Soft humming.
The hums tell me to breath and so I do.
What if the hums were gone.
Soft humming, showing me how to walk.
And when the hums stop so do I.
What if the hums never even started.
Soft humming opens my mouth but that is not the sound that comes out.
The hums turn to words at the back of my tongue and roll out.
They tell me what is wrong but they don't know how to translate that feeling into something expressible.
So I'm feeling a feeling I can not name.
Soft hums tell me this is okay, because feelings don't matter much to most people anyways.
The Soft hums and me, we understand.
This is a cruel and mad world with beautiful miracles, but the tragedies out weigh them.
So everyone over looks the wonders.
That me and the soft hums see as we wander.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Here we are. In this white month of December. We are getting ready to bring in the new year, with resolutions to make us the best version of ourselves we could possibly be. Maybe we will learn how to spell possibly, because I just used auto-correct on both of those possibly's.... but not that one!
Last month was a month of thanks. I would like to express my gratitude to all I know. You are a blessing or a lesson to me and for that I thank you. This year has been hard, they all are. But that is the beautiful part, without the lows how would we understand the highs? I've been blessed to travel out of the country twice this year. Once to Honduras, and second to Ecuador. I love traveling more than anything and I am so very grateful for a family that supports my wanderlust. Without them I wouldn't be who I am. Through my travels I have realized that I have taken many thing for granted in my life, and they have given me a greater appreciation for my education, my warm home, home cooked meals, and the amazing electronic advancements our world has made. (without those I wouldn't be typing this to you)
The real question is, are you ready? Ready or not, the world could end. Although this is highly unlikely there is still a small possibility. (here I am practicing optimism)
So basically, I saw something I liked today.
The Preacher and the Pusher are both selling a High.
If that was a facebook page, I'd click the "like" button. It's pretty deep when you think about it.
What kind of high are you looking for? I've never experienced either, but I wonder what it would be like to experience both at the same time. One can only wonder.
This post is all really random, and I'm sorry for that. I've been working on some new stuff lately but I've been busy and stressed and everything I've written hasn't connected to me. So I'm not going to post it. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know, it seems as though I have recently lost my muse. I am in search of a new one, so let me know.
Life is good people. Always remember for every person you wish you were, there are two that wish they were you, someone always has it worse than you do. Chin Up buttercup. And much love from me.
-B.
Last month was a month of thanks. I would like to express my gratitude to all I know. You are a blessing or a lesson to me and for that I thank you. This year has been hard, they all are. But that is the beautiful part, without the lows how would we understand the highs? I've been blessed to travel out of the country twice this year. Once to Honduras, and second to Ecuador. I love traveling more than anything and I am so very grateful for a family that supports my wanderlust. Without them I wouldn't be who I am. Through my travels I have realized that I have taken many thing for granted in my life, and they have given me a greater appreciation for my education, my warm home, home cooked meals, and the amazing electronic advancements our world has made. (without those I wouldn't be typing this to you)
The real question is, are you ready? Ready or not, the world could end. Although this is highly unlikely there is still a small possibility. (here I am practicing optimism)
So basically, I saw something I liked today.
The Preacher and the Pusher are both selling a High.
If that was a facebook page, I'd click the "like" button. It's pretty deep when you think about it.
What kind of high are you looking for? I've never experienced either, but I wonder what it would be like to experience both at the same time. One can only wonder.
This post is all really random, and I'm sorry for that. I've been working on some new stuff lately but I've been busy and stressed and everything I've written hasn't connected to me. So I'm not going to post it. If you have any ideas feel free to let me know, it seems as though I have recently lost my muse. I am in search of a new one, so let me know.
Life is good people. Always remember for every person you wish you were, there are two that wish they were you, someone always has it worse than you do. Chin Up buttercup. And much love from me.
-B.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
True.
I want to dissolve. Or I want to disintegrate.
My colors can fade out like the last dramatic scene of a corny movie, while my favorite song rifts softly in the background.
And Morgan Freeman can do a voice over of my last words or something.
My small fame filled flash back before I'm gone, as I turn into the credits that are quickly forgotten.
I want to be the wind. Or I want to be the water.
A blind rage, whispering over the surface of everything. Swallowing it all into my lungs.
All of the earth inside me.
A flowing mass filled with scales and slimes living in something of their own universe.
I can evaporate into the sky and splash back to a completely different continent as the world crys.
To freeze and fall in complex and fascinating grace.
I want to be a tree.
Always strong, rooted deep into a solid foundation.
Always beautiful, always wise. Carefree but not careless. And I would be old enough and I will have seen enough faces of all the creations to understand the difference between the two.
When it comes down to the honest hour, to admit it all and scream the truths you wouldn't even tell yourself, you realize.
You realize, that you want to be anything but you.
And that is a true sadness.
-B
My colors can fade out like the last dramatic scene of a corny movie, while my favorite song rifts softly in the background.
And Morgan Freeman can do a voice over of my last words or something.
