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 Apr 2014 Elizabeth
Lana Grace
They're all telling you to be strong,
when we're all hurting.
You see, I'm not the type of girl that just accepts sadness,
I'm the type of girl that wants to overcome it.
I want to honor the God who created me,
and try to be brave.

But oh, how hard life can be sometimes.

The expectations they hold,
sometimes it feels like they're asking for perfection.
I try so hard,
oh so hard.
How hard it is to be brave.

Because when the hurt we recieve,
we show it in return.
We've hurt ourselves by hurting others.

What would it be like to be loved by someone in the most perfect way?
We're all so capable of it.
But so many of us have been hurt,
we've forgotten how to be brave.
We've ignored it, and submitted to what every other person has done.
You see, I don't think it's because we don't want to be brave.
I feel like we don't know how to.

We don't know how to make our fake smiles into genuine smiles even on the worst days.
We don't know how to look at a horrible situation and realize how God might be saving us from something even harder.
We can't look at the people who have hurt us  and be able to forgive them.
You see, bravery isn't just an act of heroism.
It's the unimaginable.
The act of love,
Putting others first.
We've forgotten how to be brave.
Let's be brave.
thoughts~
 Apr 2014 Elizabeth
Ming D Liu
#4
 Apr 2014 Elizabeth
Ming D Liu
#4
You can fall in love
with the way
someone pours milk
into their cereal,
listening to the things they speak about
when they sleep talk
at three in the morning,
and by watching them untangle
earphones, which somehow
seems to be their biggest challenge
of the day.

You can fall in love
examining the face they make
when they try to hold back laughter,
if they put their head or their arms
through a sweater first,
and the way they shiver
when it is 23 degrees outside
and they are only wearing
a leather jacket
while drowning in a
thick red scarf.

You can fall in love.
You can fall in love.
You can fall in love.

And you will fall in love
with all of that.
We are beautiful contradictions.
Living, while dying,
and rarely satisfied with either.
 Mar 2014 Elizabeth
Triiniity
You’re the reason that I daydream
Because you’re the reason that I can’t sleep
And I just can’t help myself
When this old comfy bed becomes a cell

When I lay awake at night
With both of my eyes open wide

Why are you the only one I see
When you aren’t even lying next to me
And even if I know
I’ll keep searching in shadows

They wonder what it’s like
To see shadows where there should be light
Like crystals to the mid-day sun
I could shine bright and I’d still be dull

As I lay awake tonight
With both of my eyes open wide

Why are you the only one I see
When you aren’t even lying next to me
And even if I know
I’ll keep searching in the shadows

Tomorrow I hope I’ll be fine
I’m still searching for my peace of mind
Maybe if I get some rest tonight
I’ll see it was right in front of my eyes

Don’t think about it for too long
This might start to look like a love song

Sorry, but I’m too lost for you to find
Pal, I’m sorry for being so blind

Why are you the only one I see
When you aren’t even lying next to me
And even if I know
I’ll keep searching in the shadows

I know now, I do miss you when you’re gone.
 Mar 2014 Elizabeth
Gigi Tiji
my pages are shaking like
timid dry leaves on
a brisk Autumn morning
I am a book heavy
with unspoken words
piled beneath countless others
a couple stains and a weak spine
it's hard to hold all the stories together
sometimes I'll find a page out of order
that someone's ripped out and
rearranged
The stories are getting shorter and shorter
losing pages throughout and
 Mar 2014 Elizabeth
claire
After a great deal of climbing
I reached the top
and paused to admire things from
that new place. The sky was
a trio of hues (halcyon dragging to
teal fading to slate) and the sun was
a great big bright thing
(inflamed, illuminated).
Inch by inch, I lifted my arms,
as if to embrace the gusts of wind
licking at my skin.
I tilted my face toward
the volcanic dazzle and
stood there a while, imbued with
ponderous joy. The longer I
remained, the more sure of
everything I became,
of the steady drumbeat of energy
pulsing in the dirt,
of the synergistic tangle of
death and life.
My scalp began to tingle with a
giddy, glowing sensation:
a breathless sort of reverence
I had never known.
Oh, what a life,
I thought
and took off down that hill with
arms out like airplane wings,
not caring what the neighbors
might think
 Mar 2014 Elizabeth
PrttyBrd
In the chaos of the mind
On any given day
Can be found two things
Disjointed pieces of self, and
A kaleidoscope of beautiful fragments
32614
You gave
me your
number on
a napkin
in a
coffee shop

I didn't
think i'd
text you

but you
tripped on
your way
out so

maybe I will
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