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I recently have been exposed to a topic that has me stumbling. Why is it that this generation (12-25 yr.) feel the most non responsible for their lives. Feel like everything should be handed to them. That if something is not perfect for their convenience such as work or discipline, it is not going to be tolerated. That everything is just going to end up the way it’s supposed to. No work required. We can’t blame it just on the kids. The parents have contributed a great deal, along with the media and the extravagant electronic development.

This upcoming generation is also the first to have more youth grow up without fathers than the ones with them. We are the Fatherless Generation. More than 1/3 of this generation has grown up without a father figure in their household.

It’s surprising how much time people take worrying and thinking about what other people think of you. Or thinking about other peoples lives. It’s like we strive for greatness through other people. Or maybe we look for reason and existence. Truth and understanding. Maybe we are resistant and jealous of someone who acts like they don’t have a worry or trouble in the world. Maybe you wish you had a perfect life, with a perfect everything perceived to the world as the perfect life, by much of the world around you.

Is our life anything? Is there a reason for our existence? In your life is everyone really there Or is it just a big lie or trick that our minds are playing on us. Are there worlds that created us in pity and for play? As if they are playing, and our minds, communities, countries, and Nations are their game pieces. –“I wonder if I make this nation obtain power and enforce torment on these inhabitants if this (?) will be affected and, I wonder what would happen?” --

We are a simple snow globe being shaken for pure amusement… what if?

We stand as individuals but exist as a group. With different beliefs and accusations. Relating from a religious standpoint; How could God listen to each one of us. Much less hear at all. It’s funny how one person thinks God is theirs and tends to all of their needs in life, but yet he is shared and does this for everyone. its almost as if each person would have to have their own god. He who holds every tear. Answers every prayer. He who is there to listen.

But if so and there is only one god, How does he achieve such greatness. AND what about different religions? Catholic says one thing Baptist and Methodist say another. And Nondenominational preach against them all and believe in something else altogether.

Conception is key. They all believe in a bible, but all read and perceive it in a different manor. If one church says it is wrong to do one thing that another church preaches to have as an every day part of your life, and if you were to disobey you would go straight to hell. Which church goes to hell? Does one?

And IF SO…

What about the People who believe in different religions such as Hindu, one of the worlds oldest practiced religion, as well as the worlds 3rd widely practiced. They believe in reincarnation, Hindu mythology, ceremonies for life and death.

And religions that believe in No god or many, are they going to be sent to Hell? When they think we are to ones going to hell? Is one of these religions right? Will one prevail over another? Is there a Hell?

Someone who lives in a screwed up household that maybe wants to die, to get away from it all, is going to finally kill herself because she finally wants for everything to be over. is she going to be sent to hell? To live in Misery for the rest of Her Life?

I DON’T think so… and if so there is No god. And he has no heart.

I know this is a very controversial subject to talk about but somebody’s got to. This kind of thing happens all the time. Happens to the best of people, girls and guys. Who have grown up in poverty and household hell, with alcoholic parents, in abusive relationships. Trying to withhold their tears from reality, the terror, humility, insecurity, pain, and suffering builds up and decays their self esteem and self image. Making the only place to yearn for is where nothing hurts. And where everything would just go away. And people sit around and judge them. People that have no place and have No Idea what they are going through. its infuriating! No one has any place to judge unless they have been through the same misery. And those who have: Don’t Judge!

Do NOT get me wrong, I believe in God but I think people look at him for more than he actually is. For he is there to help us through tuff times, to help us find purpose, but people can not shove god down peoples throats’ and make it aperitif for them to believe. They just rebel and think in circles. And if our God is an amazing God as people all say, how does he send innocent souls and spirits to Hell? And possibly just because they did not listen to their calling, and were not raised to look for one.

