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Sticks and stonesIt's a fact of life that hurt is painful. Of course, when you read that, you're probably thinking "Naw, really? Of course it does!"
However, if we stopped to think about it, we would realize how much hurt hurts and on how many different levels hurt hurts. But the thing is, no matter how much or how little we feel some sort of hurt, the pain is still there, and it didn't necessarily have to happen. If it was preventative, it is better to take the ill-tasting medicine than to get- or stay- sick. But when you purposefully injure someone, it is just wrong. The old saying about sticks and stones is a flat out lie. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are devastating.
Common GroundWhat does everybody have in common?
Everybody feels. We all have emotions, no matter how hard we try to bury them, whether they are happy or angry or whatever. Everybody feels, just like you do. If something would hurt you, chances are it would hurt somebody else too. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean "do unto others as you would have them do to you" because then some people would go around giving everybody hand jobs, while others would end up giving everybody cookies and there would be an increase in diabetes throughout the world. So, as you can see, this isn't necessarily the way to go.
What is the way to go is to use your own feelings to be sensitive to other people's feelings. I know that everyone is capable of doing this because of how many people abuse that power to hurt people. What we need to do is use the power so that the only time we DO hurt people, it's to redirect them into a path that would be,
Adorned with RegretAllow me a moment to be Frank..
fine.. fine.. you can be Bob.
I was at the movies tonight, happy as a lark,
lost in my latest cinematic fix and all the while laughter from behind
drew my attention. It was obnoxiously loud yes, but real.
Heartfelt laughter. As the movie wore on though, I sensed something more.
Tried to make out her face but it was too dark. Hair covering half of it,
very short emo style in nature. She sat alone. Laughed alone.
Loud enough so that she felt like she was with the rest of us.
With her bestfriends watching a movie.
The preppy girls a few chairs down from her looking at her like a lost little lunatic. There was a pang of sympathy for her in the micro story i concocted without real basis.
In time it abated. The movie ended.
And I turned to my friend to discuss the film, getting my nerd on.
In the background of my discussion I heard her talking aloud to herself.
Softly. The very things I was speaking about, her eyes shyly glancing at me
as if pleading for me to
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
... and nobody cares.Can you see these empty eyes, screaming for help? No you can't.
Oh come on, you're not sick! I can't see it! Your answer was. You're thinking of me as a malingerer, don't try to tell me otherwise. You think I'm one of the comfortably sick to get through life easy.
Have you ever asked yourself why you (still) live? What is worth for living? When all problems hail down on you at once and you threaten to suffocate, seeing all your plans and dreams destroyed, you won't consider giving up, don't you?
Come get your ass up, lazy f*ck and get a job again, I once heard you yelling at me. Afterwards I'm asking myself – do you, so called friend, even know me at all? Do you know that the pressure of my past has crushed me into an unstable pile of mood swings, suicide thoughts and psychosomatic sickness? Probably not, because if you'd know me you wouldn't hurt me with your words.
But there are loads of therapists out there, don't whine into my ears any longer, go get your hea
The gentleman with the paper napkin rose!Lonely and heart broken,
I was that night.
I walked out of my hotel room,
right into the bar and into it's magical atmosphere,
beautiful belly dancers,
I sat down and got me a drink,
wanting to drawn,
all of my feelings,
my love, my life.
wanting to be cold,
not wanting to feel anything,
betrayal is a painful
thing to remember!
So I wanted the ability to forget,
since forgiving was much too soon
for my broken heart.
So intense was this pain,
many years later
I still carry it's scars.
and without looking I was at the distance,
welcomed by someone's interest...
There he was looking at me,
and for the longest time
I could not look away, I got hypnotize
by his Indian eyes...
From a paper napkin he made me a flower,
I thought of this detail for hours.
He walked to me and reached for my hands,
placing the object of his creation between my fingers.
He must have made this flowers a thousand times,
because as he did,
he never stopped looking at my eye
The True ArtistThe true artist is within,
He/She probably don't do it for a living.
They work 40+ hours at a job, but dream of art,
And save for the next project, for the next brush, for the next lens.
There is a million things in their way, distractions, obstacles,
Yet they still create, those are the true artists, that do it for the love.
They don't get recognition, or a million likes every time they burp.
They don't have staff to stock studios, or load film, or move lights or promote their vision,
They work their hours, save their energy, and use their spare time to create,
These are the artists that you want to know, and be around, and support with your body, your thoughts, and your money.
fellow adventurers and others who want to donti know its been a long time sense she commited suicide but i just recently found out about Amanda Todd the poor girl she just couldnt handle it anymore i wanted to say that it gets better i should know and today im gonna tell you my story
it was an ordanary day in the dew household yes dew as in mountain dew anyway i was deppresed tho that wasnt unusual for me knowing my past it was diffrent this time it was like my deppression was worse then ever i went into my brothers old room to look at pictures because hes at collage so i was missing him then i noticed his clouset was open now ya see he had a real sword in that clouset and i saw it i thought to myself i-its to much i cant handle it anymore i picked the sword up and almost drew it getting ready to drive it right through my 9 year old chest but then i thought to myself why am i doing this all its gonna do is make my family missrable and i dont
4 Dead ChordsI’m here, with the darkness embracing me, trying to sleep. My eyes, full of tears, want to sleep, listening to those things that makes me feel bad in the middle of the night, listening to my thoughts written by other mind, but are mine. I know the reason of the sad midnight, when the sky has closed the window and no one can see the spirits, walking lonely roads.
Maybe I took another wrong way, or the wrong way took me, with a beautiful smile and deep black eyes, asking me if I was truly happy all this time without Starlight; I wasn’t, those days were wasted moments in my life. There’s nothing to see inside a womb, where you are isolated and peaceful with yourself, thinking about the day you had.
I’m drowning in memories, and cry, the droplets that my lung has.
BlueHis name was Blue. He was called this way because of the colour of his eyes. To say the truth, his eyes weren't blue, they were something between green and light blue. It was up to the light to decide the colour his eyes would be in a certain moment. He was a sensitive, sweet and introvert guy. He was a great lover of Art. In his opinion, the Art was one of the greatest expressions of the human faculties, as well as a way to escape from reality. He liked philosophy, difficult things and the human brain. He didn't like chaos and he didn't like to stay among too many people. He used to invite few close friends to his birthday parties, and anyway he liked to spend them with his family. Blue was war and peace, calm and anxiety, sweetness and cruelty.
Blue is in love with Novocaine, an idea of perfection. Blue is searching for his Novocaine. Blue is Novocaine's man, I am Blue!
When and WhyWhen is a good time to get hurt?
The only good time is to get hurt a little before we get hurt a lot, like how bracing yourself from falling can sting, but it hurts a lot worse when you don't. When you are preventing a bigger pain, it is ok, but there are still ways to make the hurt less painful. Just use your own feelings to be sensitive of theirs.
So if that's the only time when it's ok to hurt, why do we do we hurt people all those other times?
It's because we are insecure about something and don't know how to react to certain people. Some people react more viciously to more people than others because everyone also handles their problems differently. For example, children in the same environment, like siblings, usually turn out completely different. Just like people that have faced the same pains have different ways of turning out because of it.
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