My small fame filled flash back before I'm gone, as I turn into the credits that are quickly forgotten.
I want to be the wind. Or I want to be the water.
A blind rage, whispering over the surface of everything. Swallowing it all into my lungs.
All of the earth inside me.
A flowing mass filled with scales and slimes living in something of their own universe.
I can evaporate into the sky and splash back to a completely different continent as the world crys.
To freeze and fall in complex and fascinating grace.
I want to be a tree.
Always strong, rooted deep into a solid foundation.
Always beautiful, always wise. Carefree but not careless. And I would be old enough and I will have seen enough faces of all the creations to understand the difference between the two.
When it comes down to the honest hour, to admit it all and scream the truths you wouldn't even tell yourself, you realize.
You realize, that you want to be anything but you.
And that is a true sadness.
-B
Suffocating
Chances.
The hysterical worries that we often do not invest in.
The shyness brewing deep in each individual, that keeps us from reaching out and claiming these chances.
Pride.
Something that can be so damning.
Getting in the way of chances to be taken.
Pride and chances have a deteriorating relationship.
Pride, a parasite, sucking the life out of our normalcy.
What is "normal"? Who is to define it, when everyone will always be different from another.
Normal doesn't exist.
Chances.
Looking back on my life, I'd like to more remember "Oh wells".
And to more forget the "What if's".
-B
The hysterical worries that we often do not invest in.
The shyness brewing deep in each individual, that keeps us from reaching out and claiming these chances.
Pride.
Something that can be so damning.
Getting in the way of chances to be taken.
Pride and chances have a deteriorating relationship.
Pride, a parasite, sucking the life out of our normalcy.
What is "normal"? Who is to define it, when everyone will always be different from another.
Normal doesn't exist.
Chances.
Looking back on my life, I'd like to more remember "Oh wells".
And to more forget the "What if's".
-B
Ecuador.
EVERYONE! alright so i went to Cuenca Ecuador to serve in several orphanages. It was such a huge blessing. I am home now, but I wish I could go back. Here's some words about my experience:
While I was away I was in Cuenca,
Ecuador. I went with a woman I’ve known for a very long time that founded an orphanage
there. I went as an O.S.S.O (Orphanage Support System Organization) volunteer.
When I left I knew I was going to help children, however, I didn’t know that
they were going to help me more than I could ever help them. While in Cuenca, I
worked mainly in two orphanages in the city, and did several shifts in; a
daycare for children who’s parents work 12-14 hour days in the fields just to
earn ten dollars a month, another orphanage in the mountains, and a shelter for
sexually abused girls and teens. Some of my jobs were to bath, feed, and watch
the children. In all, I helped about one hundred children.
In the O.S.S.O orphanage there is a
section for severely, mentally and physically handicapped people/children. This
was my favorite area. Most of the individuals in this unit can’t move their
lower half, and some only have motion in their facial expressions. On my first
day I was very nervous. I had no idea how to take care of these people. Some of
them were older than I was. I didn’t know how to accept them. After my first
shift I was positive that they were the most amazing people I had ever had the privilege
to meet. It was them who accepted me. They have no families and constantly have
to depend on strangers, yet they were so happy. No complaints, no fussing, just
honestly stoked on life. It made me feel so horrible. I could not believe some
of the complaints and demands I make in every-day life. These people have next
to nothing and terrible health. Some are solely relying on feeding tubes in
their abdomen to keep them alive. The orphanage has inadequate medical supplies
and still does what it can with what it has. They are the true definition of
happiness to me. The people of this country understand the difference between, “I
want” and “I need”.
One of the Handicapped boy’s stories
truly astonished me. After hearing it I broke down in tears. Everything about
the kids is so heart breaking yet so hope-instilling.vThis boy, Brayan, is
about nine years old now. He has absolutely no movement in anything but his
head and face. His body is deformed and he is bent and curled in unimaginable
ways. As a volunteer I am not allowed to know his specific diagnosis, but I was
allowed to hear his story. When Brayan was a small child, still one or two, his
parents lit him on fire and left him in a dumpster to die because his condition
was too much for them to handle. The police found Brayan barely alive and got
him immediate medical attention, then took him to the orphanage. When I heard
this I could not believe any human being in the right mind could do such a
thing to a small child- to anyone. Brayan is surviving on a feeding tube now,
and doesn’t have much time left- a year, maybe two. This story sounds terrible
to you I’m sure, but to me it was ten times worse. Because I personally know
this boy. I have put blended food into is feeding port. I have bathed him and
dressed him in his P.j’s, his Sunday-best, put him in diapers. I’ve woken that
beautiful boy up in the morning, I’ve held him. I tickled him and watched his
big brilliant smile. I kissed his cheeks, I put him to bed, and I gave him love
that I didn’t even know I could experience. This is only one of the people in this
unit. One of 8, one of one hundred that I’ve helped. All the stories are equally
heart breaking. We call them “handicapped”,
but I honestly think all of us “normal” people, are the ones with disabilities.
