-Michelle K., Numbers. (via soulcleaning)
I have been
Does it ever
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness"-2 Cor. 12:9 (via rhaynerhaynegoaway)
Immodest creature, you do not want
a woman who will accept your faults,
You want one who pretends that you are faultless —
one who will caress the hand that strikes her
and kiss the lips that lie to her.
"If you mistake the traits of poverty for your personal identity, you risk being locked into a position where you’re unable to advance without betraying yourself."- Mat Johnson
"I have seen love
-Michelle K., Proof. (via michellekpoems)
with my own two eyes.
that is enough.
Proof that it can happen."
"I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me."-Fragment #8 (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
When a tree falls in the middle of a forest, I believe it makes a sound. Even though they melt away far to quickly for most of us to notice their beauty, I don’t believe snowflakes are accidents. I don’t believe that thoughts and words whispered when no ones around dissolve into thin air without any audience or purpose. I don’t believe it’s pointless to say them. I believe that there is more to this world than the things we can see and feel or even imagine. I believe that souls can fall in love and walk in love with each other. And that friendship means something. That sometimes the person I sit next to on the bus isn’t sitting next to me by accident. I believe that art has a purpose, and music isn’t just noise, and that anything and anyone at all can have beauty. I believe that beauty isn’t an accident. I don’t believe I am an accident, and I am convinced that you are not either. I believe people are important. I don’t believe people are the product of a random collision of stardust. I believe that bad things that have happened have given me perspective, and that battlegrounds I made it out of give my heart a place to go back to and help someone else out someday. I believe it takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all of its tainted glory and still love it. I believe that courage is important and so is love. I believe in humans treating each other’s like humans, like brothers and sister under the same Father. I believe in helping those who think, feel, or have been treated as if they are less than human. Sometimes I feel as if I’m stuck in the wrong place or time or body. But I don’t believe I am. I don’t believe that feelings are always conductive to truth. I believe truth is important. I believe in God. I also believe in loving other people, no matter what they do or don’t believe. I believe that questions with answers and questions without answers are equally important. I believe life is filled with adventure and magic if only we’d seek it out. That there is so much we’d see if only we looked. There are many things I think are beautiful. There are people who will fight and die for what they believe is right. There are adventures with monsters and fears bigger than monsters, and many troubles aren’t easily solved. Because you can count on your friends and your friends can betray you. Because there are things I wish I could change just by snapping my fingers, but I can’t cant. Because people can die and injustice can happen, but we can still choose to love. I believe that is beautiful. I think it’s sadder for a person to never give love than to never get it. I think it’s sad when people make their hearts hard. I don’t think it’s sad to wander outside at night and sit in a forest and look at the stars. I don’t think it’s sad to cry, either. The sun rises and greet us every morning. It puts on this giant spectacle of life and beauty and we usually sleep through it. Then we say there is no beauty. Our eyes are always shut. That’s what I think is sad.
Page one Birth. Baby. Innocence unbroken. Love child, unexpected Unprepared for Unprayed over Brave new world First tears. Page two. Child Minis father “You can be anything you want to be In life” Says mom He’ll follow her example not her worlds Page three Teenage boy Imitator of all that is impressive To his young eyes What does it mean to be a man? He will look to Older men But not his missing father Chase girls, break hearts, get money Party, Drink, YOLO Little boy Lost And Afraid Page three Eighteen Everyone he looked up to Gone Except his mother Who prays for him Now She tells him about the death she sees in his eyes “I would like to see you living” she said. Page four Unwritten answers to mother’s questions And Father’s absence Young life with choices ahead Without a penny to his name He is still an empty page Has anyone tried changing the story? Because Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living In better conditions.
"Your problem is how you are going to spend this one odd and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over people and circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are."-Anne Lamott (via thedapperproject)