Monday, November 26, 2012

Unknown


Sheets of white paper, blue ink,
Many the unread pages, long from being seen.
Edges sharp, narrow cuts
Careful approach, nevertheless hurts.
Willing open hands, what makes us human, freely exposed,
Odd chances, destiny, coincidences, who's to know.
Persuit of the one, persuit of none,
Soon before we embrace, what makes us human, gone.
A cycle, a dejavu, familiar images of before,
Outcomes change, one can expect more.



Heed


"Her eyes, her lips and her cheeks have a language of their own; It's her feet that speak what her hands enthrall."
      ~ (Germer)


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Society?



Wednesday afternoon. Decided to hang out with a few friends after class. Shared a few laughs, talked a little of everything. Saw my watch, it was getting late. I'm sometimes stingy so I decided to save a few bucks and took the bus instead of a taxi. 
I managed to find a seat in a very crowded bus. Did my usual sightseeing’s...buildings, houses, cracks on the roads, homeless people here and there, fast food restaurants and crazy drivers. An ordinary day. 

As I sat thinking what to cook when I got I home, the bus stopped shortly and I was diffused a little by the commotion of the people in the bus. More than half of people were standing up. "Maybe they're seeing a young lady pass by" I thought. Of course, it wasn't it. But I would not be surprised if that was the case. City is full with desperate pervs anyhow. 
What made a bus full of passengers get off their seat with such hurry to look outside the window was not a presence of a good deed, it wasn't an event of something unusual and it certainly was not a miracle. 

As I sat and the air got thicker from people talking.  I listened to everyone murmuring in awe. Some said that there might be a dead person. Some said they saw blood. Some others were commenting on what kind of crime it was.  
I didn't make much of it in the moment, everyone seemed to have their own story of it from just looking. 
After a minute or so, someone in spoke loudly and said "It's nothing, it's just an old car with a flat tire." 
.....................
It repeated in my head as I saw the look on people's faces "It's nothing, it's just an old car with a flat tire." as I saw the disappointment of the faces of those who stood up expecting to hear something that would fill their own story. I heard a few expressing themselves as in a way when you get something you don't want but you take it anyways.
It was then I realized...it was then I suddenly found myself in silent thoughts... it was then I knew how evil and sick are the hearts of those who i was surrounded by and make part of society. 

People claim they want peace, that they want the well being of another and their neighbor. But people feed on violence; they admire those who become rich by making a living of hurting society. People say they want safety for the city, that they want a better place for you and me. But people seem to wish deep in their core for the worst of others. They eagerly wait for the next news headlines on homicides, drugs, corruption, greed and hate. Seemingly fine with it as long as the headline has nothing to do with them or they're acquaintance.  

What kind of society are we living in? Have times changed so much as to forget moral values? Have times changed so much as to forget what love for one another is? Why do I feel like a stranger? 
*I know there are people with good in their hearts. I know this much. 
The bus continued its route. I got off on my stop. As the bus left, so did my sadness with it.

"Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day".  ~Author Unknown


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

ithinkwrite



This blog contains my thoughts. My truest feelings of joy, discomfort, motivation, sorrow, happiness, sadness. It has no specific subject to limit my writing.
My writing is not nearly close to perfection. Due to my particular way of being, my thoughts may vary from one to the other.

I hope the reader of this blog enjoys reading my written thoughts. By doing this, you’ll know me a little better and yet not know anything at all about me. 


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