Firestarter

Give me a wish,
Give me a break,
Don't raise hell,
Just for your sake.

You stomp the innocent,
Sniffing for fresh meat,
Stand in line,
Take a seat.

Children are starving,
On the streets,
Children you look over,
Ones you never see.

If berating people,
Makes you feel good,
If killing others,
Makes you understood.

Know we understand you,
I know you all too well,
You control people with fear,
You're fate too soon to tell.

Fear may feed your fire,
But you've given me a spark,
To ignite the playing field,
Heart over mind; you're mind over heart.

Start a little fire,
Let out a little sigh,
Watch the unset,
And then watch it rise.

We will scream and yell,
Push and fight,
Snuff out a lot of dark,
Let in a little light.

Cut down the ropes,
Hang a new one with your name,
You don't know what you've done,
Now.
Now we're playing games.

Faced Fears. Redemption Found. I Have Chosen. I Am Brave.

Truth is an existence that is chosen.

Putting aside today all of the negative, all of the escapes from reality. Putting aside today the little voice in our head that makes you wonder who you really are. Where do you belong in this life? Where do you belong in society? What is your purpose? Your plan? We've all wondered. What are your weaknesses and your strengths. What do you suck at and what do you excel at? Do you hate reading? Writing? Are you even reading this right now? Do you prefer peace or do like the adrenaline that comes along with a fight? Are you passive or  do you stand up for yourself and others? Do you like the waters calm or do you prefer it choppy and dangerous? Are you kind? Are you smart? Are you selfless? Are you honest? Are you brave?

Yes. I have read the entire series of Divergent. Twice. Yes. I am now reading Divergent Thinking to get into the minds of the Divergent and find out about our fears and what it means to overcome them, or simply accept them and most past them. To find out what others think that it means to be BRAVE. And...no. I am not giving a review because I would rave on way too long, and I have spoiler tendencies:) But note. I do love the series. I love anything that teaches bravery, hope, and selflessness. Which is also why I love The Hunger Games. 

So I have read some very interesting things thus far, and wanted to comment.
1: What the Candor say about the Amity faction. " Those who seek peace above all else will always deceive to keep the waters calm." Also stated in the book Divergent Thinking from writer Rosemary Clement-Moore "It is true that throughout history people have, in the name of peace, let terrible things happen. There's a pretty dead-on real-world example of this in Neville Chamberlain, the British Prime Minister in the 1930's. In order to preserve peace, he allowed Hitler's Germany to stomp over a good part of Europe until it became clear that Adolph wasn't going to stop unless someone made him."
And in my opinion, look what happened trying to keep peace. Millions of innocent men, women, and children were starved, tormented, beaten, and slaughtered in despicable ways, leaving the death toll so high that generations upon generations of us know about it, and generations upon generations will continue to learn about it. Was that peaceful? I think not. Was Neville peaceful even though he didn't get his hands dirty? I think not. Standing by and watching leaves your hands bloody and stained, just as if you had done the killing yourself.
I believe in a peace of mind. But I believe in standing up for yourself and the innocent. And if that means the waters will become rough, so be it. I believe also in "ordinary acts of bravery." Divergent.

So to our next topic. "Ordinary acts of bravery." What does that mean?
Ordinary acts of bravery can occur in your daily life. It doesn't mean the absence of fear. It doesn't mean that you can't be afraid of anything at all. It only means to look that fear in the face and tell it that it's not going to stop you. It means that you have to recognize that fear, overcome that fear, and continue on knowing full and well that this is your decision and it's what you were meant to do. And it doesn't have to be something crazy like saving the world. Most people in this life won't have a chance to do that, if it's even possible, which I'm starting to think it's not. There are so many corrupt. The most you can do is strengthen your ideas and yourself and stand strong to face and weed out some of the corrupt. No. Ordinary acts of bravery can be standing up for somebody standing beside you. It can mean facing your own personal demons and beating them into the ground. And then doing that every single day. To be brave could mean by simply getting out of bed in the morning when you just don't think you can. I know we're talking about Divergent, but one of my favorite quotes from Catching Fire is "The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand." Standing up when you don't think you can anymore can be brave. Going on stage with only you and your guitar for the first time is brave. Sending in submission letters for your manuscript and then facing that first, second, or third rejection is brave. There are so many ways to be brave.