I worked with children with better
health too. But not by much. Most of the children have rotting teeth, snarly
hair, and no sense of hygiene. It’s not their fault, they never learned and don’t
have the supplies they need in order to keep clean. This doesn’t make them any
less loveable. During my work I have contracted fleas. Yes I know that is
pretty gross but it was completely worth it, and doesn’t even bother me. I am
clean now though and have taken care of my clothing. My point is, I have so
much that I’ve taken for granted. We all do. This was the best thing I have
ever done with my life. I’ve fallen in love with these strong, beautiful
warriors. These small examples, my adorable little blessings. I hope to
continue to do work like this.
Monday, September 10, 2012
life saving
Pure sounds ricochet off the walls in my head.
Humming air.
Vibrating in through my ear canals and deep into my lungs Passing through the oxygen in my blood.
Sound carried to every corner of my body.
My soul is full. Momentarily content.
When the music of the sweet whining strings and bellowing woodwinds fills my atmosphere, I feel at home.
Relaxed.
Real.
My bones ache. Worn out from the sorrow my shoulders carry.
Always hunting for a way to pour it from me. To capture it in a glass bottle and set it to sea.
Or something of the sort.
An old soul ready to leave, to pass up the worldly distractions and hurt. But cemented in place by a young- capable body.
Withering away from the inside-out.
The only remedy to the pain is the songful chorus the sweet instruments project.
Not the fake, but the real. the original sound.
So true. So pure. So life saving.
-B
Humming air.
Vibrating in through my ear canals and deep into my lungs Passing through the oxygen in my blood.
Sound carried to every corner of my body.
My soul is full. Momentarily content.
When the music of the sweet whining strings and bellowing woodwinds fills my atmosphere, I feel at home.
Relaxed.
Real.
My bones ache. Worn out from the sorrow my shoulders carry.
Always hunting for a way to pour it from me. To capture it in a glass bottle and set it to sea.
Or something of the sort.
An old soul ready to leave, to pass up the worldly distractions and hurt. But cemented in place by a young- capable body.
Withering away from the inside-out.
The only remedy to the pain is the songful chorus the sweet instruments project.
Not the fake, but the real. the original sound.
So true. So pure. So life saving.
-B
Sunday, August 26, 2012
When It Really Comes Down To It
So small. So misunderstood.
Without purpose, or so it seems.
I am a small black ant.
You, and the world, underestimate me.
I get looked past. Stepped on for fun.
But when someone looks close, we know they can relate.
So small. So misunderstood.
Without purpose, or so it seems.
We are all a small black ant.
We all get looked past. And stepped on for fun.
Look closely. You know you can relate. That a new understanding has surfaced in your mind.
Try to see what the world would be like without ants.
The picnics would never be the same.
Now, try to see what a world without you would be like.
It's terrible.
Isn't it?
Don't you feel sorry for those small, insignificant black ants?
For yourself?
No.
Just remember that you may be a small black ant.
But even they are worth so much.
When it really comes down to it.
-B
Without purpose, or so it seems.
I am a small black ant.
You, and the world, underestimate me.
I get looked past. Stepped on for fun.
But when someone looks close, we know they can relate.
So small. So misunderstood.
Without purpose, or so it seems.
We are all a small black ant.
We all get looked past. And stepped on for fun.
Look closely. You know you can relate. That a new understanding has surfaced in your mind.
Try to see what the world would be like without ants.
The picnics would never be the same.
Now, try to see what a world without you would be like.
It's terrible.
Isn't it?
Don't you feel sorry for those small, insignificant black ants?
For yourself?
No.
Just remember that you may be a small black ant.
But even they are worth so much.
When it really comes down to it.
-B
Monday, July 30, 2012
Diet Soda
Change.
It is inevitable.
But oh, how we resent it.
Change.
A constant.
But so unpredictable, so frustrating. How?
Change.
Hiking the switch-backs of life. Never ending.
Or so it seems.
Change.
Because one day you'll look back.
Wonder when you started drinking diet soda.
Or when you stopped drinking it at all.
Change.
Pathways changed.
Pathways crossed.
And somewhere along the way-
You Changed.
-B.
It is inevitable.
But oh, how we resent it.
Change.
A constant.
But so unpredictable, so frustrating. How?
Change.
Hiking the switch-backs of life. Never ending.
Or so it seems.
Change.
Because one day you'll look back.
Wonder when you started drinking diet soda.
Or when you stopped drinking it at all.
Change.
Pathways changed.
Pathways crossed.
And somewhere along the way-
You Changed.
-B.
Feelings
Chills.
Waves crash on iron-shore.
Pushing, splashing the new feelings.
Up. Up and over until the iron-shore is submerged.
I am submerged. Drowning.
Soaked.
The iron-shore, worn down. Now sand.
Sharp, dark edges washed away.
My guard is down.