I was Once told that there are three topics you never discuss with people
1. Religion
2. Sex
3. Politics
And frankly those are my three favorite things to talk about. I like to hear peoples opinions. People feel strongly about those three things and its always on an A and B playing field. Usually it causes an argument or a loud disagreeing conversation, but its not my fault people don’t think other people can have an opinion that does not agree with theirs, and Only theirs is right. Its not my fault people can’t see It from both sides of the fence.

I could argue both sides to any argument. Hands Down. But I choose to pick a side and stick with it. If people want to argue, I wont. ill listen to them. I’ll say what I need to say, and I’ll walk away. its as simple as that. Once someone’s mind is made up, and they refuse to listen to what you have to say, there is frankly no changing it. Just a waste of breath. Because it takes guts to admit what you have lived by your whole life, is a lie, few will ever guess upon it.

BUT is it? Who are we has Human beings to choose from right or wrong, from someone’s truth and understanding to another MAYBE it’s been all the lies and opinions that has made what we call truth.

Things I say contradict other things that I say but that does not mean I believe less or more of one. I believe in all my heart: both. Even if they may be opposites. I’ve been preached to that God knows who and what you will do with your life, way before your mamma ever even thinks about winking at your father, And I believe that. sort of. I’ve also been preached to that abortion makes God angry because God had a story and a plan for that baby created in his image.

But if God knows all, and all about you, He should know that the other man He created will take what you would have been, from existence. So how could he be “mad”? If He knew/ knows ALL, he knew before you were even thought of being created, that you would not be a part of this world. He gave us free Will and the ability to think and fend for ourselves. He gave us minds and smarts, and the ability to constantly grow as a society.

I don’t personally agree with abortion. Not the worst possible situation could push me to end a life, but I was brought up in a household that doesn’t agree with it. But unlike the rest of my family, I can see into other people’s lives and understand that it is an acceptable thing to do. And who am I to tell someone what is right and what is wrong that has to do with their body; not mine. I am Far from being All Knowing, SO for all I know, we are all wrong, maybe everything happens for a reason, maybe we all live in a made up world we think is reality. When truly we are all the oblivious ones to what is right in front of us. Maybe we are all the ones who shun and look over Our Calling for what should be.

I was once talking to a friend and she told me that ‘maybe heaven, or what you believe happens after your body dies, even if it is just ‘over’, is true?’ Maybe whatever you want or believe will happen after you die, will happen. That whatever you thought or wanted it to be, it would? OR maybe its not imaginable.

Who really KNOWS::: Are we all going to end up in the same place? People that don’t believe in our heaven and know nothing of it will end up there and be disappointed? or are we going to end up in theirs? or may we will be reincarnated? and be disappointed? or unknowing that we have been? Or go no where. Maybe its just over. Life is our adventure, and we should live life to the fullest, because when its over, its over.

Can you imagine not living? and dying? and not going anywhere…

Maybe if you want to come back as a squirrel or a monarch butterfly, Or maybe the wind or snow. OR you want to become an angle and walk with Jesus. Or maybe you stay where you are most happiest, such as sitting on a park bench holding to hand of the one you loved, all old and wrinkly, and happy.

What is Life?
Simple joy- laughs and giggles
childhood- discipline and learning and nurturing

A bunch of goodbyes

Chapters of the past; never to revisit, things you forget, things you cant.

Everything disappears and nothing in your life matters.

opposite forces attract toward each other and cause the catastrophic unforgettable undesirable indescribable event of your lifetime.

Pride is a crutch of the insecure.

