Wednesday, December 15, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 2:38 AM |
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Saturday, October 30, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 2:55 PM |
The coldness seeps into my bones
And fills my body with despair
I’m waiting here,
Waiting for a change in this weather
Waiting for the warmth to find me again
My cheeks burn from the icy wind
My body shakes in a feeble attempt to stay warm
As my icy world slowly falls apart
The wind slows
The ice cracks with massive booms
And those rays of light I’ve been longing for appear
The sun bathes me in its warmth once again.
Sunday, October 24, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 3:39 AM |
As the sun disappears into the sea the night awakens
The moon’s piercing light penetrates through the clouds
Illuminates the earth below
But the moon is lonely
All up there in the big night sky
Sure it has the stars but,
It is the only one.
It has nothing to compare itself to
Does it wonder if it’s doing its job right?
Does it wonder about how bright it shines?
Does it wonder if it is the right size?
Wouldn’t it be lovely being the only one?
Having nothing to compare yourself with?
The moon is lonely
But it’s happy to be that way.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 2:44 AM |
I can write so many beginnings but hardly any endings. Even as a child I was always prone to writing very sudden endings to any written assignments for class. I don’t know why this is, I can write a perfect beginning, an action packed middle, but just no ending. I can imagine the whole story/poem/recount in my mind but I just can’t grasp the words to finish it off. Sure I can kill the characters off, but most times I just give up. I just keep writing until I can't write any more.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 2:07 AM |
Monday, October 11, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 1:16 AM |
“Belief makes things real, makes things feel, feel alright.
Belief makes things true, things like you, you and I.”
I don’t believe there is a heaven or a hell.
I don’t believe there is a God who created all.
I don’t believe that anything will ‘save’ us.
I don’t believe that I will be punished for my sins.
But I do believe in myself, my strength, my will, my sense of reality, my emotions. I believe in you. I believe that if you try to get somewhere, do something that eventually, if you persist at it, you will achieve your goal, if you set something in your mind whatever that may be, it can be achieved.
Sunday, October 10, 2010| Posted by molliesandercock | at 12:42 AM |
Love lives in all of us.
We love our pets, our families, our friends, our boyfriends, our girlfriends, our books, our schools, our cars; really you can find love in everything. But because we love it does that mean we have to trust it? Sure trust and love should go hand in hand, but most of the time they don’t. If you trusted people like you loved them, with all your heart and soul, no one would have any secrets. No one would keep anything to themselves or try to help themselves, they would just confide in their love. Love and trust both have different velocities. You can love and trust people to a limit and different people have different limits. There are some things that I wouldn’t want to know from my loved one, I wouldn’t want to hear their brutal honesty on every single little thing, I wouldn’t want to hear about every single one of their problems, sure it may be cruel but I wouldn’t want them to be reliant on me.
People need to live for themselves.
They need to be able to breathe on their own and do what they want without someone always looking over their shoulder. I don’t trust everyone I love, and I know other people that are the same. Maybe we are the minority, maybe we are the fucked up one’s that don’t know what trust is, we sure don’t know what love is and I don’t think anyone truly does. Everyone has their own opinion of what love is, how far the person you love can go until you realise they aren’t worth loving anymore. Some people don’t deserve love at all, well in my opinion anyway. If they can’t appreciate the person who loves them with all their heart, they don’t deserve love at all... or until they learn how to love back.
I don’t understand love at such a young age.
Children, teenagers, anyone under the age of 50, I don’t know how they can say they love each other. Children I believe can’t understand love at all, they only love their parents because they have to and their parents have only done what their animal instinct has told them, procreate and then raise the offspring. It’s the same out in Africa with the Lions, the mother raises the cubs and then they leave. Parents are only doing the same, they raise their children, and then they leave. Teenagers get confused with love and infatuation. Sure you may have strong feelings for them but you don’t know what love actually is, you are only guessing. You have not been alive long enough to grasp the concept of love, you are living a fantasy. True love takes time to accomplish. True love is accomplished when you have spent your lives together, trusting each other, raising your children, seeing your grandchildren grow and develop together, all the while learning about the other person and loving both their positive and negative qualities. Think of your grandparents, do they need to express their love to each other? Do they embrace or kiss each other goodbye? If the answer is no, like it is for my grandparents, I believe this is because they know when they get back, their love will always be there. They trust that, that special person will be there even if it’s in spirit, or their memories that they’ve shared. I hope that one day I will be like my grandparents, trusting and loving each other, respecting each other and their beliefs.
Love is a struggle, let’s face it together.
Some people are afraid to love, they are afraid to trust. I know I am, I’m afraid to trust people. I’m afraid I’ll get hurt. There is no actual reason for this, you know like for some people it’s because their parents abused them or they had a frightening childhood, thing is I didn’t. I had a normal childhood, I went on holidays, I participated in my favourite sports, I wasn’t lonely, I excelled in school, I had pets, I had parents who loved me, family members, friends. The only thing I can guess it has come from is the stories my mother told me about her abusive first husband (not my dad). Throughout my life I will learn that I can trust people, friends, family, boys, but no one should expect me to now.