Feelings- water colors, brush the beach with foam.
Current.
The push and pull- high and low tide. Feelings.
Good feelings. Finally.
Like warm sun on the waters, that smile. Those eyes.
Beautiful.
A sight to make the storms forgotten.
Almost.
The crash of waves on iron-shore will always leave a mark.
A mark on the surface, and one in the heart.
But...
It's the warm sun on the waters.
The sun that makes the sand hot and the shade cool.
It's that sun that gives me hope.
And for that.... I thank you.
- For C.
- B.
Waves crash on iron-shore.
Pushing, splashing the new feelings.
Up. Up and over until the iron-shore is submerged.
I am submerged. Drowning.
Soaked.
The iron-shore, worn down. Now sand.
Sharp, dark edges washed away.
My guard is down.
Feelings- water colors, brush the beach with foam.
Current.
The push and pull- high and low tide. Feelings.
Good feelings. Finally.
Like warm sun on the waters, that smile. Those eyes.
Beautiful.
A sight to make the storms forgotten.
Almost.
The crash of waves on iron-shore will always leave a mark.
A mark on the surface, and one in the heart.
But...
It's the warm sun on the waters.
The sun that makes the sand hot and the shade cool.
It's that sun that gives me hope.
And for that.... I thank you.
- For C.
- B.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
No Longer
You're a passing moment, almost gone.
The sweet old feeling that was always wrong.
A lesson of patience not rewarded.
A moment of hurt forever recorded.
Your words almost forgotten for good.
It's the actions I'll have trouble with, I never understood.
I think you're the kind that gets pleasure from my pain.
A person who likes to fill my clouded mind with pouring rain.
I'm ready for the sun to come out, something I long to see.
It's been far too long, life is still patiently waiting on me
I don't want you to hurt, It's just that I'm just done.
Putting up with your games, you're no longer My One.
The sweet old feeling that was always wrong.
A lesson of patience not rewarded.
A moment of hurt forever recorded.
Your words almost forgotten for good.
It's the actions I'll have trouble with, I never understood.
I think you're the kind that gets pleasure from my pain.
A person who likes to fill my clouded mind with pouring rain.
I'm ready for the sun to come out, something I long to see.
It's been far too long, life is still patiently waiting on me
I don't want you to hurt, It's just that I'm just done.
Putting up with your games, you're no longer My One.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
What I look Like
This is what I look like asking, what I look like praying,
Begging even, that you only listen to what I'm saying.
But listen with your heart, not your ears but your mind,
My lips don't have the right words, or anything close to the kind.
This is what I look like aching, This is what I look like dying,
I've tried to be strong, but the happy girl you see has been lying.
Let's let out the truth, And let the world know,
This is what I look like loving you, and please don't let go.
Begging even, that you only listen to what I'm saying.
But listen with your heart, not your ears but your mind,
My lips don't have the right words, or anything close to the kind.
This is what I look like aching, This is what I look like dying,
I've tried to be strong, but the happy girl you see has been lying.
Let's let out the truth, And let the world know,
This is what I look like loving you, and please don't let go.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
1. skinny dip
2. compose my own song on violin
3. hike at least 5 times a week
4. volunteer at the homeless shelter
5. get a henna tattoo
6. get a job
7. kiss under the 4th fireworks
8. go camping frequently
9. get super TAN
10. fall back in love
11. go chalking
12. go to complex at least twice
13. don't wear make up
14. teach bruno to talk
15. go boating
16. finish painting the mural on my wall and start more on my other walls
17. long board every week
18. rock climb in city of rocks
-well thats about it (:
2. compose my own song on violin
3. hike at least 5 times a week
4. volunteer at the homeless shelter
5. get a henna tattoo
6. get a job
7. kiss under the 4th fireworks
8. go camping frequently
9. get super TAN
10. fall back in love
11. go chalking
12. go to complex at least twice
13. don't wear make up
14. teach bruno to talk
15. go boating
16. finish painting the mural on my wall and start more on my other walls
17. long board every week
18. rock climb in city of rocks
-well thats about it (:
Friday, May 4, 2012
A beautiful Thing
Movement, it is a beautiful thing, change is something we all need.
Difference, it is a beautiful thing, the past makes you bleed.
Thought, it is a beautiful thing, the things I thought made me realize.
Emotion, it is a beautiful thing, there are things I love-I despise.
Heart Beat, it is a beautiful thing, purpose pulses under my palm.
Knowledge, it is a beautiful thing, learning that I can go on.
My Trials, they are beautiful things, teaching me to grow.
Change, it is a beautiful thing, I'm not the person you used to know.
Difference, it is a beautiful thing, the past makes you bleed.
Thought, it is a beautiful thing, the things I thought made me realize.
Emotion, it is a beautiful thing, there are things I love-I despise.
Heart Beat, it is a beautiful thing, purpose pulses under my palm.
Knowledge, it is a beautiful thing, learning that I can go on.
