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Footprints.I want to be quoted, I want to be seen, I want to be heard.
I want to be believed, to be admired, to be respected, to be understood.
To be contemplated, to be defended, to be thought of; I want to leave something behind.
I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just lik
Acceptance.Tone down your expectations, lower the volume of your ego & accept your mediocrity.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
Vida.Life tests you sometimes. It throws you so hard onto the ground, you can't feel anything but pain, taste anything but blood, or see anything clearly because of your teared-up eyes.
Sometimes you hurt so much, real physical pain doesn't come close, strangely it seems like a relief. A pain that lingers, and makes you feel like you are sleepwalking through your nightmare of a life.
Life is the teacher, preacher, the abuser, and the user, but it is you that decides how to deal with it all.
Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want somet
Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?
Many are confused as to the above question. Others are apathetic. What does the Bible really teach on the matter? Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!
1001 AR Quotes - No.2Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored.
Don't You Quit!Have you grown weary? Are you tired of feeling small? Do you feel as though you've given your all, yet you have gotten nowhere?
Inspired, you create something you're proud of. Yet, try as you might, your creation goes unnoticed - as if nobody cares at all!
The months fly, and still you wait for a comment - a word of encouragement! However, nothing comes of it - no, nothing at all!
Now, as you wait for an answer that isn't forthcoming, you notice your motivation has taken a dive! Sure, you continue to work - oftentimes for many hours - and with very little to eat! However, the inspiration just seems to be in short supply, these days. "Why b
The failure of the Cosmological argumentI havenīt written anything in a while, so I decided to write this both as a mental exercise and because my watchers are probably wondering if Iīm still alive :). But it’s also something important I want to give my thoughts on.
We’ve all heard of the cosmological argument, one of, if not the, most common arguments for the existence of a god. For those who don’t know, this is how the argument goes:
1. Every finite and contingent being has a cause.
2. A causal loop cannot exist.
3. A causal chain cannot be of infinite length.
4. Therefore, a First Cause (or something that is not an effect) must exist.
The first problem lies
Happy I was shoveling the pancake gently off the pan with my spatula when the idea came to me. An automatic response to my ever non-coherent thoughts, though comprehension of my mind had always been impossible. It was merely the need to fill an empty void tucked away into the bottom of my pockets that existed simply for the chance to store away answers. It was always interesting to see what others came up with when I popped that question mark into thin air, even if that question mark never normally made it past their ears.
I glanced to the left, where the little girl sat there, fiddling with her new and improved iPhone -- the latest of the entir
Un oscuro sendero por recorrer..En todo caso había un solo túnel oscuro y solitario: el mio...
-Fragmento de un libro que me hizo llorar...
Mañana lloverá y por ello sigo al sol.
-Fragmento de una canción que disfruto mucho.
Un sombrío túnel sin señales de luz dentro de este, es un camino que toda persona debe recorrer en algún paso de su vida, uno usualmente llega a entrar a este sendero de sombras y penumbra al terminar la infancia por si sola (o al menos se da cuanta cuando termina esta etapa) ya que uno de niño es feliz por la imaginación que produce y le rodea, no es difícil para u
Gun Control is Bullshit. Look What it's doing.A student was suspended for eating a poptart into the shape of a gun:
Really? A "Future" terrorist?
A student was suspended because he had a picture of a gun on his laptop background:
What's going on here?
A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
HOW CAN THEY KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING?
"I just knew he was thinking about a gun."
A 16 year old student is suspended for wrestling a loaded revolver away from a kid who intended to shoot other kids.
Sorry guys, I was wrong, I should have let him shoot your asses, that would have been the right thing to do.
A KINDER-GARDENER WAS SUSPENDED FOR A BUBBLE GUN:
That Big Blue SkyI sit for many a night to contemplate my right to grasp tight
the knowledge I hold dear to me. I see people tossing their thoughts
at subjects frought with usleness or lack of reason. I thought I
had fought for the same reasons as others studied with me, instead
I feel treason is a leading sting to bring even the greatest of temples down.
Yet here I sit upon my window, doing what feels like nothing to stop the
poison running through my veins travelling to my brain. It drives me
to the brink as my mind begins to shrink and insanity steps into reality.
The depravity I surround myself with to try but justify it's helpful existence.
But even as I sit here with mysteries of secrets swirling and twirling in my mind,
I crack a knowing smile that even as I sit here and try I cannot break the wonder
of that big blue sky....
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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