a best friend
Having a wedding
Having a ring
Becoming a doctor
Love makes no conditions. Love is immeasurable. It is infinite.
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
My Book
A man met a woman at a bookstore, and by a third party was asked to leave her alone and so he ran off with another woman and they got married except they didnt really love eachother or mutually consent. At this time there were a number of suitors she was interested in but could not commit to seeing them at his time. She had a history of men trying to control her and lack of freedom, so she focused on personal goals. Next she went through school and found someone she loved, at a bar with a group of friends. Her true lover met someone else that she happened to know. This was a good match because the girl knew she was a kinder hearted person, for the man she loved. This led to all kinds of other relatonships for the both of them, including online dating and flirtations with all kinds of women in the girl's social network.
-Written by and for Sarah Elizabeth Sheppard
c/o SarahShepps eNewsletter; you may not use this in anyway for your business purposes, or anything involving me directly surrounding these events.
-Written by and for Sarah Elizabeth Sheppard
c/o SarahShepps eNewsletter; you may not use this in anyway for your business purposes, or anything involving me directly surrounding these events.
Monday, 20 February 2012
In waiting
What i feel is its not to late
The call to dance forth and shine your light
Was to call out to the wild and never in wait
Because needing of love was their freight
But I beg of u sisters
Be not mourning of desire
He suckles me so in his deep revenge
And calls me like a sheep in pain
He is my morning air
But i lie in wait for my soul to give way
I long for him near
But my tears are crying here
So I wait for my hand to grab him of fear
Take your chance but be sure of ur fate
And for the sorrow of joy
That I bare for him in wait
The call to dance forth and shine your light
Was to call out to the wild and never in wait
Because needing of love was their freight
But I beg of u sisters
Be not mourning of desire
He suckles me so in his deep revenge
And calls me like a sheep in pain
He is my morning air
But i lie in wait for my soul to give way
I long for him near
But my tears are crying here
So I wait for my hand to grab him of fear
Take your chance but be sure of ur fate
And for the sorrow of joy
That I bare for him in wait
Sunday, 19 February 2012
jealous girl
you might be really jealous of ur beautiful daughter
hate ur beautiful sister
curse ur beautiful mother
but thats ok
bc that beautiful girl represents everything you wanted in yourself
she represents the hope of a life u always wanted
she was there for u when all your hope was gone
she brought forth the life you never had
never let that go from your memory n heart
you hate her bc you want what she has
but u love her bc she is yours
and you know she is ur star
of great morning and delight
hate ur beautiful sister
curse ur beautiful mother
but thats ok
bc that beautiful girl represents everything you wanted in yourself
she represents the hope of a life u always wanted
she was there for u when all your hope was gone
she brought forth the life you never had
never let that go from your memory n heart
you hate her bc you want what she has
but u love her bc she is yours
and you know she is ur star
of great morning and delight
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Saturday, 11 February 2012
Friday, 10 February 2012
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
When he came into the picture
I was sitting there all alone and I could see
He was embaressed, ashamed
A bone stuck in my side rib
Trying to be dislocated
as clean as can be
But as time progressed he jabbed it further into the opening of my brain
The pain burst forth, the blood set free
I would resist the penetration
But sometimes gave in
Because there were two worlds to explore
Wanting to hold on or wanting to believe
With every upper jolting I would cry those tears
Because I don't know it was scary to move foward in seas of green
And the remains of me is a stitched up calloused hole
That ended the suffering
And ended the sea below
I was sitting there all alone and I could see
He was embaressed, ashamed
A bone stuck in my side rib
Trying to be dislocated
as clean as can be
But as time progressed he jabbed it further into the opening of my brain
The pain burst forth, the blood set free
I would resist the penetration
But sometimes gave in
Because there were two worlds to explore
Wanting to hold on or wanting to believe
With every upper jolting I would cry those tears
Because I don't know it was scary to move foward in seas of green
And the remains of me is a stitched up calloused hole
That ended the suffering
And ended the sea below
Thursday, 2 February 2012
http://voices.yahoo.com/a-comparison-some-reflections-upon-marriage-and-304450.html
Namely in Montagu's letter to her daughter, you can see how the letter is related to past experiences, and her dialogues are about current thoughts on family. She talks about how she raised her own daughter to be ready for marriage. But that her granddaughter should be raised differently, wanting other things. Point being, her instructions and advice are on the same topic throughout, but she has a different opinion on how to raise children!
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