Spiraling (A Short Poem)

Missing You

I miss you so much.

I wish I could see you a bunch.

But I have to ask...

Do you miss me too? ‘Cause to me, all of our good memories are in the past.

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I wish- I wish I could just stop feeling. Cause I care for you but I guess you just never felt the same way.... Here I am still hung up on every single word you tell me. Each look that comes my way. The sight of you makes me feel everything all over again.... No matter how much I want it to stop.

Thoughts from a Gemini girl that writes

Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to you advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Please (Poem)

Please,

treat me like one of you.

You always say you do,

but was that ever really true?

Please,

don’t ever change.

Just because to it was a game.

That I never mattered,

and just leave me here in tatters.

Please, 

just stay.

I become down when you go away.

Please,

I’m even using a begging tone....

Because I want to forget what it’s like to be alone.

The star maker says, "It is not so bad" The dream maker's going to make you mad The spaceman says, "Everybody look down It's all in your mind"

Spaceman by The Killers

Our Lord has deigned to explain this mystery to me. He showed me the book of nature, and I understood that every flower created by Him is beautiful, that the brilliance of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not lessen the perfume of the violet or the sweet simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all the lowly flowers wished to be roses, nature would lose its springtide beauty, and the fields would no longer be enameled with lovely hues. And so it is in the world of souls, Our Lord’s living garden. He has been pleased to create great Saints who may be compared to the lily and the rose, but He has also created lesser ones, who must be content to be daisies or simple violets flowering at His Feet, and whose mission it is to gladden His Divine Eyes when He deigns to look down on them. And the more gladly they do His Will the greater is their perfection….. As the sun shines both on the cedar and on the floweret, so the Divine Sun illumines every soul, great and small, and all correspond to His care—just as in nature the seasons are so disposed that on the appointed day the humblest daisy shall unfold its petals.

Saint Therese

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)

Some of the words you’ll find within yourself, the rest some power will inspire you to say.

Homer