There is a bridge
Its existence has long been forgotten
by minds turned cold with age
Doubt, molded my reality's fingers,
creeps upon you with time
upsetting every facet of thought
changing you from the mind out
There is a bridge
Its existance has only just been discovered
by untainted minds so green with life
Doubt, like an opportunist it is, has not yet
penetrated their ability to believe
but waits for a moment of loss
There is a bridge
this bridge exists
in eyes that can morph reality
without stepping a toe on its actuality
To get lost in creation,
your world becomes more than an illustration
There is a bridge
This bridge exists
In a tangible way
a bridge is a bridge
forgotten minds do say
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
quotes to live by... (if you need a lil pick me up)
Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.
This above all: To your own self, be true.
Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time.
They can because they think they can. (<<<law of attractions..shit's for real)
When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.
It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not
This above all: To your own self, be true.
Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time.
They can because they think they can. (<<<law of attractions..shit's for real)
When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.
It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Pray for the hurt and forgotten souls
It is a tradition in the Coyle house that every Christmas we draw names out of a hat and whomever we draw we have to hand craft a present for said person. This year fate gave me my brother D's name and i was in for a little bit of a challenge. I started wracking my brain for ideas- he likes to fish, he loves science, he loves his guitar...hmm what should i do? until...ding ding ding! i got an idea. My idea was to make him a tackle box and not juts any old nasty tackle box, a Minnesota Gopher's colored one. He would love it.
So, with the idea fresh in my head and the motivation of, well, a senior about to graduate, i had to look for some outside help. I went to my dad, the handy man of course, and he immediately started sketching out ideas and jabbering my ear off about how we could do this and that if we got a whatcha-mah-call-it or a doodad of some sort. 99% of it went over my head. Let's just say I never watched Bob The Builder. So, after we got the plan set and I was all excited, fate stepped in...again. I got sick and it completely wiped me out. There was no chance that this tackle box was going to be made anytime soon simply because I could barely lift my head off my pillow. Therefore, it got put on hold.
Saturday came around (today) and I was finally feeling a little better so I told my dad I was up to go to Home Depot to get our supplies for our task at hand. We get there and everything is going as planned; we find the boards we need, the screws, the paint and.... a toilet paper roller? Idk my dad is weird but he added it to the cart.
This moment, at the checkout counter, is the reason i wrote this. As we were scanning our items (a self check out machine don't ya know) there was a family walking through the isles behind us. At first glance they looked like the cutest new family- a relatively attractive dad, a pretty, well-dressed mom and the cutest 6 year old dressed in her snow stuff with little pig tails. I passed my eyes over them like I would do to any other person until i saw the mom shove the little girl. My eyes darted back and i couldn't break the stare. I was in awe at what I saw (pardon the rhyme.) At second glance, i saw hate in the parents eyes and hurt and emptiness in the little girl's. If one shove wasn't enough, this little girl got a double dosage but this time by her dad; she went into the isle wall. What was she doing wrong? walking to slow? walking the wrong way? looking at the wrong thing? WHAT WAS SHE DOING WRONG? nothing. I had to turn away to keep myself from crying. No little kid deserves that. All i wanted to do was run up to those parents and whack them with the 2x4 my dad and I had just bought and then poke their eyes out with the screws and then steal away that little girl and bring her to a place that she would be safe forever. I was filled with hate towards those parents, a hate that made my insides hot.
It made me think about the upcoming holidays. We are all so joyous and happy during this season that we forget to think about those kids that don't get to run down the stairs to the magic that Santa brings on Christmas morning, instead they run down the stairs so they don't get beat by their parents. It breaks my heart right in two. Pray for these kids on christmas morning because every kid deserves to wake up with a smile on christmas morning and have hope and joy in their hearts.
So, with the idea fresh in my head and the motivation of, well, a senior about to graduate, i had to look for some outside help. I went to my dad, the handy man of course, and he immediately started sketching out ideas and jabbering my ear off about how we could do this and that if we got a whatcha-mah-call-it or a doodad of some sort. 99% of it went over my head. Let's just say I never watched Bob The Builder. So, after we got the plan set and I was all excited, fate stepped in...again. I got sick and it completely wiped me out. There was no chance that this tackle box was going to be made anytime soon simply because I could barely lift my head off my pillow. Therefore, it got put on hold.
