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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Perhaps I will return to this sometime soon.
posted by LyssaLoveless at 7:17 PM
Monday, November 10, 2008
Labels: bring me the horizon, oli sykes, oliver sykes, season, suicide, suicide season
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
History has been made, and the best man has won.
I am very proud of the defeat speech that John McCain gave tonight. Even though I could not disagree more with his words about Governor Palin, who I think is a complete moron. Regardless, I thought Senator McCain delivered an excellent speech and I believe he meant every word that he spoke. And although I'm sure McCain really is decent man, I am very glad that he did not win this election. But most of all, I am very glad that Sarah Palin can finally go back to Alaska. (Though I will greatly miss Tina Fey's very accurate portrayal.)
As far as the speech that Barack Obama gave tonight in Chicago? It brought tears to my eyes. From his words to his interaction with his family and his interaction with Joe Biden and his family on that stage. It all made me very happy; as did the faces of those who were in the crowd of roughly 200,000 people. When you watch Barack Obama, I feel as if you're not just watching and listening to some politician. He doesn't give off the conceit of a politician and you can tell that he too - just like you and I - is human. He does not ride a high horse, he is grounded, genuine, compassionate and ready to bring forth the change we need.
Up until this defining moment in history, I have never felt such a great sense of pride in the people of this country. Sitting on the floor of my living room with my family, watching the reactions of people in various cities all over the country, gave me chills. It was a truly incredible moment to witness, even just through the television.
History was made today because the people in this country came together and did what was right - they voted. They let their voices be heard, and the voice of change prevailed in great numbers. Though I myself could not vote in this election, I am proud of the actions of the citizens of this country who were able to do so.
I know there are more than a few people who may be angry about the outcome of this election and are doubtful of Obama's ability to lead the country as Commander in Chief. However, may I suggest that before you storm off to Canada like a Sally, that you give it time. Wait and watch for what is to come instead of assuming the worst. As they say, "Seeing is believing" , ladies and gentlemen. I for one have nothing but good feelings and total faith in the ability of Barack Obama to lead our country on the road to better times.
As President Obama said in his victory speech:
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America – I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you – we as a people will get there.
Yes we can & Yes we will.
Goodnight and God bless. <3
I am very proud of the defeat speech that John McCain gave tonight. Even though I could not disagree more with his words about Governor Palin, who I think is a complete moron. Regardless, I thought Senator McCain delivered an excellent speech and I believe he meant every word that he spoke. And although I'm sure McCain really is decent man, I am very glad that he did not win this election. But most of all, I am very glad that Sarah Palin can finally go back to Alaska. (Though I will greatly miss Tina Fey's very accurate portrayal.)
As far as the speech that Barack Obama gave tonight in Chicago? It brought tears to my eyes. From his words to his interaction with his family and his interaction with Joe Biden and his family on that stage. It all made me very happy; as did the faces of those who were in the crowd of roughly 200,000 people. When you watch Barack Obama, I feel as if you're not just watching and listening to some politician. He doesn't give off the conceit of a politician and you can tell that he too - just like you and I - is human. He does not ride a high horse, he is grounded, genuine, compassionate and ready to bring forth the change we need.
Up until this defining moment in history, I have never felt such a great sense of pride in the people of this country. Sitting on the floor of my living room with my family, watching the reactions of people in various cities all over the country, gave me chills. It was a truly incredible moment to witness, even just through the television.
History was made today because the people in this country came together and did what was right - they voted. They let their voices be heard, and the voice of change prevailed in great numbers. Though I myself could not vote in this election, I am proud of the actions of the citizens of this country who were able to do so.
I know there are more than a few people who may be angry about the outcome of this election and are doubtful of Obama's ability to lead the country as Commander in Chief. However, may I suggest that before you storm off to Canada like a Sally, that you give it time. Wait and watch for what is to come instead of assuming the worst. As they say, "Seeing is believing" , ladies and gentlemen. I for one have nothing but good feelings and total faith in the ability of Barack Obama to lead our country on the road to better times.
