What an awesome week and weekend this has been!! And the forecast has it ending beautifully, too: family birthday celebration! family & friends + cake + laughter = a happy Alicia.
The conferences both were good. I had such a blast at the Cause! (& easily drank a gallon of coffee, haha)
It's so crazy when you have God tell you so many things (through people who've never met you) that are so personal, that you do and don't want to tell other people. They're so spot on, that you're fascinated, and yet it's cool to just keep that for yourself.
There's not a whole lot that I ever feel the need to keep to myself. So that's saying something! Great weekend, but as I am EXTREMELY tired, and don't have much time before my next event, I'm off to nap! Cheers!
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Life Only Gets Harder
One minute I'm ridin' the high,
Of the cancellation of another lie,
When I'm hit with the low,
As an ugly truth starts to show,
My heart goes back to breaking,
A momentary pause to this constant aching,
I never thought the world could taint me,
Now its worries often paint me,
They smother the joy that once bubbled over,
I guess I didn't notice it as I got older,
Life only gets harder,
Suffocating its ardor,
Making it difficult to breathe,
But I keep fighting,
And in laughter delighting,
Because the only way to keep sane,
Is for a hopeful spirit to sustain.
--Not that I like explaining my poems, as poems SHOULD speak for themselves, sometimes, I don't like to leave them up to interpretation: This is on the notion that life has its ups and downs. It's almost as if, right when you think everything has fallen into place and temporarily makes sense, something else goes wrong. It's kind of like a car. At any rate, to keep plowing through with a glad and hopeful heart that things will eventually work out for the better, is the only way to make sense out of life. So I guess it turns out to be my philosophy on life, haha. One of them.
Of the cancellation of another lie,
When I'm hit with the low,
As an ugly truth starts to show,
My heart goes back to breaking,
A momentary pause to this constant aching,
I never thought the world could taint me,
Now its worries often paint me,
They smother the joy that once bubbled over,
I guess I didn't notice it as I got older,
Life only gets harder,
Suffocating its ardor,
Making it difficult to breathe,
But I keep fighting,
And in laughter delighting,
Because the only way to keep sane,
Is for a hopeful spirit to sustain.
--Not that I like explaining my poems, as poems SHOULD speak for themselves, sometimes, I don't like to leave them up to interpretation: This is on the notion that life has its ups and downs. It's almost as if, right when you think everything has fallen into place and temporarily makes sense, something else goes wrong. It's kind of like a car. At any rate, to keep plowing through with a glad and hopeful heart that things will eventually work out for the better, is the only way to make sense out of life. So I guess it turns out to be my philosophy on life, haha. One of them.
Drifting
I can feel you pulling away,
I'm so tongue-tied,
I don't know what to say,
I wish I knew what I did,
To make you turn your back,
But really only slightly,
Each time a small attack,
I'm too scared to say anything,
Because I'm afraid to know,
So I've been holding my breath,
Hoping you'd let it go,
But we only keep drifting,
Farther and further apart,
Our friendship is shifting,
And it's breaking my heart,
I wish you wouldn't just walk away,
Dropping my hand like we never laughed,
And I can't understand,
And I'm feeling daft,
Just left in the dust,
Like a once beloved toy,
Left behind with her childhood,
When the girl likes the boy.
I'm so tongue-tied,
I don't know what to say,
I wish I knew what I did,
To make you turn your back,
But really only slightly,
Each time a small attack,
I'm too scared to say anything,
Because I'm afraid to know,
So I've been holding my breath,
Hoping you'd let it go,
But we only keep drifting,
Farther and further apart,
Our friendship is shifting,
And it's breaking my heart,
I wish you wouldn't just walk away,
Dropping my hand like we never laughed,
And I can't understand,
And I'm feeling daft,
Just left in the dust,
Like a once beloved toy,
Left behind with her childhood,
When the girl likes the boy.
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