Missing Moments: 2013

Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Saturday, 9 November 2013

After a while Poem by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to understand that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes open,

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
You learn to build your roads

On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have

A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine

Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate

Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you can really endure,
That you really are strong

And you really do have worth
And you learn and learn ... and you learn

With every goodbye you learn.

Friday, 8 November 2013

I really wonder why people suddenly
change after they get what they
wanted. One day they are sweet, the
next day they are not. One day they
are there with you, the next day they
are not. One day you are important to
them, the next day you are worthless.
One day they love you, the next day
they don't care about you. That's how
ironic people and things can be, pretty
shits, pretty lies wrapped up in
ribbons...& the worst part is...that
kind of people still get what they want
in life...and we are left behind crying
for them...Wondering how they
changed.

Monday, 4 November 2013

there are some things you learn best in calm...

There are some things you learn

best in calm and some in storm.

I watch the stars from my window still

A guy is only insecure about losing his girl when...

Never leave the person who understands you more than anyone else

Is It Wrong ?

Is it wrong

That I glance up at the clouds,

Feeling the wind through my hair,

And dream of a mystifying land

Where one can be accepted no matter what?

Is it wrong

That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,

Baggy and ripped at the knees,

Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic

Shorts, so unscathed and clean?

Is it wrong

That I ask people about their troubles,

Sometimes doing all in my mortal power

To help them surpass the simple,

Even ones I have not defeated myself?

Is it wrong

That while the few friends I have

Dance around giddily and go to

The most extreme only to impress,

But I only hang back in silent content?

Is it wrong

That I do not laugh when others are hurt,

On their knees in blood stained mud,

And I am there with hand outstretched,

Seeming to always be there in time of need?

Is it wrong

That I do not clap, nor do I support

Ones I do not find worthy of it,

Ones who I find in my perspective to be

Quite cruel and bitterly heartless?

Is it wrong

That I choose to sit in the back,

Observe and question from a far,

And wonder why when I do speak up,

It is only taken as a leaf crying softly in the wind?

Is it wrong

That I choose to be one of a kind,

Not part of the crowd, not swimming along

In the universal current of life,

Being my own group, my own person?

They tell me that you cannot win life

Without backstabbing and betrayal along the way,

No matter who you are inside or how honest you are.

But I believe this can only be this:

The world can only be changed if someone is willing to take the steps to change it.