Influence

People weave back and forth through our lives

And each one has made his or her mark

Slightly touching or even fully embracing

Marking us with their successes and failures

Leaving us with their dreams and hopes

Weighing us down with their expectations

Softening us with their love

Hardening us with their cruelty

Each one influencing us to grow

Sometimes teaching us without even realizing their power

Breaking us down to the very core

So that we can see cold hard reality

Awakening us to our inner beauty

To the truth we sometimes struggle to see

Seeing a resemblance in us of the people they loved

Fixating on us goals that maybe we’re not meant to reach

Influencing us so that we in turn

Influence those in need of our touch

Thanks to the people who have influenced me even in the slightest way during my life<3

Oh My Dear

I promised myself that I would write faithfully in here.. yet here I am again -.-

My days consist of nothing but sleeping and eating lately

but today I went out and had an extra dinner, tutti frutti yogurt,

and getting myself hit on the shoulder because my friend likes

to drive the car as his passengers go in out purely for his own

enjoyment..hahah good times though

ok I promise to write diligently, I really do

oh and one more thing...

Simple yet complicating

You look up when you really need to look down

You spin around when you're really supposed to go straight

You listen, but you just don't do it anyways

But if it weren't for us being so darn different

Then life wouldn't be filled with these nonsensical things

And face it, the edge of it all would just go away

And somehow you'd find yourself questioning

Whether rhyme and reason really are the best guidance

Starting Over

the product of thinking too long & hard

brings about the recollections

that once broke my heart

I can imagine so clearly

your eyes, face, and lips

soothing... with that look of pure adoration

it still kills me that you've pushed me so far

disbelieving when you're really deep down believing

it's the hope I unwillingly still cling on to

secretly waiting even after hearing your voice of "NO"

maybe it's attachment, I don't really know

but you've moved me in a way

where I can never return home

with you in the room

I would never even know

the wasted hours of the world

intertwining through our lives

to you it's a burden

you've dropped, kicked, and burned

to me, well

it'd bring joy in my life

but my Father, the author & protector of my life

tells me "Daughter, let go, it's time to move on"

and with that reminder

I shrug it all off

to look to the one who always knows better

for what I have planned is amazingly miniscule

compared to His, which is beyond & unconditional