Here’s a sad yet wonderful poem my girlfriend wrote. Hope y’all like.
The runaway
had an open door
to get out
she did the terrible dead
of running away
instead of facing her problems
she thought she was right
when in fact
was wrong
that broke her heart
more
then if she stayed.
Here’s a poem I wrote long ago when I was depressed. I hope some of you may like it.
One Shadow stands, tall and erect
Watching our race with level breath
Seeing, knowing as the age goes by
Waiting for the sun to rise
And alight his long darkened eyes
Once young and innocent and free of guilt
One Shadow stands alone
A wolf among dogs
With secrets known to none but one
Hardened by time
Now cold to the world
He sees the cracks in iron armor
He knows few other Shadows
None so dark as he
No one quite understands the pain
It took to get him here
He lost everything he ever had
The one he really cared about
The one who cared for him
He’d pushed away
To save from the dark
As time went on
Without dawn
The Shadow sand but deeper
No longer fearing
The call of the Reaper
He wishes he could start from scratch
Go back in time and try again
Undo the wrongs he’s done
All his mistakes undone
When times get tough
And he looks back
On fights he’s won and lost
If only life would even out
It’d all be worth the great cost
On thoughts of going
Back to the place from whence he came
He put all such notions to rest
For in returning, he would risk
The shattering of dreams
His one true hold on life
His hopes and dreams
Fleeting visions of a better life
A life un-afflicted by sorrow
Untainted by hatred
Un-darkened by Shadows
From sleep he wakes
Into a world of dreams
Where there is no escape
And he drowns in despair
As the realization sets in
There is no escape
There is no hope
He walks around
In his haze of despair
No one and nothing can pull him free
As he trudges through life
Oblivious to joy
As the days slowly passed
And he sunk lower and lower
Giving up on the chance of life
He’d lost his chance
Messed up his life
And now he pays the price
He still has dreams
Though they’re not always welcome
They pull him back into memories, hopes and wishes
Showing him what could be
What still might be
If only he dared return
And let someone in
He tries to move beyond his past
Proceed with life and make it last
Not forget what has come before
But honor it forever more
He’s not so dark now as before
But his demons live forever more
Always knocking on the door
Of consciousness with vicious lore
They taunt and tease
Looking for a fight or flight
In either they would delight
For victory, theirs would be
In the silent reverie
With constant fear
And frightful dreams
He wades through life
Filled with strife
Let me start this post by emphatically stating that I am a Christian. I know that many of you reading this will say that what I believe is against God and the like but I assure you that it is not. I believe that God is the one true God. And I also believe that, as the Bible says, God loves all His children.
So now to the point of this post. On the news recently, I saw a church group protesting yet another veteran’s funeral. The veteran was killed in action and died honorably serving his country. So why did they choose to protest at his funeral? He was gay. He was sexually attracted to members of the same sex. And this is not a singular occurrence. Scenes like this pay out every day across the country. It isn’t just veterans either. It’s teacher, students, priests, Congressmen, boys and girls, women and men. People of all backgrounds, races and religions, signaled out and attacked because of their sexual orientation.
This country has a problem. And it must be solved. We cannot go on hurting each other and putting each other down just because3 we are different. We, as neighbors, as Americans, as humans, must learn to co-exist. Because if we don’t, we will never be able to move forward.
A friend of mine wrote this awesome poem and I believe it’s message is true for all of us. We all need someone to help us along the way. People say that they can do everything on there own, and maybe, so far in their lives, they have been able to, but there will come a time, one day, when you will need someone. No one to it all alone.
Everyone needs a hero,
someone they love to get them through,
you may think your above,
all that,
but its true,
you need a hero,
to save you from you,
to be your other half,
to make you cry,
but also to make you laugh
by Sabrina Husted (ShadowBaby)
Here’s a poem a friend of mine wrote. I love poetry, and, while it is short, it has meaning and that is what matters. Enjoy:
My baby (Bobby)
My baby,
is my love,
we fly,
above,
all else happily,
like a dove,
and we fit together,
like a glove.
by Sabrina Husted (ShadowBaby)
Feel free to comment or like but please, no hating.
You know that Macklemore song in which he sings about a broken keyboard? Well, not to sound like a total groupie or anything but yeah, I bought a broken keyboard. For $7.99 at the Ballard location of Goodwill Seattle. I don't mind if you're slightly oh-so jealous.
I am not a tech savvy person, by any stretch of the imagination. My fiancé, on the other hand, is in the software industry and does stuff like write code/invent new software patents.
As I read the news today, the story of Malala Yousafzai piqued my interest. She is a model of the strength of modern youth. I hope her story is as inspiring to you as it is for me.
In early 2009, when Malala was 12, the Taliban banned girls from attending school in her small, tribal village in Pakistan’s Swat Valley. She had been encouraged by her father, himself an educational activist and scholar, to pursue an education from a young age. Unwilling to let the Taliban dictate her future, Malala became an outspoken activist for women’s right to an education. She spoke to the local Peshawar press club and went on to write a blog on the issue for BBC Urdu. Later in the year, during a tenuous peace between the local Pakistani government and the Taliban warlords, the Taliban reversed their decision and allowed girls to return to school, on the condition that they wear burqas, a traditional Muslim women’s dress that covers the entire body including the face. Despite this, Malala continued to blog, determined to continue the fight for complete equality for Pakistani women.
The peace was soon broken and the President of Pakistan, Asif Ali Zardari, signed into law a controversial regulation establishing a strict form of the Islamic sharia law in the region, once again putting strict constraints on women. Malala and her family were forced to evacuate to a refugee camp, when the Pakistani army moved into the area. Through it all, she continued to conduct interviews and speak out for women’s rights.
In October 2012, three years after first being banned from school, Malala was shot in the head by a Taliban gunman. She was taken to a hospital in the United Kingdom and remained unconscious and in critical condition for days after the attack, but began to slowly improve. Fifty Pakistani Islamic clerics issued a fatwa (a decree similar to law condemning a group or action) against her attackers, yet the Taliban continue to reiterate their desire to kill Malala and her family.
Recently, Malala has made a near complete recovery and is determined to continue her fight for women’s rights.
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