Jealousy.

My Father moved through dooms of Love

- E.E. Cummings

"and nothing quite so least as truth.
--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all"




This was a long poem, but I couldn't stop reading it.  The way E.E. Cummings writes, makes you want to keep reading and figure out exactly what he's trying to say.  I think it's talking about how good love can be when you feel the different emotions when you love someone; also how horrible love can be.  The main point though, is no matter how bad or hard you love someone, you can't protect them from hurt and things that you can't control.

I had no idea what this poem even meant.  This poem has so many different sides to it, it has deeper meanings and he says things without saying them; it makes me want to write like him.

This is for You.

This is for you.


This, this is for the undecided majors.  This is for the loners.  This is for the teenagers cursed with love.  This is for the heartbroken.  This is for the greasers and the preps and the jocks and the nerds.

Stop and breathe.

This is for the fat girls.  This is for the skinny guys.  This is for the anorexic.  This is for the bingers and the geeks and the police chiefs. This is for the heartbroken mothers and the brothers out fighting in war.  This is for the tear drops and the failures.

Stop and breathe.

This is for the people who used to believe in love.  This is for those who still believe in love.  This is for the people who gave up.  This is for the sinners, the winners.  This is for the liars and cheaters.  This is for the criers and the believers.  This is for the stoners and those who let their dream fall right through their fingers.

Stop and breathe.  Take a minute to soak it all up.  Because all this, is the reality folks.  When you're dying to change and changing to live instead of die.  When you're fighting against the pain and can't help but ask if you're still sane.  When you are trying to forget all the bad and ignore all the rotten things in your life; Stop and breathe.

Don't waste another second of your freaking life.
Yeah, you're barely above the surface, but you're not dead.
So, stop and breathe.
It, will be alright.

Inspiration from Gandhi.

This is probably something you have heard before.  Something everyone else says because, at the end of the day, we are all the same.

But we're not all the same.  If we were all the same, it would be a pretty boring life....
If we could all rhyme like that one guy,
or all jump off a cliff and fly.
If we could all sing, cook, dance, and play the sax,
It'd be boring to the max.

We wouldn't be able to call ourselves unique.
But who is unique in a world full of seven billion people?

I keep forgetting to be different.
I keep forgetting to be the one to speak out to you.
To be the one to stand up and say something's not okay.
I keep forgetting that sometimes, you need to be out of your comfort zone.
I keep forgetting to be real, and I want to be real, for every second of my life.  For every second that counts.

Because it's so easy to blend in, so easy to not be seen, because there are so many people.

When do we own ourselves completely?

Because we're too busy trying to be like everyone else.  Too busy trying to be normal and avoid being a minority.

You know, no one has this whole life thing figured out.
But let me tell you something.

At the end of the day, I don't want to be like everyone else.
I want to own myself and not rely on what people think of me.
At the end of the day, I want to be just me.  Something no one has seen before.

You may have heard something like this before; it's because it's the stuff that makes us a little bit different yet the same.

Inspiration.
And tonight's not the last time I'm gonna see the light.