As President Obama said in his victory speech:
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America – I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you – we as a people will get there.
Yes we can & Yes we will.
Goodnight and God bless. <3
Labels: 2008, alaska, america, barack obama, biden, canada, change, chicago, democrat, election, history, john mccain, obama, palin, president, republican, speech, united states, vote
Thursday, October 9, 2008
'This was probably better in my head.'
Our smiles once blossomed as beautiful as daisies in the purest hope of spring. The laughter passing our lips, as soothing as the whispering early evening breeze. Cozy embraces spent beneath the heated starry skies of summer fueled the sparks. Chemistry as firey as the rising sun above still waters and dew covered grass raced through the air we shared together. Too soon all of those feelings, fade and fall like the leaves in the wake of autumn. Hearts stripped like the trees, uncovered and unattached. Vulnerable to the sweeping in of the frigid breath of winter. The soft white snow trickles down from the bluest skies, burying what was left of our yesterdays; blowing in with the fresh promise of new tomorrows.
Then the cycle begins once again; strong hopes of alternative endings dance in the songs of the birds perched proudly along power lines and fences. Optimism shining through the clouds and soaking in like pouring rain. Faith filled thoughts of long walks through parks, the scent of autumn waltzing in the wind. Dreams of December mornings spent with bittersweet caffeine and afternoons twirling in the precipitation of snowflakes. Butterfly inducing thoughts of lazy nights spent wrapped in blankets and warmed by smiles. Naive hopes and pretense of love.
Sometimes when all is still and my mind isn't focused on any specific action, my thoughts run to you. The pace of my flowing blood seems to speed up, sending a weird rush through my body. I bite my lip and hold my head in my hands, sometimes letting more than just a few tears escape.
The simplest things set off these thoughts. Songs, phrases, photos, anything that I can somehow connect to you or a moment we shared. I think of how things may have changed had I done so, or had you done so. Would this be any different if I hadn't said this or done that? Could I have done something wrong....or was I just all wrong? Questions, visions, everything flows through my mind at the speed of light. Bun then I remember, this wasn't my doing, it was yours.
I put forth more effort with you than I ever have with anyone. And I learned to never do it again..........or maybe I didn't learn. Or maybe I just still have tons of silly faith.
I know I've gotten better at calling what's going to happen, and being right. But regardless, I'm not any better at walking away or letting go than I was back then. I always seem to think people will be different, but as usual, I'm never right.
I guess I'm just a little more naive than I thought.
Our smiles once blossomed as beautiful as daisies in the purest hope of spring. The laughter passing our lips, as soothing as the whispering early evening breeze. Cozy embraces spent beneath the heated starry skies of summer fueled the sparks. Chemistry as firey as the rising sun above still waters and dew covered grass raced through the air we shared together. Too soon all of those feelings, fade and fall like the leaves in the wake of autumn. Hearts stripped like the trees, uncovered and unattached. Vulnerable to the sweeping in of the frigid breath of winter. The soft white snow trickles down from the bluest skies, burying what was left of our yesterdays; blowing in with the fresh promise of new tomorrows.
Then the cycle begins once again; strong hopes of alternative endings dance in the songs of the birds perched proudly along power lines and fences. Optimism shining through the clouds and soaking in like pouring rain. Faith filled thoughts of long walks through parks, the scent of autumn waltzing in the wind. Dreams of December mornings spent with bittersweet caffeine and afternoons twirling in the precipitation of snowflakes. Butterfly inducing thoughts of lazy nights spent wrapped in blankets and warmed by smiles. Naive hopes and pretense of love.
Sometimes when all is still and my mind isn't focused on any specific action, my thoughts run to you. The pace of my flowing blood seems to speed up, sending a weird rush through my body. I bite my lip and hold my head in my hands, sometimes letting more than just a few tears escape.
The simplest things set off these thoughts. Songs, phrases, photos, anything that I can somehow connect to you or a moment we shared. I think of how things may have changed had I done so, or had you done so. Would this be any different if I hadn't said this or done that? Could I have done something wrong....or was I just all wrong? Questions, visions, everything flows through my mind at the speed of light. Bun then I remember, this wasn't my doing, it was yours.
