Hunger games

Hurt people hurt others

There once was a girl; she was the nicest person you would ever have the pleasure to meet.  She held her tongue and prided herself on holding herself as classy, and respectful.  She was always extending herself to other people, always doing favors and being supportive of others.  She never asked for much in return, hated to be indebted to anyone.  She was a free spirit, who drifted with the wind, wherever it led her she served those around her. But the girl soon became resentful of the people she helped; they were selfish and ungrateful.  She began to recoil from these horrible people, leeches, all they did was suck all the life she had and never gave anything back.   They tortured her, slowly but accumulating in time they gained her trust and began to abuse her.  They used her trust to discover her weaknesses, and they tried to break her.  These people were evil in their intentions, they were miserable and hated her and the happiness she had in her life.  But they could not break her.  She had god in her, and he gave her strength to endure the pain these parasites inflicted on her.  The people were astonished by her integrity, she never once tried to seek vengeance. She was not vindictive like they were.  She knew what love was and grew to pitty them, because they lived in a world

that did not know love, because they did not know Jesus.  She could hold a grudge, and desire to spite them for their actions, but god softened her heart.  After all, they were the ones who did not realize what they lost, someone who cared about them.  How often do u find a friend who genuinely cares?  It's sad that they were so blind, they didn't even realize what they lost.  

Graphics Project

lies underneath

I like the feeing
The feeling of a pencil in my hand
Scribbles are created in a single swoop of the hand
I can not express the sensations that draws along with the written word
I can only describe my own elation
I feel as if I am Lifted from my body and transformed
Transformed into a spirit that hovers above my body
And My thoughts are solidified, permanent
I cannot forget my consciousness, it is not lost in the scramble that has become my mind
Distractions prevent me from discovery
Discovery of myself, of what I am and who I will be
The only way to answer the questions I have is to allow myself to be heard
I need to take a second, breathe, allow my thoughts to transfer into life
Into a guide that brings me into a state that I can understand
I am lost in this world, which is filled with the desecration of individualism
I am lost under the suffocation of others prejudices

finding myself is a journey that can not be avoided
But it can be prolonged as long as I allow the outside forces to take away my silence
Through silence I can venture further into myself
And draw the real me out to the surface

Destiny

Who am I?

Am I a hero?

Am I a villain?

A star, a role model, a mother?

Who will I be...

When I venture through the darkest of caves 

Will I emerge to see the light?

Who can I be?

When everyone tells me what to do

How can I decide the path to take

To the person I want to be.

In the end I am who I am

Even if I don't know her yet

She waits inside me ready to be released

Ready to guide my hand

She is here

I just need to find her

And once I do

All my questions shall bear an answer.