Watching the Sun Rise

Watching the sun rise has always been on my bucket list, since I saw it set so many times. It was like it wasn't fair, I had gotten to see the sun set too many time to count. I saw the peach, pink and purple which was caused by the miraculous ball of fire sneaking away behind the mountains, but never had I seen it rise.

The opportunity has shown itself a few times, that I can remember, and each time I was too idiotic to see it. One time, I was having a sleep over with my friend - same friend from Rocks -  and we were on my trampoline. We had a tendency for staying up until the crack of dawn, and that night was no different. Our one mistake was being completely oblivious to the sun rising, and we just lay there unaware of the beauty that was happening on the other side of my house.

A second time, I stayed up just to see the sun rise. I was so excited, and all I did was read FML until about 5:30 am. Then I went and made a bed out of chairs on my deck, wrapped myself up in a blanket and waited. I waited until 6:45, which was when the sun was supposed to appear. It didn't.

I saw that the sky was getting lighter, but there was no amazing colours illuminating in front of my eyes. Disappointed, I decided to just go back inside, wait for my parents to wake up so I could go in their bed. When I told me mom about my experience, she laughed and told me that the sun rose from the other side of our house, and I had gotten them mixed up.

I don't even know what colours it would be if it rose. Would they be the same as when it's setting, or would it be a beautiful blue and shimmering gold? Well, this morning I will know, for I will watch the sun rise with my own two eyes. Because of certain events, that you can read here at my third blog, Simply Sio, I am now awake and prepared to watch.

I am also prepared to get very sick from lack of sleep, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it.

Life

This one was better when I wrote it...

Up and down, around and around. That's the direction life goes. We don't know what will happen for we do not take control. We let life bring what it will bring and take what it will take. We do not grab hold of the steering wheel and make what we want to happen. Why? Maybe we're scared. We've been living this way forever. Maybe the change will be too much to handle. Or is it the fact that we like getting hurt? Or not so much the hurt part, but the sympathy that follows? Do we strive for such attention that we let the hell we call a life bring us down, just for a few sympathetic glances? If so, then I say grab the steering wheel. Make the change. I would rather face a new world then be stuck in this attention hungry one forever.

What A Horrible Life

(old Facebook note)

Darkness. It fills the air and everything around me. Everywhere I look, it seems to be compelled with rage or sorrow. Is there nothing that can truly be ‘happy’? Along with lies and tears there is shame and fear. Is there any way to escape this? Is there are world beyond ours that we can truly call home? A world entirely our own, not only in our dreams but simply beyond our reach? Is it that all we need to do is forget the rage or sorrow, and the same and fear, and just live

Choose your life or forever be a character in some one else's game.

Living life is hard to do for some people. We want to follow our own paths, but we have the expectations of the world weighing down on us. Our parents want these amazing things for us, our friends want some one to lean on, society wants the newest magazine cover. All we want is to be, who we want to be, and being great at that person.

It is easier said than done. What if what we want, isn't what our parents want.the ones who raised us, and have controlled us our entire lives must have some say or opinion in what we do and how we live, right? Our minds tell us to be free, but our concious says to obey and be the next president, when all we really wanted to be are the protesters.

Life is funny. We grow up being told what to do, wanting something else, and when we finally have the freedom to do so, we fall back into the arms of the controller. What we want is right in front of us, but the fear of letting down others, and not reaching the heights of the gods, brings us back to phase 1; having some one else decide our futures for us.

Garth Stein once wrote "That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny." Learn from that quote and live your life the way you wish to live it. We need to show that we CAN and WILLbe who and what ever we wish to be! No one else has a say but us. We are the creators of our own destiny, so create!
I know that it is a little repetitive, and the ending is corny, but I tried. :)

Rocks. They bring happiness upon my life.

Do you know those moments when your life is simply perfect? When the temperature is just right, you can hear nature calling you towards the vast land of the unknown, and what you see beyond yourself is the world. On my good days, when every thing seems to be going just right, I am very happy to tell you all that I have these moments. Although, luckily for me, they last longer than a "moment", but not long enough...

The other day, my friend and I felt like exploring, or just doing something that made our lives amazing as kids. We remembered that a few years ago, all we did was climb this small mountain of rocks. When we were younger we did it to rebel, as we weren't allowed to be up there, but now that we are older, I think we did it to remember that even if we are in fact older, our minds, and the way that we live, does not have an age.

So we climbed. What used to take us an hour, only took 2 minutes. That might of taken some of the magic away from the experience, but it did not leave a mark on the beauty. When we reached the top, as always, we had 2 feet of sitting space before a fence blocked the rest. We made do with what we had, got comfortable on a pile of rocks, and just looked out to the view.

Before us was a river flowing, trees swaying and the sky slowly getting darker. The birds were chirping and the bugs were calling out to one another. As it got colder, my heart got warmer, and I was sinking into a nice blanket of happiness. Sitting there with my best friend, the combination of cold and warm, and the sound of nature surrounding us.. It was just perfect.