Back to the very first line of this blog entry. Truth is an existence that is chosen. I wrote that. I wrote that because that in and of itself is the truth. We choose the truth. We choose whether or not we want to tell the truth or lie. When the truth is told to us we choose to listen and accept or ignore and defy. Sometimes the truth is hard. Really hard. Sometimes listening to or telling the truth will be one of the hardest things that you will ever have to do. That is why it is a choice. And by telling the truth...or even listening can be a simple act of bravery in itself.

Selflessness. Selflessness is brave because in a world of selfishness and greed we have to choose to overcome that. We have to go against the grain, tide, or wind. (Whichever analogy you prefer.) When one is being selfish and eating their dinners of steak every night, another is starving on the street digging through dumpsters to find their dinner. It is selfless to share your food with them, to give them money in the grocery line when they don't have enough of their own and have to start putting their food back just so they can get their baby formula and diapers. It is selfless to hand out and extra blanket or shirt when one is cold. Or to give them a twenty when they are standing with a sign on the street corner in the bitter cold. Even if it's your last twenty. Acts of selflessness are acts of bravery. It is brave to do without so another can just scrape by, so another doesn't go hungry or cold. Protecting someone you love is selfless and brave, even it means sacrificing your own life. You may do it because you have a heart, you may do it because you have been there. It doesn't matter why. You are brave.

And it is brave to be smart in a world that thinks it's cooler to be stupid, in a world that wants you to be stupid. It is brave to dig deeper and learn. Whether it be for recreation, fun, yourself, or the truth.

And it is brave to be peaceful. Because sometimes you have to be peaceful to the ones that have hurt you the most. And that is SO damn hard. That is what makes it brave. It is brave to smile, most of all forgive even if it doesn't feel whole or real, and move forward. Just don't become so peaceful that you can't reach out of your own comfort zone to help someone else despite the consequence. Don't be afraid of rough waters.

This whole thing is really just my personal opinion about what it means to be divergent. It is my personal thoughts on bravery. It is what I feel really matters. So I will leave now, but I will leave you with one final thought and quote that I really, truly loved from Divergent Thinking.

"Fear isn't an enemy of bravery. Driving people to free themselves completely from fear doesn't necessarily mean their actions will be brave. Fear is what makes people brave- feelings afraid, yet acting in spite of that fear." Elizabeth Norris

That, my friends and followers, is what ordinary acts of bravery are all about.

References from Divergent and Divergent Thinking. Also one from "Catching Fire." And a sincere thank you to both Veronica Roth and Suzanne Collins for some meaningful, inspiring, and unforgettable trilogies.

I have thought a lot about this. I love each faction for their different strengths. But if I really had to choose. I choose Dauntless.

Newfound Grace

First off, you've taught me all of the best things. All of the things that matter the most. You have made my hours seem like minutes, and sometimes my seconds feel like days. But in the end it's all a blur.

It's been good. It's been daring. It's been the ride of a lifetime, but it's been ours. We've lived times with passion and filled to the brim with love. And I am so very lucky to love you and in return be loved by you, my dear.

Darling, we have never looked down, or feared, or doubted. We have never looked back to see how far we have come. We only know what it's like to move ahead. Ahead towards future dances, and kisses, and 'I love you's'. We reach for moonlight, stardust, and pure untouched magic. And we should do this.

We should dance. We owe it to ourselves and each other and our very own heart beats. We owe it to the long nights and even shorter sunny days. We owe it to a thousand days past and a million more to come.

You are so good. So true. So precious.

You still have a bright, undying, unfading fire courses that through your veins and burns in your very bones. And I love that so much about you. You still believe in everything that this world has to offer and my hopes are that it gives you everything that you have ever wanted or dreamed of.

You don't know yet about distance and breaking down. You don't know about destruction and what it feels like to have to try to fix everything. And it's so lovely seeing that reflect in your beautiful eyes. There is something so magical and golden about it.

And finally, just know that you are my home. You are my logic. You are my miracle and my fairytale. You are my knight and my damsel. You are my dragons and crystals. You are my magic. And you, darling, are my newfound grace.

So let's sing loudly. Let's play even when we're not supposed to. Let's laugh and talk and maybe even scream. Let's dance all night instead of sleeping. Let's dream while we're awake. Let's just simply be.

Just for now. And just until the end of all time. And maybe even afterwards. 

Strands Of Sparks

I never saw, never saw it coming.
Braids in my hair,
Flowers if you dare.
We're a pretty train wreck explosion.
And we're sick of games,
Standing up in flames.
They're greedy for riches and the throne.
Magic and dust, lucky us,
Here we are all alone.