My Trials, they are beautiful things, teaching me to grow.
Change, it is a beautiful thing, I'm not the person you used to know.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Scars
Trying, struggling to be perfect or at least to be right.
You fake it till you make it, but you can't win this worthless fight.
At times you think you're prevailing, leaving this feeling of gloom.
Two steps forward, three crumbling back and it seems that your thoughts don't have room.
Room to escape your flooding mind, filled with thoughts to paint your arms in red.
Logic in your head fights hate in the heart, so torn you could pass for dead.
But this is a secret, please hold it tightly, I can't trust myself while I'm healing so I'll trust you.
Help me grow from this habit and kiss the scars that cover the veins that are healing too.
You fake it till you make it, but you can't win this worthless fight.
At times you think you're prevailing, leaving this feeling of gloom.
Two steps forward, three crumbling back and it seems that your thoughts don't have room.
Room to escape your flooding mind, filled with thoughts to paint your arms in red.
Logic in your head fights hate in the heart, so torn you could pass for dead.
But this is a secret, please hold it tightly, I can't trust myself while I'm healing so I'll trust you.
Help me grow from this habit and kiss the scars that cover the veins that are healing too.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
The nights that you lay in bed thinking of all the things you want
To change.....
I wish that telepathy really worked... At least just for us. Just for one second.
Literally just one, that would be all I need to show you what is going on inside my head
That would be the only way to explain, because I can't find the right words,
But it seems that a thousand lyrics have it spot on.
I've met some great people, but I wouldn't waste a second if you wanted me back,
I'd drop them all,
I wish that everyone believed in second chances
We had the Right love, at the Wrong time.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
I feel homesick, while laying in my own bed.
I didn't know it was possible, but I'd say that hurt is blood red.
Alone to dream, but these are Terrible mares of the night.
At war with myself, my head and heart in an ongoing gruesome fight.
Lost in thought, more trapped and caught; quiet and scared.
And to this cold And cruel extreme I'd never been dared.
I dare myself, to make the marks- to feel the scars.
Take it out on my self, am I going too far? ;-No.
I didn't know it was possible, but I'd say that hurt is blood red.
Alone to dream, but these are Terrible mares of the night.
At war with myself, my head and heart in an ongoing gruesome fight.
Lost in thought, more trapped and caught; quiet and scared.
And to this cold And cruel extreme I'd never been dared.
I dare myself, to make the marks- to feel the scars.
Take it out on my self, am I going too far? ;-No.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Steady
Do not fret over busy things, when you have a heart that is young,
Try not to look too deep into words, you have time to find 'the one'.
Someday I hope that I will learn, to take my own advice,
Because my emotional experiences are something far from nice.
I like to think hope is pointless, along with a thing called fate,
Your expectations will be crushed and the world just won't wait.
It's time to make your own luck, because the pennies never work,
And I promise that the eyelashes won't save you from the jerks.
It's always nice to love, but do it when you are ready,
If you fake it when you're lonely, your heart can not be steady.
-Simply Brooklyn
Try not to look too deep into words, you have time to find 'the one'.
Someday I hope that I will learn, to take my own advice,
Because my emotional experiences are something far from nice.
I like to think hope is pointless, along with a thing called fate,
Your expectations will be crushed and the world just won't wait.
It's time to make your own luck, because the pennies never work,
And I promise that the eyelashes won't save you from the jerks.
It's always nice to love, but do it when you are ready,
If you fake it when you're lonely, your heart can not be steady.
-Simply Brooklyn
Saturday, February 18, 2012
So i know i haven't been writing.... but there is infact a very LEGIT reason for it.... READY? ready?... drum roll please...
ART...
My nana owns a building that she rents out as a coffe shop/art emporium down by megaplex and all. Well my nana was blessed with Three super artistic granddaughters...
SO: this spring she is hosting me and my two cousins (Morgan and Chrissy) and ART SHOW!!!!
I don't have dates and times yet.. but soon as i have them i WILL let you all know!
Emails/ flyers/ and cards will be sent out to loads of people. there will be treats and most of the art will be up for sale (:
I can't even begin to tell you how PUMPED i am for this:
SO the past week ish i have been working on a new collection.. based all around my obsession:: BIRDS!
anyways excuses suck i know. so i will get writing and get you some more stuff soon!
Thanks Viewers! <3
-Simply Brooklyn
ART...
My nana owns a building that she rents out as a coffe shop/art emporium down by megaplex and all. Well my nana was blessed with Three super artistic granddaughters...
SO: this spring she is hosting me and my two cousins (Morgan and Chrissy) and ART SHOW!!!!
I don't have dates and times yet.. but soon as i have them i WILL let you all know!
Emails/ flyers/ and cards will be sent out to loads of people. there will be treats and most of the art will be up for sale (:
I can't even begin to tell you how PUMPED i am for this:
SO the past week ish i have been working on a new collection.. based all around my obsession:: BIRDS!
anyways excuses suck i know. so i will get writing and get you some more stuff soon!