Teens are oblivious to suffering, pain, fear,…

why is it that infants like to run around naked and don’t like clothes. is it because they don’t have that feeling you get of embarrassment and the immoral touch it is in our society to be seen unclothed and lawfully wide of the mark…

you don’t have to teach a kid how to crawl up in their parents lap. whys that?

everything happens for a reason- if only we knew that reason…

-- God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.--
This quote is a deliberate and obvious exaggeration used for effect. “He’s everywhere. He sees everything,” it is basing what she says on religious beliefs. No one, or nothing we have scientifically proven to be true, can be everywhere at once. Nor can see everything. His faith, in a way has told him what he is saying is “true”, but who will ever know? What happens after we are deceased is unknown to man, but is frequently pondered about and exaggerated to fulfill our past and present religious standpoints. What he said may or may not have been true, but more than likely was a figment of his, and many others’, imaginations.
God plays a big part in my life, although I have mixed conceptions of the super natural face put upon his shoulders by his servants, I love him with all of my heart. I believe God was not, and never will be an actual person, or a sprit of any sort. I believe he is thought of as more than the creator of emotions and freewill, but when he gave us those, we created everything else: wars, destruction, torment, agony, anguish; everything that most people blame and place over his head. He does not exist in this world. He is everywhere, (to me) means you take a good look around and you see people who are compassionate, and affectionate, and strong willed: all the things you would think God would consist of. He sees everything, (to me) means remember that someone, whether its your mom, dad, your grandparents, neighbor, or an infant is watching your every move, and contemplating repetition of your actions. We are all Gods’ people, and we alone affect the outcome of each other.

“Those who do not feel pain, seldom think that it is felt.”
----Samuel Johnson

Everyone feels pain, either through their own misfortunes, or others. It may be from: a death, a breakup, a divorce, a miscarriage, a fight, debt, an injury, a loss, the list goes on and on forever. The point is, seldom people have not dealt with pain.
When your friends and family are hurt, you try to pick them as far up as possible.
Now, let’s say your home was swept away by a flood. All of your family members got out safe, but you then had nowhere to live. Then you realized that your insurance didn’t pay for floods. What do you do? If you’re not rich, and then you spent all your money trying to get a home to live in, and then you’re broke, what is there to do? The same thing if a hurricane or tornado hits, they are all devastating losses to the whole block, the whole city. Unless you have a horrible tragedy placed upon our shoulders such as these, you don’t even think about who cleans it all up.
You might think it is the government, or the people whose lives got put to a sudden halt, and it is, but it is also the companies that got unnamed, the organizations behind the scenes. The unmentioned can give the most hope. In the corporation “There’s No Place like Home” New Hampshire Students Build Houses and Help Disaster Victims Restart Their Lives. It is a non-profit faith organization that works solely for the feeling of another’s hope for a future. The homes they build are standard three bedroom, two bath, and at the rate of two homes a year, they make the difference of being out on the streets or in a warm home for families in high places. The business Convio for Disaster and International Relief have successful relief efforts that on immediate response in the wake of a catastrophic event that save lives and help the helpless. The Red Cross has grown and became the number one contacted disaster and relief program. Those who work for the Red Cross believe it is a blessing to be there and give someone something they are without.

“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”
-----John Howard Payne

Though there are many organizations to help out with a disaster, there’s not enough! The organization There’s No Place like Home, helps families, but not enough! We need more businesses, more companies, and more organizations to help with the disasters. You may not hear about many disasters, but not all disasters have to be as horrific as Hurricane Katrina! Tragedies happen everywhere at any time. Count to six, - another disaster has just taken place. Count to six, helpless, innocent people just died in a storm they couldn’t prevent. Count to six, another family just lost their home.
So, somebody needs to step up and come out of their shell, and help. Help the families, the communities, the counties in need.

