Our deepest fear......
What is your deepest fear?
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
Marianne Williamson
Lost.....
I used to go to sleep with the hope that tomorrow would be a better day, now that hope is gone.
I used to go to sleep alone and wake to a world filled with people, now that world is empty.
I used to go to sleep knowing my life had a purpose, now that purpose is fading.
I used to go to sleep knowing I was alive, now that fact is blurred.
I used to go to sleep with an idea of who I was, now that person is suffocating.
I used to go to sleep with a picture of who I was becoming, now that picture is marred.
I used to go to sleep with a fiery passion for existence, now that fire has dimmed.
I used to go to sleep with a genuine smile, now that smile has left…..
And I don’t know if it is coming back.
I used to go to sleep as me, now that person is lost.
i really really cant sleep
Up late again
Well something always sets it off
Maybe someone's face and that's all it takes
What's wrong with a romantic whose soft
Here I go for days so I write just in case
Sometimes I wonder, when was way back then
And I know, I'll be up late again.
This could go on for quite some time
Is it wrong to think, or is it just me
I know I'm stepping way out of line
But you're the reason I sing, your not just some thing
Sometimes I wonder, when was way back then?
And I know, I'll be up late again.
Maybe it's just late night thinkin
The clock was tickin back then
And I know I'll be up late
I know I'll be up late
I know I'll be up late -- again
--Tyler Hilton
Insomnia
I miss the girl, and the cigarettes
And the more I try, the more that I forget
To think of you is a flash to find
To think of you I find my light to pass the time
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
I miss the girl and I lost my light
So I'm stumbling through this hollow room for peace of mind
I find that I am going over everything I've said to you, for you
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
You want me to be that better one
Time goes slowly with you only
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia my friend
Insomnia, insomnia
I miss the girl whose not impressed by
Insomnia and my cigarette light, my cigarette light
--Tyler hilton
IF ONLY THIS WAS THE BLOODY REASON I CAN'T SLEEP.......
but it isn't...... oh help me....... give me a pill or something...
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Losing our way
And Hansel said to Gretel,
"Let us drop these breadcrumbs so that together, we find our way home,
because to lose our way would be the most cruel of things."
This year I lost my way.
And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate,
but losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
The journey lasted months,
sometimes I traveled alone, sometimes there were others who took the wheel.
And took my heart.
But when the destination was reached,
it wasn't me who arrived, it wasn't me at all.
And once you've lost yourself, you have two choices;
Find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.
Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you've been,
and remeber the person you were meant to be,
the person you wanted to be.
The person you are.
--From One Tree hill....
deep stuff man... deep stuff...
Its not always true dat the person you are is the person you are showing the world...
how many times have ya conformed to do the thing deemed most acceptable among your group? but that thing is not wad you would have done...... im guilty of that all the time, im guilty of making others act or behave other then who they truely are. facades.....
Im just glad the SJI bunch didnt perpetuate this falseness. miss you lot, a lot!
Change......
I want to let you know....
That people always change.
It is something no one can feign
The forces that move us remain untamed
You can never stay the way you claim
No one is always the same
Time is the element that takes it all
It bares it away in hidden halls
Like the sea carving the wind swept shores
Time relentlessly moulds our souls' core
Nothing can be the same as before
Darkness is all that remains of this
People are often lost in this abyss
They all have the same wish
To finally find some peace
But the journey in darkness will never cease
But sometimes......
Just sometimes,
People find each other in the dark
The good kind......
Heaven sent, I am living a dream
No change is ever as it seems.
Dreading the former yet anticipating the latter,
He ensures that everything is better.
He set me down upon this new land,
Alone among strangers I stand.
Threading theses unfamilar streets,
My way as a man i seek.
If I could so ask for another wish,
Because I can't get enough of this.
At the end of this opportunity,
I hope with my entirety,
That time lost with people of my kind,
I shall again find.
blackie.....
I wanna be a black man,
Like Daniel Nonis,
But I could never be that tan.
How swift he runs,
Practising for track,
That’s how he gets his precious tight buns.
Oh yes, of them he is proud,
‘Firmest in the land’
He will proclaim to any crowd.
I wonder how over the years,
He has been able to live his life,
With those big wing like ears.
And he thinks he is so tough,
With all his bulging muscles,
But honestly, he is all fluff.
Even putting physical qualities aside,
He has virtues aplenty,
But he will never forget his backside.
Always doing the right thing,
He is the utmost gentleman,
But you wouldn’t want to hear him sing.
No matter what he tries to say,
Seriously or out of jest,
It ends up sounding pretty gay.
But gay he is not,
As many times he would say,
‘Oh, that girl is really hot.’
Now he is an army boy,
Roughing it out in the wild,
Treating his gun as a toy.
To defend his nation with all his might,
Which is easy for him,
Because Nonis is camouflaged at night.
But now he is safe in camp,
Dreaming sweet dreams
Come morning, his pants will be damp.
haha i miss the guys... aiight, i admit this isnt as good as duaney, but it'll do=)
racism intended all towards nonis, haha my brother from another mother...