I put forth more effort with you than I ever have with anyone. And I learned to never do it again..........or maybe I didn't learn. Or maybe I just still have tons of silly faith.
I know I've gotten better at calling what's going to happen, and being right. But regardless, I'm not any better at walking away or letting go than I was back then. I always seem to think people will be different, but as usual, I'm never right.
I guess I'm just a little more naive than I thought.
Labels: breeze, butterflies, daisies, faith, fall, fresh, hearts, laughter, lazy, lips, love, promise, sky, smiles, spring, stars, summer, sun, winter
'Rants'
First:
A few days ago, I was in the chat on Before Their Eyes' myspace page. Reading some random bitching about Christianity and what not. I don't even remember what this person was saying, other than when he said "Gay people are braver than Christians." Which made me roll my eyes like no other. And like I said on there:
Admitting to who you are and what you believe in is bravery in itself. You don't have to be gay or Christian to be brave.
Your religion, your race, culture, sexual preference - none of that makes you brave. It's admitting that whatever that specific thing may be, is part of who you are. Admitting that you believe in something and standing up for it, defending it; that makes you brave. Being yourself without hesitation - that makes you brave.
Authenticity is beautiful.
There are roughly seven billion people out there - all are different - we're like living, breathing snowflakes. Sure, there are common grounds between everyone. And sure, you can't really separate one life from the next as we are all connected by each others daily actions, whether you realize it or not. But common thoughts, beliefs and morals do not make you the same. It merely connects you with people.
We all think with different minds, see through different eyes and feel with different hearts.
There are seven billion different human beings out there. Being able to be one of those few out of the seven billion that dare to make who you are, what you feel and what you believe, known to the rest - that is beautiful. And that my friends, is brave.
Whether you're heterosexual, homosexual or bisexual - male or female - Christian, Atheist or whatever. Being you, makes you brave.
First:
A few days ago, I was in the chat on Before Their Eyes' myspace page. Reading some random bitching about Christianity and what not. I don't even remember what this person was saying, other than when he said "Gay people are braver than Christians." Which made me roll my eyes like no other. And like I said on there:
Admitting to who you are and what you believe in is bravery in itself. You don't have to be gay or Christian to be brave.
Your religion, your race, culture, sexual preference - none of that makes you brave. It's admitting that whatever that specific thing may be, is part of who you are. Admitting that you believe in something and standing up for it, defending it; that makes you brave. Being yourself without hesitation - that makes you brave.
Authenticity is beautiful.
There are roughly seven billion people out there - all are different - we're like living, breathing snowflakes. Sure, there are common grounds between everyone. And sure, you can't really separate one life from the next as we are all connected by each others daily actions, whether you realize it or not. But common thoughts, beliefs and morals do not make you the same. It merely connects you with people.
We all think with different minds, see through different eyes and feel with different hearts.
There are seven billion different human beings out there. Being able to be one of those few out of the seven billion that dare to make who you are, what you feel and what you believe, known to the rest - that is beautiful. And that my friends, is brave.
Whether you're heterosexual, homosexual or bisexual - male or female - Christian, Atheist or whatever. Being you, makes you brave.
Labels: atheist, authenticity, beautiful, before their eyes, beliefs, bi, brave, bravery, christian, different, gay, human, morals, people, rant, religion, straight, thoughts
'You're like a storm'
The weather today reminded me of you and your role in my life.
The early afternoon heat reminded me of how you always used to keep me on my toes. How you always had a way of taking my breath so easily. The way you never failed to spread a rose shade tint to my complexion, making me bite my lip, and try not to smile. Never wanting you to figure me out, like I had you.
Then set in a calm breeze, that reminded me so much of the many times when the eye contact and subtle touches sent shivers up my spine. The few times that I wasn't so nervous. The times when it was just us and your sweet talk. The way you made my legs shake, and almost buckle.