And we go down.
On fire.
Hanging onto barbed wire.
Holding hands,
See the lovely strands of sparks,
Slowly igniting my heart.

Cruelty and arrows have done it, done us in.
We've tried our bravery,
Seen a lot lately.
We've smiled more in fear.
And we're in the games,
Standing among the flames.
Killing the riches and the throne.
A trail of blood, lucky us,
We're all alone.

I never saw, never saw it coming,
I'm waiting my turn in line.
Cautious plays, a million trades,
Shooting arrows, let them fly.
Let them fly.

We've smiled more in fear.
And we're in the games,
Among the flames.
Killing riches and the throne.

Manifestations

Everything ends at some point. Everything comes to and end. The good, the bad. The right and wrong. Colors change and fade and dim until they too are different and frayed around the edges. People change on the inside and out until they recreate themselves into another being. Another piece of work. Until they forget who they were and only know themselves as the empty shell that they are now.

Mosaic art forms crumble at our feet and we watch as their once beautiful perfections decay and blow into dust. And we alter.

We alter ourselves. Others change our course, our direction, our tides. We take the small things and make them big and then turn the big things into almost nothing. We take the wrong things and make them right and then sit back and wonder what happened and how it all went wrong. We play with the hands of time and forget all about the sun. We forget that we have no control, so in all of the fear of losing control, we create our own control and we revel in it like a drug. But it's a poison. Because it's all just illusions that manifests itself as control so for just a second we can forget about how everything is so screwed up. So that we can numb our spirit and forget what it's really like to be alive.

Well, I don't want to forget.

But dull needles tick away at our consciousness. Stars tick away at our dreams. People chip away at our heart. And the things that we never forgive ourselves for chip away at our very own soul. Until we are left. We are left with fight or flight, we only save ourselves. And maybe we do. Maybe no one else will. But maybe. Just maybe someone will try. Maybe you will try. Just one soul...one day.

We have nothing left to be scared of. Only the things that we imagine. Only the things that we create with too much time and talentless fingers. Only the webs that we weave. And only the things that WANT us to fear them.

They feed and we give. And the pattern continues until you realize it. And only then can you stop it. Only then can we live.

I don't want to see the ending. I only want to see beginnings. But as I said...everything comes to an end. Whether it be dull or bright, with fire or with rain. Or whether it be with me by your side. Just promise me one thing. Take me somewhere where I don't know how it will end. Take me somewhere where I can't see it coming.

Hang Up

The blue sky has turned to gray.
You picked a lucky dandelion and it blew away.
You lost your four leaf clover.
Nothing but dirt in your hands.
You thought that you'd cross that bridge over but instead you're sinking in quick sand.

Let it hang up.
Just leave it out to dry.
Like clothes on the line, wind blowing high.
You put your love in a basket, tucked away and had it.
But you never know who you are running from.
So let it hang up.

Your silver lining is shining,  but it's not quite silver.
And sometimes you feel just so damn little.
You never know where to go.
Pull yourself up, or just hang low?
You know, you blend in hoping that you'll never find yourself again.

But I bet your bow string is tighter.
I bet your aim is straighter.
I bet your arrow is sharper...
Than the bravest.
Than the bravest.

Hide Somewhere Like That

Hi friends, fans, and followers! I'm back! My computer wasn't working for a little while. I had had it for four and half years and the poor thing finally gave up on me. It was a loyal fellow:) But I had to replace it with a new one, purchased by my amazing husband and best friend! So that I can continue my writing and work! While my computer was down, my hands were busy. I won't load it all on you at once. Definate sensory overload! But I do have a couple of new things for you right now! I hope you like it! Remember, feedback is always, always welcome!

Hide Somewhere Like That

Light bulb flickers,
Light bulb breaks.
Shards beneath my feet,
Shards have dirtied up the slate.
Ice fall covers,
Ice fall satiates.
Frozen on the lips of lovers,
Catching breath a little too late.

And all we are is a dream...
Darling...
Wandering alone so it seems...
Falling...
Stars fall into empty hands,
Stardust falls on empty stands.
I'm going to hide somewhere like that someday.
I'm going to hide somewhere like that someday...
Anyway...

Rainbow kisses,
Down our throats,
Never needed anything,
But bare feet beating paths into dirt.
We only needed air to breathe.
Inhale the smoke,
Let out the flame.
We don't mind being broke,
And you don't need to know my name.

A filled up tavern,
Whiskey strong.
Never fearing,
Living wrong.

I'm going to hide somewhere like that someday.