An Education

An Education is what everyone needs. Seriously, go watch this movie. I had my doubts, this being a movie centered on romance (not my usual cinematic fare) - but it was wonderful and oh-so-utterly ME.

please please please let me get what i want

Sometimes I wonder...am I the only one who feels this way?

am I the only one who goes through life

doggedly trying to fix my mistakes?

Every action becomes an attempt

to leave a footprint on this earth

but others, others who pretend to follow in my footsteps,

they instead wipe the surface clean

erasing all traces of me, of my existence.

Do not complain to me of your petty misfortunes

the others, perhaps, may lend an ear.

But I cannot sympathize.

They who have borne the world on their shoulders

think little of those who cannot even lift a stone.

It is best, therefore, to suffer in silence.

The sounds of weeping are already enough to echo in the cavern of my heart,

and anguish need not be voiced so that it rings in the halls of the world as well.

"Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful death,

Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain..."

---John Keat's Ode to a Nightingale

going on

found this amidst 8th grade homework assignments.

takes me back.

She goes on

Away.

By the lightless road of despair

She did pass us

Face heavy with worries

And misery.

For she has struggled to get by so much

She went on

Swimming through entire seas

With gloomy waters

And vicious currents threatening

To pull her under.

Yet she goes on.

She has conquered holocausts

Where fire seemed to burn from hell itself

And there existed no water

To extinguish the flames.

She goes on.

Hope remains her guiding light

Through forests of darkness

In her sole presence.

She winds through mazes of lonely caves

Where the only sound heard

Is the echoing of her footsteps.

Dark indeed were the tunnels she traveled

Slippery were the walls she clung to

In pursuit of the lightened cavern of joy.

And those hopes and dreams are timeless,

More so seems the path one must take

The strife one must endure

To reach the light.

And still,

She goes on.