Born to a single mom, almost two months after my father died in a tragic car incident you can pretty much imagine how my life went. My mom did the best anyone could have done in the situation; she kept moving forward. Difficult things take a long time to overcome; impossible things take a little longer. That’s what my great grandma said before she died of old age about five years ago. When I was little I didn’t appreciate it as much as I did after she passed. Ever since then, that little saying of hers became my way to stay optimistic about most everything.
Now almost fifteen years after what seemed to be the end of all bliss, I have what I call an acceptable life. After my mom married again when I was nine years old her and my step father have had their differences, as all couples have. Just recently my mother and I have found that my step father has put us in financial debt and has been unfaithful at some stage in their marriage, but they are working through it. Difficult things take a long time to overcome; impossible things take a little longer.
Since my step father has been the only father figure in my life, I have to respect him. Sometimes it just gets annoying when he tells me to do something I always let myself slip and mention something along the lines of “…you’re not my dad…you will never be…don’t tell me what to do…” I know that there is nothing he can do about it, so I try to keep that conversation from happening. Difficult things take a long time to overcome; impossible things take a little longer. I guess I just have high expectations for my father, due to the fact that I have never, will never meet and get to know the real thing.
When I am having a bad day, either after listening to my parents argue, or simply I just had a long stress filled agenda, I have to write. I write poetry all the time, ever since the beginning of my seventh grade year. My most recent one is about the every day troubles with my mom and step dad.

Who is it to me to deprive you of your happiness,
and who is it to you to take away my sadness?
You take one step closer every time I discolor the twisted time on my hands,
Your unbreakable wall of protection, that I used to envy,
waves at my uninhabitable new beginning.
My radical experiences have deactivated the once pleasure to strengthen and fight for my will power,
the one that you have so unconsciously taken away.
My once hot heart,
has turned ever so icy on the contrary of a part of me that has the essence to remain unseen.
If I shall cry a tear upon the soft lips of time
and guess upon the dimmed and unspoken for,
you shall not retreat to your enhanced picture of reality,
even though it kills you inside.
Look deep inside and take a good look around,
this is as perfect as life gets.
If you don’t want to be let down listen close to the sound of your conscience pounding on my heart,.
pushing me further and further away.
Listen and watch,
as your child’s weakening glow gets shoved deeper and deeper into the mud beneath your feet.
At your expense.

Writing helps me to express my feelings without inquiry from my peers. It’s something I can do that makes me unique. No one has thought of the same words as I, and in the same situation as I. They say that you can only write a ‘good’ poem if you are in a pretty bad life state, and the approximately three-hundred sum that I have accumulated over the years speak for themselves. Writing poetry helps me to overtake the difficult circumstances that knock at my doorstep, and leave me helpless grasping for air. Difficult things take a long time to overcome; impossible things take a little longer. That’s what I live by, for now and forever. Always be patient with the strength to overcome.

How is any one person supposed to know who they want to become? How is anyone going to know what is going to become of them, before it happens? (Which unless it has already happened)
Like one day they wake-up, and they just know; what they are going to be, and who they are going to become. Though I myself can’t say that at all, I do know those who can. It seems they have their life planned out for themselves. As I just sit here envious of their choices and knowing that there are many, many opportunities for me in the long run, I can’t say for certain who I will become. It scares me to know whatever I choose to persue, is what my life will become.
When my teachers or friends ask me what college I want to go to, or what I want to major in, I freeze. Seeing many around me answering with no hesitation, it makes me think that I’m the only one who has no idea. The thought of having a choice is hard enough for me to grasp, but making such an important decision so early in my life seems like trying to locate a needle in a haystack. (Then worrying that when I find it, I’ll realize that I shouldn’t have put it in there in the first place.)
Then there are the choices that come after school and education. Such as: do I get married? If I do, will I have children? Questions, which I have thought about.
After I start my career, whatever it may be, I’ll start really getting into my work, then at just the wrong moment, the perfect guy will come along, and we’ll fall in love. I don’t want to have a child, like I don’t want to have labor. I want to adopt or have a surrogate. The thought of that much pain makes my stomach churn. There are many children that get put up for adoption, and end up with no family. One day I can give one of those children someone who loves them, a family. If it’s a girl: Ashlyn-Rose and if it’s a boy… I don’t know.
As you can see I really don’t have even half of my life planned out, and even if I did, it may not turn out I would want it now to end up like. I think that whatever God wants me to end up doing. That’s what I’ll do. Sure it’s the choices that I make, that will get me there, but it’s the turn of every corner, and the backtrack of all of the bumps in the road that will steer me to a place where I belong.