Fierce, loud winds came rushing through, reminding me of all the destruction you brought with your presence. Flickers of electricity going on and off, like the skipped beats of my heart. The rain that accompanied, symbolic of the tears that fell from my eyes at your command. The fallen branches and debris reminiscent of the fallen pieces of my heart.
The sky then faded to black, it's darkness reminding me of your absence. But it's peace reminding me that, maybe, just maybe I can forget you completely and feel free, like I was once able to so long ago.
The combination of the soft chirping of the crickets, light rainfall and the subtle breeze come together. They're gently singing a song of new tomorrows that are just a twirl of the sun away.
The night chill bringing it's reminder of a new season setting in - a new chapter in the making. One that your not apart of.
And for the first time, I think I might just be okay with that.
The weather today reminded me of you and your role in my life.
The early afternoon heat reminded me of how you always used to keep me on my toes. How you always had a way of taking my breath so easily. The way you never failed to spread a rose shade tint to my complexion, making me bite my lip, and try not to smile. Never wanting you to figure me out, like I had you.
Then set in a calm breeze, that reminded me so much of the many times when the eye contact and subtle touches sent shivers up my spine. The few times that I wasn't so nervous. The times when it was just us and your sweet talk. The way you made my legs shake, and almost buckle.
Fierce, loud winds came rushing through, reminding me of all the destruction you brought with your presence. Flickers of electricity going on and off, like the skipped beats of my heart. The rain that accompanied, symbolic of the tears that fell from my eyes at your command. The fallen branches and debris reminiscent of the fallen pieces of my heart.
The sky then faded to black, it's darkness reminding me of your absence. But it's peace reminding me that, maybe, just maybe I can forget you completely and feel free, like I was once able to so long ago.
The combination of the soft chirping of the crickets, light rainfall and the subtle breeze come together. They're gently singing a song of new tomorrows that are just a twirl of the sun away.
The night chill bringing it's reminder of a new season setting in - a new chapter in the making. One that your not apart of.
And for the first time, I think I might just be okay with that.
Labels: absence, breeze, chapter, command, cry, darkness, destruction, heart, hurricane, ike, life, love, rain, reminder, season, song, storm, sun, tears
'Chutes and Ladders'
[See squares twenty-eight and eighty-seven.]
Why is it that life always seems to be like one giant game of chutes and ladders? I'll have a decent day, or even a decent few days - maybe just a decent hour. Which is kind of like hitting a ladder, ya' know? You get excited and your insides get all tingly n' whatever. A smile forms over your lips and things start to look up. Optimism sets in and a sense of joy serges through your veins. But then all too soon, it's like you hit a slippery spot and go flying down back to where you were; if not even further down. Just like a chute. Body tenses, smiles fade and eyes shut as your heart cracks - maybe shatters. The pessimism hits with vengeance and the weakness returns with it's pay back. Like all the happiness you experience gets thrown back at your face like a ton of bricks.
I wish things weren't always so complicated. I wish things could just be easy, even just for a little while. I wish I was better than all this. I wish I was even half good enough for anything. I wish a lot of things, actually.
I need some shooting stars, asap.
[See squares twenty-eight and eighty-seven.]Why is it that life always seems to be like one giant game of chutes and ladders? I'll have a decent day, or even a decent few days - maybe just a decent hour. Which is kind of like hitting a ladder, ya' know? You get excited and your insides get all tingly n' whatever. A smile forms over your lips and things start to look up. Optimism sets in and a sense of joy serges through your veins. But then all too soon, it's like you hit a slippery spot and go flying down back to where you were; if not even further down. Just like a chute. Body tenses, smiles fade and eyes shut as your heart cracks - maybe shatters. The pessimism hits with vengeance and the weakness returns with it's pay back. Like all the happiness you experience gets thrown back at your face like a ton of bricks.
I wish things weren't always so complicated. I wish things could just be easy, even just for a little while. I wish I was better than all this. I wish I was even half good enough for anything. I wish a lot of things, actually.
I need some shooting stars, asap.
Labels: chutes, days, easy, fall, happy, hour, joy, ladders, life, optimism, pain, pessimism, serge, slip, smile, stars, wish