Whispers, you are not ALONE, we are gathered here, HEADS hang low in the dark.
The SUN reaches for my limbs, and your electricity flows all the way down, to grasp at my ROOTS.
I can breath in AIR. You are not ALONE.
It was a bloody mess, they came to take us down, we stood STILL.
We stood TALL.
They would tear us down, but our spirit still lived in the SOIL.
You are not ALONE.
BRANCHED out, we formed an army, you may take our BRUSQUE bodies, but you will never steal our SOULS.
For this, we live again in all things, in the GROUND, all around you will see us.
We give you LIFE, and you ABUSE us.
Writing. A release. What's your's?
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Always trying to find acceptance from others, find acceptance within yourself.
Always trying to find acceptance from others, find the acceptance within yourself.
by Kimi Ridenour on Monday, February 13, 2012 at 12:37am ·
He was always hiding his nose in a book they would say and at school they would snicker and laugh. He apparently didnt dress the way they wanted him to.... He didnt listen to the same music that they claimed to love. The question is, did they even really like their own music? Or was it just introduced by the media as the popular thing to listen to? The thing they didnt know was that this little boy was stuck in a book all the time, and listened tothe music he wanted to because he was his OWN person and was raised to believe in that, because of all the books he read and all the music he explored he grew up to have all sorts of knowledge that his peers had always tried to discourage him of but he stood strong and kept being who HE was and came out just as beautiful as ever. The moral of the story is: Be who you want to be, this is your life. Listen to whatever kind of music you want to listen to, whatver feels good to you. Read whatever books, I strongly encourage reading. Don't let ANYONE ever tell you, you are weak, you are not cool or you are stupid because you most certainly are not and stand PROUD of who you are:) Don't ever let them take you down! (my message for the day) -Kimi
Friday, December 2, 2011
Only with all these words, I am steady.
Each night after night, brings another day of thoughts,
more words fueld to the fire.
My skin is scarred forever, still healing from
the bruises you left on my heart. can hear those
words you said in the dark.
It was me and my eyes were blind.
All I saw was light, but world torn
apart, this war I had begun to fight.
I just needed to open up the door and get
out of the darkness, before it swallowed me whole.
But than I swam in the misery that filled your heart.
Your pain became my art, it became my pain too.
I swallowed it, digested it into my whole
entire body and died for awhile, lungs closed tight,
who was I.
What happened, who i became was not me.
What did you do to me, your pain became my art.
The misery that became your heart was my fuel
to the fire and my scaared skin is me now, a part
of me, a part of then...it burns.
It's my heart that yearns, only when ready....
keep my heart steady.
more words fueld to the fire.
My skin is scarred forever, still healing from
the bruises you left on my heart. can hear those
words you said in the dark.
It was me and my eyes were blind.
All I saw was light, but world torn
apart, this war I had begun to fight.
I just needed to open up the door and get
out of the darkness, before it swallowed me whole.
But than I swam in the misery that filled your heart.
Your pain became my art, it became my pain too.
I swallowed it, digested it into my whole
entire body and died for awhile, lungs closed tight,
who was I.
What happened, who i became was not me.
What did you do to me, your pain became my art.
The misery that became your heart was my fuel
to the fire and my scaared skin is me now, a part
of me, a part of then...it burns.
It's my heart that yearns, only when ready....
keep my heart steady.
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