Saturday came around (today) and I was finally feeling a little better so I told my dad I was up to go to Home Depot to get our supplies for our task at hand. We get there and everything is going as planned; we find the boards we need, the screws, the paint and.... a toilet paper roller? Idk my dad is weird but he added it to the cart.
This moment, at the checkout counter, is the reason i wrote this. As we were scanning our items (a self check out machine don't ya know) there was a family walking through the isles behind us. At first glance they looked like the cutest new family- a relatively attractive dad, a pretty, well-dressed mom and the cutest 6 year old dressed in her snow stuff with little pig tails. I passed my eyes over them like I would do to any other person until i saw the mom shove the little girl. My eyes darted back and i couldn't break the stare. I was in awe at what I saw (pardon the rhyme.) At second glance, i saw hate in the parents eyes and hurt and emptiness in the little girl's. If one shove wasn't enough, this little girl got a double dosage but this time by her dad; she went into the isle wall. What was she doing wrong? walking to slow? walking the wrong way? looking at the wrong thing? WHAT WAS SHE DOING WRONG? nothing. I had to turn away to keep myself from crying. No little kid deserves that. All i wanted to do was run up to those parents and whack them with the 2x4 my dad and I had just bought and then poke their eyes out with the screws and then steal away that little girl and bring her to a place that she would be safe forever. I was filled with hate towards those parents, a hate that made my insides hot.
It made me think about the upcoming holidays. We are all so joyous and happy during this season that we forget to think about those kids that don't get to run down the stairs to the magic that Santa brings on Christmas morning, instead they run down the stairs so they don't get beat by their parents. It breaks my heart right in two. Pray for these kids on christmas morning because every kid deserves to wake up with a smile on christmas morning and have hope and joy in their hearts.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
One more thing...
Quote of the day:"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." - Martin Luther King Jr.
Senior year
Whoever said senior year was going to be the best year was a dirty liar. So far senior year has consisted of endless drama, parents ragging on me all hours of the day, teachers, tests, tests and wait...homework? Only 3 hours of it... no big deal! NOT LIKE I DON'T HAVE OTHER STRESSORS IN MY LIFE. Talk about stressors- my back has never been so tense in my life.
Doesn't it suck when life goes from "cloud 9" to "wait, what cloud?" I feel like that's what senior year has brought me, or taken away rather. Snowy, dreary days like today leave me with a sense of awe; I can't believe all the shit that I have gone through. There has never been a second in my life where I have regretted anything from my past, but today is a different story. I have been thinking endlessly since I arrived home from school about my past, my friends, ex lovers and lost family members. It BLOWS my mind how one second, everything can be normal and dandy and one blink later, everything's in pieces. Example A? My life.
I say pieces with a "I-know-I-will-put-them-back-together-eventually-it-just-sucks-right-now" kinda feel to it. In the past two weeks alone, my life has completely changed. I don't like change. My grandpa died, I lost my best friend and I ended everything with the only guy I have ever loved. Talk about a whoozy. My heart hurts in places I did not know it could, but the pain truly is a reminded that it all happened for the better. That idea got me thinking- what if change isn't such a taboo, scary thing? Change is inevitable; change allows the world to adapt, evolve and strive in its surroundings.
I don't know what is going on in my mind right now...so i leave with a simple question- Why do bad things happen to good people?
Peace, love and John Lennon
Doesn't it suck when life goes from "cloud 9" to "wait, what cloud?" I feel like that's what senior year has brought me, or taken away rather. Snowy, dreary days like today leave me with a sense of awe; I can't believe all the shit that I have gone through. There has never been a second in my life where I have regretted anything from my past, but today is a different story. I have been thinking endlessly since I arrived home from school about my past, my friends, ex lovers and lost family members. It BLOWS my mind how one second, everything can be normal and dandy and one blink later, everything's in pieces. Example A? My life.
I say pieces with a "I-know-I-will-put-them-back-together-eventually-it-just-sucks-right-now" kinda feel to it. In the past two weeks alone, my life has completely changed. I don't like change. My grandpa died, I lost my best friend and I ended everything with the only guy I have ever loved. Talk about a whoozy. My heart hurts in places I did not know it could, but the pain truly is a reminded that it all happened for the better. That idea got me thinking- what if change isn't such a taboo, scary thing? Change is inevitable; change allows the world to adapt, evolve and strive in its surroundings.
I don't know what is going on in my mind right now...so i leave with a simple question- Why do bad things happen to good people?
Peace, love and John Lennon
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