Thanks Viewers! <3
-Simply Brooklyn
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Please Don't Look At Me Like That
My name is Sara Leigh, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t look at me like that.
These are the words that most frequently leave my mouth on a daily basis. My current condition has taught me that people care about first impressions more than you’d think. First impressions, I have also come to learn, are based mostly on appearance. Now this isn’t some pity story. I’m not asking for you to feel so sorry for me. I’m asking you to not look at me like that. It is hard enough having to look at myself, to know myself, to feel myself. I don’t need extra eyes and words making me feel any worse.
Like I already said, this is no pity party for Sara Leigh. I know what I’ve done is my own fault, and I fully accept the consequences. Still, please don’t look at me like that. Support is what I need, and if you refuse to support me during this tough time; please, lie to me in that, say you support me anyways. The doctors say it is important for my health, and for the health of the child I’m carrying.
Please, stop looking at me like that. Accidents happen, but wait, before you decide to lecture; I’ve already heard it, trust me. I understand that this, this child, is so much more than an accident. I know this will be the most difficult thing I have ever endured, and the most beautiful thing I have ever celebrated. My emotions are so mixed, you could hardly understand. I am scarred out of my skin with worry, for myself and for the child that is now my responsibility. Yet I am so extraordinarily happy, the love growing inside me is mine, completely me, and how can I not love myself in a time like this, mistakes and all.
This isn’t a tragic story, it was my decision to take part in the process that is meant to take love and turn it into a beautiful child. I abused the sacredness of this act, and must live with the consequences. But because of the great love maturing inside me that is my child, I can hardly call it a consequence. So to the world; I know I messed up, it is more apparent to me than it ever will be to you, since I am the one with the swollen stomach. You can judge me from a glance; judge me on being a teen mother. But I know I can do this, and I will make my baby proud. I apologize for the language, but screw you, haters.
My name is Sara Leigh, I am a very aware and proud teenage mother to a child that will be beautiful and extraordinary.
Please, don’t look at me like that. I think I have asked enough.
(For the young women who have to fight the world's judgment through their difficult times while having to see their mistakes every day for nine months.. you girls are amazing, I promise <3)
-Simply Brooklyn
Saturday, January 28, 2012
-Don't wait for the perfect moment, Take the moment and make it perfect
-I'd rather be hated for who I am that loved for who I'm not
-People are going to want you, need you, exceed you, take you, love you, hate you, play you, save you, and break you, but that is what Makes You
-The minute you think of giving up, think of why you held on so long
-Tell ,e your dreams, so they can be mine too, Let me be there, to help them come true, That's all I'll ever ask of you
-Pay NO ming to those who talk behind your back, it simply means that you are two steps ahead
-I may not be Perfect, but I'd say parts of me are Pretty Awesome
- Got these off Pintrest... gotta love that site! <3
-I'd rather be hated for who I am that loved for who I'm not
-People are going to want you, need you, exceed you, take you, love you, hate you, play you, save you, and break you, but that is what Makes You
-The minute you think of giving up, think of why you held on so long
-Tell ,e your dreams, so they can be mine too, Let me be there, to help them come true, That's all I'll ever ask of you
-Pay NO ming to those who talk behind your back, it simply means that you are two steps ahead
-I may not be Perfect, but I'd say parts of me are Pretty Awesome
- Got these off Pintrest... gotta love that site! <3
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Good Times Gone. Not Forgotten
The good times gone, but not forgotten, memories always stay,
Be rude, act how you want, say what you need to say.
But people are people, we all mess up, we are all quite the same,
And sometimes we deserve to hurt, just players in this game.
We should all learn the lesson, but I think i've learned enough,
Because the time is up in this game, I'm done playing rough.
Arguing won't get anyone anywhere, when you both believe you're right,
So sometimes the easiest thing to do, is give up all your fight.
To go back in time, to fix mistakes, would be such a convenient thing,
Good times gone, not forgotten - p.s, I still have that ring.
Be rude, act how you want, say what you need to say.
But people are people, we all mess up, we are all quite the same,
And sometimes we deserve to hurt, just players in this game.
We should all learn the lesson, but I think i've learned enough,
Because the time is up in this game, I'm done playing rough.
Arguing won't get anyone anywhere, when you both believe you're right,
So sometimes the easiest thing to do, is give up all your fight.
To go back in time, to fix mistakes, would be such a convenient thing,
Good times gone, not forgotten - p.s, I still have that ring.
