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The Fall
We so often associate "falling" with something negative: failing, giving up, losing your footing. Yet Fall, the season, is arguably the most anticipated, the most exhilarating, the most beautiful season of them all. Why the contrast between "falling" and Fall? We watch the leaves gracefully turn from summer's rich green into autumn's sultry orange and red--a change they may or may not have welcomed--then, just at the peak of their beauty, cascade to the ground, leaving behind only bare branches that await the next flood of color, resembling new life. Like us, leaves fall...but blanket the earth in beauty when they do. Why do we stand in awe of the leaves that fall, yet condemn our own selves when we fall? Change always precedes a fall--both in our lives and in the leaves...but so often we get lost in the action of "the fall" that we miss the beauty of "the change."
By Anna Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Golden Heart. Unfortunate Luck.
She has tried it all. She tried being good. She tried being kind. Tried being selfless. Tried doing and being it all. Born with a big heart and a naive soul, the harder she tried to make it all happen, the emptier she felt inside. Can't blame her for being herself. Can't blame her for trying her best to remain alive. Maybe it's because she simply cared too much. Maybe it's because she was born with the urge to always get things right, with the need to keep it all together and make it all alright. Whatever the reason may be, she is the girl who was always there for everybody and everything else, while no such type of gesture was being reciprocated. She didn't care to notice that side though, merely because that routine has always been the story of her life. Always the giver, but never the receiver. As times passed, she realized that expectations are what lead to devastation. As such, the motto became, "No Expectations, No Disappoints." In actuality though, the light never seems to shine on the ones with golden hearts, the ones with genuine thoughts, and the ones with naive souls.
By Simply Soly8 years ago in Poets
Feeling a Bit Down
I'm not Chester Bennington, but like he said, "I am constantly thinking of myself" 'cause my experiences are what have made me, me... bad and good yet the bad outweighs the good and good memories get fogged by my anguish and sorrow... and I look at this image I am—I stare at the mirror... and I wonder how can that be me?... Everyone I see sees something different but I look at me and I don't feel like me and it can't be hormones that changed the me I am 'cause I don't even know what I'm meant to see in myself...
By Jessica Gloria8 years ago in Poets
