tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53311559755369353322024-03-21T21:41:15.896-07:00unsettled, curious.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050200762185862607noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331155975536935332.post-18084720498864219832014-03-17T04:31:00.001-07:002014-04-03T03:09:25.174-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050200762185862607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331155975536935332.post-73823254174058089212013-02-24T18:59:00.002-08:002013-02-24T18:59:33.742-08:00THE OTHER SIDE<br />
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An October afternoon:<br />Wet and still,<br />drenched<br />under a broken umbrella.<br /><br />Nobody cares<br />To ask why or to wonder,<br />And nobody dares<br />To snicker or smile.<br /><br />I’ve learned<br />the men of this road<br />are hasty and impulsive,<br />selfish and cruel,<br />always wishing,<br />wanting<br />and waiting<br />to win.<br /><br />So often I question<br />Why I bother to walk<br />On the road of<br />the so-called "life".<br /><br />An October afternoon,<br />Wet and still,<br />I look up to the sky and smile.<br />Because I realize that<br />there is better side.<br />And that side is waiting<br />For me.</div>
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Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050200762185862607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331155975536935332.post-73954625764374662902012-12-17T03:08:00.000-08:002012-12-17T04:11:27.875-08:00something i wrote when i was very, very tired.<div style="text-align: center;">
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i'm surprised with what i can actually do when i am lightheaded and a little sick.</div>
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there's a virus going around in school. i think i've caught a bit of it.</div>
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but because of my excessive intake of chocolate and sweets this season, i seem to be just fine.</div>
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i am, however, missing the beach.</div>
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<i>here i lay</i></div>
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<i>on a summer afternoon</i></div>
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<i>almost memorizing</i></div>
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<i>how crabs scamper,</i></div>
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<i>the pull of the high tide,</i></div>
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<i>the salty scent,</i></div>
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<i>how my fingers fit into my sloppy hair and,</i></div>
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<i>the flight of the wind </i></div>
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<i>because one day,</i></div>
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<i>all of this will be gone.</i></div>
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<i>this bliss.</i></div>
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<i>this innocence.</i></div>
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<i>this youth.</i></div>
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<i>and here i lay</i></div>
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<i>on a summer afternoon</i></div>
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<i>wishing for</i></div>
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<i>anything </i></div>
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<i>that might make me forget.</i></div>
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<i>forget it all.</i></div>
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<i>forget the waves and how they move.</i></div>
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<i>forget the salty scent of an endless summer,</i></div>
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<i>forget the wind and how it grazes through my disheveled hair.</i></div>
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<i>because it might save me.</i></div>
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<i>it just might help to forget.</i></div>
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<i>so here i lay</i></div>
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<i>on a summer afternoon,</i></div>
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<i>mixed inside.</i></div>
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<i>because i know,</i></div>
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<i>that i will never fail</i></div>
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<i>to remember.</i><br />
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Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050200762185862607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331155975536935332.post-23819217166634645582012-11-20T04:10:00.003-08:002012-11-20T04:12:15.675-08:00so recently...<center>
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i've found myself in a community and in a place where i am limited to sharing my personal beliefs.</div>
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i've found myself in a place where reading the bible during golden hour isnt "cool"</div>
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i wonder what it feels like.</div>
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to know that deep inside, someone loves you, but they don't like showing it because they're afraid of what others think. i've been thinking about this a lot lately. i know it isn't right, how i'm so captivated with what society must say and must think of me. i know that i'm being lured into the bottomless pit of peer pressure - where the hole will go on deeper and deeper, and the wounds of my faults will leave even deeper scars. i don't want to forget about my roots and about my beliefs. i don't want people to untie the strong knot of faith that i've been tying my whole life. i won't let them.</div>
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but i never expected things to be this difficult.</div>
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this whole struggle, i mean.</div>
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and as i think of this, i imagine a man in a suit with a wine glass giving me the eeriest smile in the world, saying: "welcome to reality."</div>
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thank you for the welcome, sir. but what i am really interested in is how i find my way in it.</div>
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+ if you've got any ideas on how i can handle peer pressure, i'd gladly take your ideas+</div>
Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13050200762185862607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331155975536935332.post-74650662690535824992012-11-06T02:24:00.002-08:002012-11-06T02:50:44.337-08:00::hidden, film // frugal first thoughts<br />
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<i>her heart was a little too open, </i><i>and then it was too late. </i><i>she had fallen. </i><i>she had failed.</i><br />
<i>and then only light glistened through </i><i>the streaks of her hair - to the world </i><i>she was unseen: </i><i>disregarded</i><br />
<i>called fool and </i><i>abandoned.</i><br />
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<i>this was her doing - </i><i>she knows that. </i><i>yet she fails to believe it; and until she realizes - she's hidden in the darkness forever.</i><br />
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{self pity & arrogance}<br />
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i get dramatic a lot. letting people know about my frustration isn't the best way to handle stress.<br />
i've created a whole new list on how to confront that dramatic side of me.<br />
i'm proud of this list. i do want to add nutella crepes on so badly, but tea sounds a lot more soothing.<br />
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+ read Philippians 4:6-7<br />
and the best part of your favorite book<br />
+ listen to Iridescent by Linkin Park<br />
+ talk to someone about it<br />
+ make yourself a cup of tea<br />
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i am the student. you are the teachers. welcome to where i write and showcase some photography {primarily on film}, share it with you and ask for what you think - how i should improve; what you like and what you don't like. this is where the more defiant side of me stays; a little more curios and a little bit confused - a christian girl on an entwined path struggling with friends, peer pressure and society as it slowly creeps on the tips of her spine with the unheard ticks of the clock of life ticks tremendously; impatiently waiting for this girl to make her decisions already.<br />
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