Monday, January 23, 2012
The simple things we are unknowingly in love with:
1. The half asleep feeling you have when first waking up
2. When you flip your pillow to the cold side
3. When a stranger compliments/smiles at you
4. Making a baby gigle
5. Waking up late to the sun through the blinds
6. The first bite of your favorite food
7. A friends hug after a hard day
8. Getting an A on a test you didn't study for
9. Rereading your favorite book
10. "Good Morning (: " text messages
11. Making eye contact from across the room with your crush
12. When the smell of his cologne stays on your shirt after you hang out (;
13. Thinking of something clever on your own
14. 4 am phone calls with your bestfriend to cry/vent .. whatever you need
15. Feeling needed by someone that you need
It's important to remember the little things.. because it's true that we love them just as much as the bigger stuff. Imagine your life with out them... shizzy. Be greatful <3
2. When you flip your pillow to the cold side
3. When a stranger compliments/smiles at you
4. Making a baby gigle
5. Waking up late to the sun through the blinds
6. The first bite of your favorite food
7. A friends hug after a hard day
8. Getting an A on a test you didn't study for
9. Rereading your favorite book
10. "Good Morning (: " text messages
11. Making eye contact from across the room with your crush
12. When the smell of his cologne stays on your shirt after you hang out (;
13. Thinking of something clever on your own
14. 4 am phone calls with your bestfriend to cry/vent .. whatever you need
15. Feeling needed by someone that you need
It's important to remember the little things.. because it's true that we love them just as much as the bigger stuff. Imagine your life with out them... shizzy. Be greatful <3
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Thoughts Winter Brings
Cold, Crisp- slightly shy.
Perfectly clean covers.
The sky will cry.
Hiding the dead- dirty things.
But not my mistakes.
Loudly they will sing.
The only color in spaces of white.
My clothes to my problems.
A layered- confusing, distant sight.
My thoughts slow down.
Yet actions too loud, Cry out.
Wait for the echos to come back around.
I am the small, single stain.
A perfect place.
It's okay I'm pardoned from pain.
To give your best.
Still no good.
Ignore me, but accept the rest.
-Simply Brooklyn
Perfectly clean covers.
The sky will cry.
Hiding the dead- dirty things.
But not my mistakes.
Loudly they will sing.
The only color in spaces of white.
My clothes to my problems.
A layered- confusing, distant sight.
My thoughts slow down.
Yet actions too loud, Cry out.
Wait for the echos to come back around.
I am the small, single stain.
A perfect place.
It's okay I'm pardoned from pain.
To give your best.
Still no good.
Ignore me, but accept the rest.
-Simply Brooklyn
MayDay Parade
Next month MDP is on tour in colorado and idaho... I'd say that is close enough to Utah.. and I would just be thee happiest lil girl on earth if someone decided to take me! My fingers are crossed! THIS song right here is prolly my favorite song by them.
So last night I had some crazy dreams..
I can't decide if i wish they were real or not... hmm. But really go check out that Mayday Parade link up there ^ because i know you wil just fall in love with them and all of their music! <3
That awkward moment when you want to go on a double date.. and you try to coax the guy into asking and he just doesn't and you feel like a dumb A**.. yeah this is one of those moments.
When you want to go back in time... Gosh that is just about every day//
When you realize valentines day is coming up.. and you don't have a boyfriend.... yay .. not.
Valentines Day sucks,, it's a giant reminder to all the single people that HEY! you are STILL single!! woot woot! congrats?
Did you know that it is extremely hard to break habits.. not even habits, that is the wrong word. Outlets? Relievers? I just don't have the words to explain. But it is hard to stop.. And I know most of you can relate. Sometimes you don't think it's possible.. heck im not sure if it is! But I hope it is <3 we can do this everybody..
I'll write soon. Prolly tomorrow. My creative juices are flowing, until then-
-Simply Brooklyn
So last night I had some crazy dreams..
I can't decide if i wish they were real or not... hmm. But really go check out that Mayday Parade link up there ^ because i know you wil just fall in love with them and all of their music! <3
That awkward moment when you want to go on a double date.. and you try to coax the guy into asking and he just doesn't and you feel like a dumb A**.. yeah this is one of those moments.
When you want to go back in time... Gosh that is just about every day//
When you realize valentines day is coming up.. and you don't have a boyfriend.... yay .. not.
Valentines Day sucks,, it's a giant reminder to all the single people that HEY! you are STILL single!! woot woot! congrats?
Did you know that it is extremely hard to break habits.. not even habits, that is the wrong word. Outlets? Relievers? I just don't have the words to explain. But it is hard to stop.. And I know most of you can relate. Sometimes you don't think it's possible.. heck im not sure if it is! But I hope it is <3 we can do this everybody..
I'll write soon. Prolly tomorrow. My creative juices are flowing, until then-
-Simply Brooklyn
Friday, January 13, 2012
Right Now
Right now I'm just kind of alone, And I don't really know where to go,
While I'm on the outside, always looking in, I can see your little fake show.
Right now I just sit and laugh, because of the fake life that you own,
And when I think more, I can see that it's not me, but You that is alone.
Right now I'm glad we're apart, your troubles no longer mine to hold,
The problems you caused are so long gone, and now this shit is just old.
Right now I fix myself, working hard- not selfish but eager to change,
Because you are just too much, I have my own issues to fix, rearrange.