But, all good things must come to an end. A bat quickly flew in front of us, ruining the perfect moment. We raced quickly down the mountain, starting a little avalanche and a sea of laughter. It was the funniest and scariest thing. What made it so special, was it was almost like we were kids again.

We rebelled, climbed the mountain, but instead of adults getting mad, and making us come down, it was a bat. Either way, we had an experience that I'll want to revisit for years to come... Maybe with out the bat.

Love is the Sunshine in Which my Happiness Erupts.

Do you know that moment of pure bliss, where you wake up from the most amazing, sleep filled, dream-having night, and all you can see is the sun shining through your blinds? It's like it is reassuring you that no matter what sorrow or fear you have, there is some thing more out there. Some thing worth living for, and some thing just beyond a glass window.

Just to make you feel even more welcomed to this world of the unknown happiness, the birds are chirping ever so sweetly, as if welcoming you into the very gates of heaven themselves. The sounds illuminating from their beaks are just created from pure joy itself, and nothing can ruin this moment.

You are wrapped up in your blanket, maybe a fan is keeping you cold, but the warmth from that cosy wool is letting you know that no matter what coldness is out there in the real world, there will always be the warmness of something greater.

If you combine all these great things, you can have that one perfect moment, where every thing you know is right, and every thing else can wait a minute. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, you are warm and cold at the same time, and you know that for this very second, no harm can reach you, for you control how your life will turn out.

Every month or so, I am blessed to have this moment. It is scary to see that number decrease, but when I do get it, man do I stay like that for what feels like the sweetest eternity any one could ask for.

Failure is an illusion, Fighting is the game, and Living is the prize.

"She had the strength to persevere, but her one weakness was trying."

We all have the ability and capacity to overcome obstacles, but we lack the courage to try. One cannot simply breathe and do it, even though they can. It is not the disadvantage of physical disability; all is weighing down on mental capability. We miss and we miss with no try or swing, and everything in between are the words saying "you can't."

So look beyond that. Look beyond the failures, misses and the discouraged, run passed the broken and the beaten creating your undestined destiny, and reach the land of the living. It's what we were made to do, and we can do it. All it takes is a try. 

Failure is an illusion, fighting is the game, and living is the prize.

The Lovely Pain

This will be my last poem today, and again, it's a rough draft. I know that it needs work, and I'll re do it soon, and re upload it when it's better. Also, I am usually not like this, all lovey dovey, but I have those moments when my heart opens up.

I see you
And my heart smiles
Baby just hold me for a while
Closing my eyes, I see you there
Open them, if I dare

You are my heart
My armour
My strength
My eyes glisten in the light
In which you bring, upon my life

I cannot sleep
You are all I see
I could never of guessed
The feelings would run this deep
Jealousy tears me apart
Watching her, enter your heart

I am blessed to know you,
Grateful to be close to you
But hateful to call you "friend"

The Ways of the Morning

I couldn't find a better title for this, and this poem isn't very good, but it's my rough draft. I will edit it later on and re-post it as a better version.

A misty shadow
From above the grave
To forever enter her destiny
Of a slave

A slave of acceptance
Forgiveness
and hope
A place she may reach
The top of the steep slope

The waking twilight
From beyond her gaze
And there begins her future
All but a haze

Hazy dreams
and hazy lies
To fall the beginning of a battle
In which no body can survive

The dawn falls,
slowly rises
In which she despises
Her faith slowly following
for weeks upon days.

See, it isn't the greatest, but I am young and there for have a lot more to learn about the world and litterateur. If you haven't figured out what is means, it's about me, and how every one has all these huge expectations of me and I don't know if I can reach them, and I don't want to fail every one.

Once, Twice, Three Time Goodbye

So, this is a poem to some people in my life that I have tried and tried to say "good bye" to, but I never could.

This is once
Twice
Three times too many
Forgiveness is gone
You've hurt me plenty

It took me some time
But I now realise
I've come back
One
Twice
Three time too many

Hello and good bye
Baby welcome to real life
It's the place you left
Once
Twice
Three times too many

The past, exquisite
A time line I'd want to visit
Although I know
Once
Twice
Three times are plenty

Numbers add on
From the days that I have seen you
My sadness lingers on
And it's time to say
"Bonjour mon dernier au revior"
Because,
Once
Twice
50 times is too many.

I know that it isn't great, and definitely needs some touching up, but for now, it's good enough for me

Bonjourno ma belle.

Hello, this blog pretty much documents all the beautiful things that I've seen in the world, or just during that day. I will also add some of my poetry and short paragraphs that I have written. You may not like it, but it is just a way for me to express myself, with out my fellow peers, family or teachers telling me I can't. I hope you like my stuff :)