Friday, July 9, 2010

Take Action List

Hey, so in response to recent events and conditions in modern times, i think it’s appropriate that some level of thought be allocated to reduce our stress levels. Personally, i find stress to be effort consuming, and unpleasant. It also leads to numerous negative things such as insomnia and palpitations, which are definitely not cool or fun. If anyone does read this, maybe you should try this too, it’s called a take action list. You list things that can stress you out, and then underneath them list ways to accomplish them effectively. While I’m not posting my personal one, although it really does matter if i did because people don’t actually read this but…i urge you to do it. It was fairly helpful. Ready? Go.

Monday, July 5, 2010

When the Red Lights change to Green

There’s something really strange about love

There’s an aftertaste that you can’t quite put a label on

There are second thoughts, and change of hearts,

And I change my mind again,

Because love is like the seasons, but you always have your favorite one,

And, mine, is, here, with you.

 

I speak of things I don’t quite understand at the moment,

And maybe I’m a little bit confused,

My glasses are the tainted shade of rosy colored happiness,

But don’t try to make me see, or teach me lessons I don’t need,

I want to burn my fingers touching all the tiny flames.

 

I’m watching through the window from the outside,

Pretending I don’t want to see what I really know is bad for me,

But something tells me this could be the day,

When all the red lights change to green,

And all the colors in between

Dance like shadows on the walls of grey,

And all I really need to be

Is who I ever want to see,

In the morning light and the mirrors in my mind,

But you are like the softest bite,

That leaves the deepest scar of teeth marks you can still see in the dark.

 

There’s something really strange about love

There’s an aftertaste that you can’t quite put a label on

There are second thoughts, and change of hearts,

And I change my mind again,

Because love is like the seasons, but you always have your favorite one,

And, mine, is, here, with you.