The elements of beauty

In the way I see it…

All fairy tales start with the beautiful girl being evil and the less beautiful girl being the good one. I don’t agree…
Every girl with a good heart is beautiful. Being beautiful is not being fair, having long hair or having a slim body. Beauty is actually having eyes that reflect your words, ears that hear with patience and a heart that heals another person’s sorrow.
Beauty, just like energy cannot be created or destroyed. It just changes from one form to another: speaking to the sick is beautiful, smiling at a heart broken person is beautiful, and standing by a lone person is beautiful.
These are the things that make you beautiful. Not make-up, not glittery dresses and surely not the world’s most expensive costume jewelery.

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Who you are

This is exactly what happened today in the Chemistry lab. To see my friends hurt is something that hurts me the most.

He’s my friend. I’ve been with him when he was lost and when he was scared. He’s been counting on me for having fun… so what really happened today?
My hyperactive friend who many mock at has always been perfectly good to me. Today he wasn’t normal, he wan’t hyper, he wasn’t even running around the chemistry lab which says something. I learned it was all beacause of a small problem. He was sitting alone and speaking to me about girls. He wanted advice about them and he smiled but that smile was just a portrait smile. His eyes showed the pain, his feelings. He was betrayed, thrown rocks at and trampled. I tried to speak him out of it but he refused to listen… he called himself a loser and was sitting there all to himself. He wasn’t himself at all. He was just a completely new, silent, unbelievable person… I didn’t like it – not a single bit. If anyone was daring to change my friend into something he’s not I would stand in their way. All my other friends were trying to help too but what I told him affected other people more than the betrayed person itself – “<name>, you’ll never know how many people love you for who you are… and how many people hate you for who you’ve become. Please, don’t let anyone change you…” I watched the expression on each face changing… Suddenly I turned the other way around… and wiped that tear making its way down my cheek…

Err… excuse me? Can somebody explain?

Right then what I wanted the most was for someone to come and explain what was going on… and then let me hear “their part of the story”. But I’m not forgetting to mention a huge THANK YOU to all those who stood by me by word, by tears or by presence to help me stand up to a story that didn’t make sense to me…

 

You have heard a lot about that day… about what they saw. But no one really heard what I was feeling like when all those people were trying to jam in something that didn’t make any sense into my mind. They were all trying to say something… it seemed to coincide but I couldn’t make any sense of it all. They were all trying to be the first person to let me know that they never believed in her. But who? I could only guess. People were speaking to me as if I knew what they were speaking about. It was actually frustrating how they expected me to know everything. When I asked them they just laughed and said “you know who”. But who on Earth was “You know who”? Who had caused a problem good enough to make so many people die to tell me their point of view. People I had never spoken to, I’ve never bothered to turn back and look, were all surrounding me and raising their voice just to let me hear “their part of the story”. But what story were they speaking about? It made absolutely no sense to me. So I waited until someone would come and explain it in full for me…

A battle never fought

A thousand miles may put us apart
But together we stand in each others heart
To a friend who’s lost her family in a battle never fought
I dedicate poem with much love and thought.

Every breeze, every wind whisperes your name
Of the times we’ve lost, times that’ll never be the same
There were a lot of things we couldn’t change…
A lot of things I couldn’t give in exchange.

Friendship was what mattered the most to us
We fought, we won, we gave, we lost…
But did it really matter to you? To me?
No, it was our friendship that mattered, you see?

We loved those who loved us,
Fair with those who hated.
We turned back to see if we were being followed…
Now I’m looking back at that long, empty winding road.

We said we’d stick together till the end
Forever and always as two best friends
We tried, we cried, we fought a battle never won…
We held each other for dear life when we were asked to run.

With my finger I draw in the skies
Our laughter, our pain, our joys, our cries…
The stars twinkle down upon me…
Your face in the night sky, that’s what I see…