If tomorrow never comes,
cry only for a little while
for there are many memories to hold on to
If tomorrow never comes,
cherish my love for music
as well as my love for poetry
If tomorrow never comes,
be not ashamed of the secrets to be revealed
for they are now all that is left
If tomorrow never comes,
I'm sorry, I tried
but I just haven't tried hard enough
If tomorrow never comes,
I've made many mistakes
but they have defined me
If tomorrow never comes,
remember my dreams and aspirations
cry because of my lack of motivation
If tomorrow never comes,
realize, that I realized
I didn't act soon enough with my gift
If tomorrow never comes,
promise me some things;
promise me that you'll never go to bed mad
that you'll send a simple text message just to say you're sorry
promise me that you'll be forgiving
and remember, I tried my hardest at that too
promise me you'll say "I love you" to those you truly do
and don't forget to love on your animals too
promise me you'll do something for the kids'
they're the hope we must hold on to
promise me that you'll stand up for what is right
a little rebellion is needed for success
promise me that you'll be giving
and that you'll do onto other what should be done onto you
If tomorrow never comes
let it be known that everyone who I ever met
we shared an experience
and whatever experience that might have been
Thank you
Because if tomorrow never comes
you all must be told how important you are
how you matter
and how precious life truly is
A gift
What About Me?
- MissK505
- I'm a writer. End of story. Actually, the beginning, but close enough. I discovered my talent around the age of 12 though I did not fully put it to the test until my sophmore year of high school. It was an English teacher who recognized my talents and help me push to be better. I took a poetry class in college that opened my eyes up to the world of poetry. I learned many forms, as well as exercised them. August 13, 2007: a day that has changed me forever. You see, I lost my best friend that day; 14 years gone and all I'm left with is memories. With that being said, my writing went MIA for three years, and now, it's SO much different then what it used to be. Take it or leave it; you need my words in your life.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Let's color!
Growing up, (and I know this because I work in child care) we teach our kids to color inside the lines. We don’t care too much about the color because it’s their imagination they’re running with, but we just care about staying in the lines.
But as we get older, we stick to that fundamental coloring in the lines for everything. So then it’s a rule; a command we’ve grown accustomed to. Everything we do in life is about staying within those lines; that comfort zone we were taught as kids.
So how do we blossom? How do we shine? We have to step out of those lines and show the world what we’ve been given. Sure, you’re scared, I’m scared, we’re all scared. If we don’t take any chances where are we gonna end up? Surely not at the top.
Life. It’s messy. It’s colorful. It is ever-changing. If we don’t color outside the lines, how will we know what’s out there for us? Give me a box of crayons, some paint, pencils, markers, pens, give me something that will help me make my mark on the world.
But as we get older, we stick to that fundamental coloring in the lines for everything. So then it’s a rule; a command we’ve grown accustomed to. Everything we do in life is about staying within those lines; that comfort zone we were taught as kids.
So how do we blossom? How do we shine? We have to step out of those lines and show the world what we’ve been given. Sure, you’re scared, I’m scared, we’re all scared. If we don’t take any chances where are we gonna end up? Surely not at the top.
Life. It’s messy. It’s colorful. It is ever-changing. If we don’t color outside the lines, how will we know what’s out there for us? Give me a box of crayons, some paint, pencils, markers, pens, give me something that will help me make my mark on the world.
Friday, April 15, 2011
My Beekeepers..
If you can't accept me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. True statement. I went to visit Joey today and I was thinkin' about all those that knew me during that time and have stayed by me, as well as those who had just barely met me and stayed by me. It really was a low point in my life, and as I look back at it, I find myself remembering all those who stayed; who kept me. I realize how truly blessed I am with some of my friends; you know who you are. You remember who I was back then and who I am now. I can only continue to grow along with you if you continue to keep me. This honey thrives off of you.
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