Weekly Challenge

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*Hold your vision of peace clearly in your mind each day.*

My everlasting best-friends

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I had a revelation the other day.

It was about words, and how no matter what anybody ever says or does to me,

They are mine.

They are mine to keep.

They are mine to hold.

They are mine to carry around on a scrap piece of notebook paper, hidden from the world in my pocket. No one can see them, but they are there.

They are mine to recite over and over in my head until I know I will never forget them, because I put them neatly into the file folders of my mind.

They are mine to savor like a frosty ice-cream cone on a humid summer day, and they are mine to feel sweet and fresh on my tongue.

They are my company on bitter winter nights, to cuddle up with like a teddy bear, and to make me feel warm inside again.

They never die like a plant or get old like clothes.

They stay, like faithful friends, and they are there to catch me when I fall.

It sticks with you...

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I have decided to stick with love.

Hate is too great a burden to bear.

~Martin Luther King Jr.

"Dream on Repeat"- A Poem

 I have this reoccurring dream that I am in heaven.

When I arrive, I am sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake.

I will mention that the lake is clear.

In the lake, I can see Earth, and everyone I’ve ever met.

I see my mother, washing dishes in the sink, her face blank as a stone, in shock about what had happened, and how she didn’t do enough to have prevented it.

I see my father, watching television, but he seems to be looking through the television at something faraway, something to save him, because he didn’t think he’d need saving.

I see my brother, playing with his Legos, but his arms fall limp and lifeless with no imagination to bring them to life, and the Legos seem to be in black-and-white to him now, the colors drained like his energy.

I see my best-friend, doing homework, while angrily fiddling with her pencil, then biting the end, realizing she is going to have to do her laughing and crying on her own.

I see my crush, staring at a pixel on his computer screen, his mouth open in speechlessness of what he’d let go, and how he now understands the meaning of “life is short.”

I see the “it” group at school; now realizing everything they usually discuss would be too minuscule and stupid to even bring up now, like a gnat in the silence.

 I see the people from church, holding candles and praying, asking God why he had to choose me, and not some other kid, and then the surprise on their faces after they thought those words, thinking it couldn’t have been them that had said that.

I see my teachers, sitting in their empty classrooms at the end of the day, loosening their ties and slipping off their high-heels, pausing to grieve over what I could have become, and what I could have changed in the world.

I see time passing.

I see people changing.

I see worlds evolving.

I see life,

And how it never really ends,

But keeps starting over,

Like a favorite song on repeat.

Weekly Challenge

*Do not let a day pass without making one person feel good.* 

Vampire Weekend- "I Think Ur A Contra"

"I had a feeling once

that you and I
Could tell each other everything 

for two months.

But even without hope, 

with truth on our side
When you turn away from me, 

it's not right."

~Vampire Weekend