#583
Mr. Brown
Spiritual, holy, emphasis, missionary
Child of god
Lover of god, and all the makes him.
Who feels lasting love of the Lord.
Who needs converts like a baby needs his mother.
Who fears chaos too close to home.
Who gives the greens, succulent and rich to those with poor structures to stand upon.
Who would like to see the church overtake and rule.
Resident of the holy church.
Brown

{writin freshman year for a books character}

#697
Is it the moods, good or bad, that you love about the people you love? Is it the fact that they have them, or the point that you know them without the bad ones, that draw you near and dear?
-When they are in a bad mood and you still love them, is it b/c you love them even though they are being mean, or because you love that they are that way? or able to be that way? and thats who they are
-if a guy is being an *butt head, do you love them while they are being one because like you love that a guy can be a *but, or do you love them even though they are being one?
-Do you love every part of them? or just the good parts
-you gotta love that they can be *mean, not a pushover, right? you gotta love that they are able to be a *buthead to someone who maybe clearly needs a talking to.
-SO do you love that the person you love can be in a bad mood because that is part of who the person you love is, or does the bad ways they act not have to do with who they are? and since you know who they realy are you do not mind them being in a bad mood?
i dont know How i love you. you cant explaine it
love is something you feel.
its a natural emotion you put toward certian people
like i know why but i dont know how.
i will be there and love you when youre being a *home wrecker, becase i know who you are when youre not acting like it.

the thing is i fall for girls really quick
i fell for you then first 4 days we started talking. i knew i wanted to be with you for a long long time, but didnt know how you felt about it
i want to be with you for forever.
...usually only the medoker redneck chicks fall for me.
so when i met you i didnt think it was going to happen
four months i was alone and confused and broken.

We are eachothers Angles. Sent by god to save one another. to Love one another

* name, phrase, contex changed for writers prefrence

#89
The sounds of owls,
and the lanterns glow,
all a sign of peace.
The sun is like a warning
to fall into deep sleep,
stars, the great trails to be followed.

The empty stomachs,
and the contant hiding,
all signs of poverty.
Black and white,
just the same,
but for some reason,
all the slaves are put to shame.

If only you could look past
the differences and laws,
and see the only reason for
the hatred so tall,
is the horrific situation placed
upon our shoulders.

The running, and
failed attempts to escape,
only make you stronger.
The lashes and scars,
too hard for one to handle.
The tears and blood have
come and gone, all that's left
is the regret of slavery,
and the unfifilled search
for Freedom.

You might like it you might not,
butto them all that matterd
were the sounds of owls,
and the lanterns glow.
All the sounds of peace,
and the stars,
the great trails to be
followed.

The mended hearts,
and the healed scars
are really all that matters.
Everyone remembers when
freedom struck the land,
and the
Emancipation Proclamation
put all the minds,
and souls of slaves no more
at peace,
because then we finally knew
We were,
Free at last,
Free at last,
think God almighty,
We were All free,
at last.

{wrote it for an 8th grade social studies project... something to do with some slavery book. that had pictures. hah}

A brother that critisizes your weight
and your self image
it ruins your self esteem
The mother with changing seasons...........

{ok the story with this one is that i got really mad at my family all at once, so i came and typed it up real quick. it was about 5 times longer and way better and included all my family members and it was probably the best poem iv writtin all week . so then i pressed the Preview button, and then all the sudden my computer went GAY and i lost the poem = [ i sad}

#13
Hate turns the world into a black; pitiless hole.
The silence is dreadful
The blood in your mouth is horrific
It smells like the fire,
that is wearing away on what is left of your heart.
Hatred is the face of every widow
every victim
And it is the feeling of brokeness,
and Misunderstanding that takes a toll on you,
deep inside.