Love Music

Love Music

The most beautiful music has no words...
Only sounds created by the collision of
Two Hearts
As they beat simultaneously
Never to part
Fighting for the right to express
To the rest...it's emotions
Using music as a demonstration
But only I understand
The biggest fan
Of this music with no words...
Only feelings
Hiding behind the sounds of Love
Love...that can't be seen only felt
Thru the making of Music
The making of Love
Created in the Heavens above
Felt thru the hearts of many...
Understood by none

*Tell me what you think...I felt it was all over the place but got good reviews on it*

Real Shit: A Person Only Treats You How You Allow Them 2

"A Person Only Treats You How You Allow Them Too"

It took me a long time to understand this statement. I use to think, "how is that so, I can't control one's action so how am I responsible". Then I realized...I am responsible for how I react to other's action and any repeat actions I allow to affect me. If you do not like the way someone is treating you let them know. If they continue the treatment then walk your ass away. If you want someone to change you must change as well to show you mean business. People learn their boundaries by experimenting what actions you accept. If your reaction is always the same just stop, I don't like it, and/or empty threats they will continue to taunt you.
This is very important when dealing with relationships. I'm going to share my experience and how I came to this conclusion.

Real Shit Series

I will posting blogs titled "Real Shit: Insert Topic". These blogs maybe be rants, vents, journal entries, advice or informational posts about real life shit situations. Feel free to comment as you please but keep my sensitivity in mind while doing so.

Thank you...I hope you enjoy my "Real Shit"

Midnight Minuet

I wrote this way back in my junior year of high school. It took place during out winter ball "Midnight Minuet". I know it looks long but it's a fast read.

Midnight Minuet

You
Me
She
and the world

The world
Oh how its gossips
About You, Me,
And…She
But the world can’t see
The way things ought to be
It only sees what it chooses to see

See it believes
It knows all about me
You and…she
But it doesn’t know anything

Nothing at all