My adventure in becoming a [Good] Mormon

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Can we still be friends?

I was cold and hurting,

lost out in the night.

Wandering and searching

for heaven’s light.

 

I saw the night sky clearing,

when you spread your rainbow wings.

But little did I know

what joy you would bring.

 

From that moment on,

a friendship did start.

You kissed away my tears

and sheltered my heart.

 

I bless the day God,

sent her from above.

But then I grew fearful

for I had fallen in love.

 

I told you this feeling,

and what did you say?

You said you liked our friendship

and that’s how it would stay.

 

I cried for a friendship I thought I lost…

 

 

I don’t know how to finish this poem off : (


Posted by one of my semi-internet friends on FB

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Just a piece

You only get one part, because the rest is exceptionally personal and you don’t get to read it. But I absolutely love this part. Maybe a less-personal extrapolation based on this verse only in the future

 

If the pencil of Godly creation,

The paintbrush of eternal design,

Were in my hands

I would make us a work of art

Pure and true

The colors would never fade

 

How to be alone

“HOW TO BE ALONE by Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There’s also the gym. If you’re shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke).

And there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and meditation. No one will think less if you’re hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously (electric guitar plucking) based on your avoid being alone principals.

The lunch counter. Where you will be surrounded by chow-downers. Employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town and so they — like you — will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner. A restaurant with linen and silverware. You’re no less intriguing a person when you’re eating solo dessert to cleaning the whipped cream from the dish with your finger. In fact some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it is dark and soothing. Alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then, take yourself out dancing to a club where no one knows you. Stand on the outside of the floor till the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching…because, they’re probably not. And, if they are, assume it is with best of human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats is, after all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating, and beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things, down your back like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.
Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there’re always statues to talk to and benches made for sitting give strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversations you get in by sitting alone on benches might’ve never happened had you not been there by yourself

Society is afraid of alonedom, like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements, like people must have problems if, after a while, nobody is dating them. but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless and lonely is healing if you make it.

You could stand, swathed by groups and mobs or hold hands with your partner, look both further and farther for the endless quest for company. But no one’s in your head and by the time you translate your thoughts, some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept.

Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from preschool over to high school’s groaning were tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cuz if you’re happy in your head than solitude is blessed and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you. All experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be releived, keeps things interesting lifes magic things in reach.

And it doesn’t mean you’re not connected, that communitie’s not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it. take silence and respect it. if you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it. if your family doesn’t get you, or religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

you could be in an instant surrounded if you needed it
If your heart is bleeding make the best of it
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.”

Very Leonard Cohen-esque. But not as super melancholy.

I’m going to Saskatchewan tomorrow. In those six hours, I am going to attempt to write something. Hopefully similar to that, but very likely not.

I did write something today. I was out for dinner with my mom and grandparents. It’s always fascinated me how transparent old people skin is.

“Tracks of blue

Weave ‘cross the plains,

white as snow.

Rivers of life

That keep her going.

Don’t slow the flow.”

I got to sit in a pub today while out for dinner. People are more fascinating there. I enjoy watching beer be poured, it’s intriguing.

Cute quote from a facebook page:

“You fight like a married couple, you talk like best friends, you flirt like first loves, and protect each other like brother and sister, obviously its meant to be.”

I got a new hat today. I luuuurve it ^_^

Watch me soar-One of those elusive poems by Cass

Watch me soar

 

Doubts, fears

Hopes, dreams

Pain, tears

All combine to make

The seemingly impenetrable wall

 

Watch me soar

 

‘It will never work’

‘Don’t set your sights too high’

‘It will only end in disappointment’

 

Watch me soar

 

‘You are too short’

‘You are not smart enough’

‘You cannot afford the costs’

 

Watch me soar

 

Doubts, Fears

Hopes, dreams

Pain, tears

All combine to make

The seemingly impenetrable wall

 

Watch me soar!

 

I will overcome.

 

What you can’t see, since wordpress is dumb is that each line of ‘watch me soar’ is pushed out further and further, to make a staircase type effect.

Poem in progress

I don’t really ever finish writing poetry, but Leonard Cohen inspires me to try regularly try to do so.

No, that isn’t the title. I just oppose titling things. I’ve worked about 2 months on this and it still isn’t finished. Just wanted to post it.

More depressing than what I normally write. I’ll revamp my poems on the sun and post those later.

Dennis: You also inspired me to write :D.

It kinda…Bounces around I guess. Anyways. Poem incoming:

 

A heart of stone bought by

The Pawn Shop of Despair

For just a dime, you might have it

To keep it, you’d do no repair

 

You would not mind, I think

Bearing a little care

You might give up a coin or two

To pay to Loneliness its fare

 

Though the road may be long

Cold, alone and in dark

But my small heart shall not retreat

Shall not give up its song of lark

 

Shall not go quietly,

Shall not give up the fight

Freed from the Pawn Shop of Despair

Shall not go quietly tonight

 

Fight, fight, all for nothing

Rage, rage against the night

Fight the battle and fight the fight

Here comes the dying of the light

Keep up the battle, victory is life

 

Constructive criticism is welcomed 😉