BlackBird

It isn’t because the other person is weaker. I honestly cannot believe the number of lives we’ve lost to depression. All because we still aren’t able to see it as what it is; an incurable (but treatable) pain that runs so deep you don’t know better than wanting to numb it or end it… because instead of seeing it as what it is, we see it as a weakness. Nobody wants to seem weak, so they don’t ask for help, all the while this pain is devouring them up from the inside like the worst cancer there is. When they do let out some sort of cry for help, WE see them as weak and “deal” with it in all sorts of questionable ways. We’re finally the generation that claims to accept the fact that we’re different, but we still can’t accept the fact that we deal with things differently in our own separate ways, and they affect us differently as well. One thing could make you stronger and scar the next person for life; IT ISN’T ALWAYS BECAUSE THE OTHER PERSON IS WEAKER! Our brains are

I AM  an adorable young lady, beautiful and growing stronger,  as I was taught to believe in myself and be strong at all times. I am a believer and yes I obey. Gabisile is a cool out-going, out-spoken, touchy,  and gorgeous and an attractive young lady that loves herself enough. She is a girl that is self assertive, believes and respects herself too.  Yet sometimes she could pretend to be innocent to those who do not know her personally. I believe that she has quiet a short temper but manageable,  she is a girl that is yet sweet to others and also been taught never to be rude to others. She never lets anger control her; she is able to show kindness,  caring, honesty and respect to them.  And she always gives her best in all that she does.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven trees, Or softly lightens on her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and on that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

 There are too many words. Each day I am drown in words. Once, I sat with a man each day for six months and not a word passed between us I've never forgotten how moved I was by what he said. . . What I'm trying to say is that I have a need, now and then to shake the words out of my hair. All the stale and used-up words- the frantic panic words that jump about my desk - and the heavy meaningful words that hang like curtains in the air. The people who spin words about me holding me tightly to them - and the people who fill every corner with urgent words within their voices - every inch of my room - closing the space through which they may fall to nothing. One word would be enough! Just one word that I might hold it in my palm I would weigh it and know it.

Your boyfriend may not own a car. He may not earn a lot of money. He may not live in a posh estate. He may not be able to shower you with gifts all the time. He may not have a great job. But it’s enough to know you are the ONLY ONE He has at his heart. He has a vision. He is Honest. He is very hard-working. He is humble. He keeps that smile on your face. He talks to you every day. He actually listens to you. He always replies your messages. He tolerates you when you're moody. His family knows you. He tells you your beautiful all the time. He sees you every chance he gets. He appreciates the tiniest things you do. He is there when you need him. He respects you. He is proud you are his… And he treats you like a queen because you are his everything and he fears to lose you. Why ask for what he cannot afford? He may not have it all now, but one day he will... He may not be living his dream now, but one day he will… He pictures making a family with you and he means it when he say

What is Life all about? I wake up each and every morning of my entire life  asking myself one question.  What is life all about? And i always seem to find answers  in every single room at home.  The fan said be cool.   The window said be able to see the world.  The clock said every minute nor second is precious.  The mirror said reflect before u act.  The calendar said always be up to date.  The door said push hard for your goals.  The carpet said kneel down and pray.  The flowers said be who you are because you are always beautiful and strong!

Remember me when I am gone away, When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For it the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

DO NOT BE A QUITER When things go wrong, as they sometimes will. When the road your trudging sees all uphill. When funds are low and debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learn. Have won had he stuck it out. Don't give up though the pace seems slow- You may succeed with another blow. Succees is failure turned inside out. The silver tint on the clouds of doubt. And you can never tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far. So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit. Just don't QuiT