Right now I look to My future, The past is exactly that- leave it that way,
We don't go back, we already know the ending, there is nothing else I can say.
Right now I'm alone, and honestly I do not mind,
Me is true, Me is sweet... Me is most unique and kind.
So Right now, you do you - and I'll do me.
-Simply Brooklyn
While I'm on the outside, always looking in, I can see your little fake show.
Right now I just sit and laugh, because of the fake life that you own,
And when I think more, I can see that it's not me, but You that is alone.
Right now I'm glad we're apart, your troubles no longer mine to hold,
The problems you caused are so long gone, and now this shit is just old.
Right now I fix myself, working hard- not selfish but eager to change,
Because you are just too much, I have my own issues to fix, rearrange.
Right now I look to My future, The past is exactly that- leave it that way,
We don't go back, we already know the ending, there is nothing else I can say.
Right now I'm alone, and honestly I do not mind,
Me is true, Me is sweet... Me is most unique and kind.
So Right now, you do you - and I'll do me.
-Simply Brooklyn
Fly
I'm ready to leave, I'm ready to go,
But to where I will leave, I do not know.
Anywhere will do, as long as I'm alone,
Please don't try to call, I won't answer the phone.
I want to fly, to see many things,
If only I could fly with these clipped wings.
Restrained and held back, anxious to soar,
Stuck in this cage, a life full of bore.
To be free would be nice, to live in the sky,
So stuck to this earth, not allowed to fly.
One day I will go, adventure much more,
And explore my whole being, not just my core.
Until then I will wait, so different - alone,
Dreaming of better days, when I have flown.
-Simply Brooklyn
But to where I will leave, I do not know.
Anywhere will do, as long as I'm alone,
Please don't try to call, I won't answer the phone.
I want to fly, to see many things,
If only I could fly with these clipped wings.
Restrained and held back, anxious to soar,
Stuck in this cage, a life full of bore.
To be free would be nice, to live in the sky,
So stuck to this earth, not allowed to fly.
One day I will go, adventure much more,
And explore my whole being, not just my core.
Until then I will wait, so different - alone,
Dreaming of better days, when I have flown.
-Simply Brooklyn
Sunday, January 8, 2012
A New Chapter
AH holy good gosh. . . It's 2012! A brand new year- a time to start fresh. Really guys, I'm sorry I haven't been writing! I really haven't been getting that many hits lately so I will have to start posting more! SO I know I keep saying that NEW STUFF is on it's way. . .Lies. That is me buying myself a little time. Lately I have been so busy and stressed and completely LOST! So I really do think it is time to get back on track to normal Brooklyn!
Did you guys make any 2012 resolutions? I think they are a great idea, although I hardly ever go through with mine....I will try super hard this year! HERE they are: get muscle tone.write more. read more. make time in each day for a reflection period. middle splits. get my double full. grow out my hair.
A little silly I know, but oh well! Another thing....... Third quarter is coming up!! you know what that means?...........Third Quarter list time!
.stick to my new years resolutions.
.get my GPA back up to a 4.0.
.don't focus on just one boy.....or at least try really hard to see others.
.find my dream lace dress for sweethearts.
.find a boy to ask to sweethearts?.
.focus on school...not stupid stuff.
.smile more, at other people, and just to myself.
.give love away like it's extra change.. most people need a lil extra.
.Plan my service project out.
.get a job.
Alright, short simple to the point <3 Those will be some things for me to live by :) now what else is new.. Oh yesterday I bought a bird! His name is Gyllenhaal <3 Birds really inspire me! Music? anything my Allred. Their covers are the BEST, and their originals are equally amazing so really.... check them out!
Its been real, its been fun... and I will try my very hardest to at least post one thing a week? Deal? mmkay!
-Simply Brooklyn
Did you guys make any 2012 resolutions? I think they are a great idea, although I hardly ever go through with mine....I will try super hard this year! HERE they are: get muscle tone.write more. read more. make time in each day for a reflection period. middle splits. get my double full. grow out my hair.
A little silly I know, but oh well! Another thing....... Third quarter is coming up!! you know what that means?...........Third Quarter list time!
.stick to my new years resolutions.
.get my GPA back up to a 4.0.
.don't focus on just one boy.....or at least try really hard to see others.
.find my dream lace dress for sweethearts.
.find a boy to ask to sweethearts?.
.focus on school...not stupid stuff.
.smile more, at other people, and just to myself.
.give love away like it's extra change.. most people need a lil extra.
.Plan my service project out.
.get a job.
Alright, short simple to the point <3 Those will be some things for me to live by :) now what else is new.. Oh yesterday I bought a bird! His name is Gyllenhaal <3 Birds really inspire me! Music? anything my Allred. Their covers are the BEST, and their originals are equally amazing so really.... check them out!
Its been real, its been fun... and I will try my very hardest to at least post one thing a week? Deal? mmkay!
-Simply Brooklyn
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