There is something to be said for a friend; something more to be said to a friend who becomes a hero. It's strange how the heroes fade in our lives, sparkling lights that touch our very hearts. From nameless, faceless heroes miles and miles away, to someone we've known since "forever" (and eternity), to someone who just smiled at us. They let us know: The struggles you're having are yours, but you don't have to bear them alone. (For Christians, they've been beared in the exact same way before). Life is difficult, but worth it.
If this is the case, then I have one request. Let me be one person's hero. Let me show them charity, that amazing pure love of Christ, and let them know they're loved.
You, everyone who reads this, is a spirit son or daughter of our Heavenly Father, a sister or brother to our sweet Savior, and I want you to know:
I love you. He loves you.
You are not alone.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Poems Are Easy to Understand
"Uhhh... what, Kuna? Have you lost your mind... for reals this time?"
No, no I haven't. But think about it.
Poems are personal intrepretation. They're about what you think and feel while reading the poems. And then there's the straight-forwared, black-and-white ones which clearly state what's going on. And then there's one that are a mix of the two. Black and white, but may have an underlining meaning up for personal interp (a good example - and one of my favs - is "The Road" by Robert Frost).
I mean, I understand that feelings can be hard to get. They're not always clear, and often mixed. Thoughts, however, usually are understandable.
So next time you read one of my poems, tell me what YOU think of it. Because while I may have my own meaning, poems are about YOUR ideas.
No, no I haven't. But think about it.
Poems are personal intrepretation. They're about what you think and feel while reading the poems. And then there's the straight-forwared, black-and-white ones which clearly state what's going on. And then there's one that are a mix of the two. Black and white, but may have an underlining meaning up for personal interp (a good example - and one of my favs - is "The Road" by Robert Frost).
I mean, I understand that feelings can be hard to get. They're not always clear, and often mixed. Thoughts, however, usually are understandable.
So next time you read one of my poems, tell me what YOU think of it. Because while I may have my own meaning, poems are about YOUR ideas.
Something (I Don't Actually Know), and This is a Poem
Some call me a dreamer,
But I am what I am,
How can I change?
I hold my hands pressed together,
Trying not to cry.
It's the simplest things these days.
I taste what simply is,
The existance of regret,
A tangy memory begot
Of broken hearts and slamming doors,
Walking out and nobody knows.
The suitcase is packed,
And I undo it all.
Shaking hands, sobbing heart,
I curl up in a corner of no escape,
I reach out and pull my hand back,
I don't want their help.
The ceiling's rough and so's my heart,
And slowly we're both falling apart,
The ceiling will one day be crumbled in dust,
And my heart will one day be fragments of what was.
I scrabble for that piece of love,
That day when I was happy.
Little ones never seem to notice such idle obvious things
Such as race or hair or clothes,
Like we do know,
Just to get an excuse to discriminate.
Little ones never have had any complications
Beyond stolen crayons and minor fights,
But what I've had is a hope that silently fights,
Its only shield the love that comes in and falls out,
Again and again.
So bruised, battered, broken,
I drag myself to another day,
I swear to love and break my heart,
Because when you love the world there's only disappointments.
But I've learned something in these fourteen years,
That disappointment is better then hatred, stark and still,
And if you're disappointed you're less likely to be bitter.
So I watch the sun and fake a smile,
I listen to a song,
I'm tied together with a smile, but I'm coming undone.
And I wonder to myself,
How could I be this way inside?
How can I feel so old when I'm so young,
And yet be a scared little girl?
But I am what I am,
How can I change?
I hold my hands pressed together,
Trying not to cry.
It's the simplest things these days.
I taste what simply is,
The existance of regret,
A tangy memory begot
Of broken hearts and slamming doors,
Walking out and nobody knows.
The suitcase is packed,
And I undo it all.
Shaking hands, sobbing heart,
I curl up in a corner of no escape,
I reach out and pull my hand back,
I don't want their help.
The ceiling's rough and so's my heart,
And slowly we're both falling apart,
The ceiling will one day be crumbled in dust,
And my heart will one day be fragments of what was.
I scrabble for that piece of love,
That day when I was happy.
Little ones never seem to notice such idle obvious things
Such as race or hair or clothes,
Like we do know,
Just to get an excuse to discriminate.
Little ones never have had any complications
Beyond stolen crayons and minor fights,
But what I've had is a hope that silently fights,
Its only shield the love that comes in and falls out,
Again and again.
So bruised, battered, broken,
I drag myself to another day,
I swear to love and break my heart,
Because when you love the world there's only disappointments.
But I've learned something in these fourteen years,
That disappointment is better then hatred, stark and still,
And if you're disappointed you're less likely to be bitter.
So I watch the sun and fake a smile,
I listen to a song,
I'm tied together with a smile, but I'm coming undone.
And I wonder to myself,
How could I be this way inside?
How can I feel so old when I'm so young,
And yet be a scared little girl?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
ABSO-FREAKIN'-NOTHING!
Here's a song:
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AND THERE IS NOTHING I WANT TO DO. I want to do something - something - but my muse is all "blegh" and I look around and it's "No, nope, not that, nope..." I mean, what the flip?
I've probably just been sitting here... bored... for the past ten minutes not doing anything. I've tried checking the Neoboards, I've flipped back and forth between BT and Doll Palace stories...
And now I'm here. I'll try Facebook now -.-
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AND THERE IS NOTHING I WANT TO DO. I want to do something - something - but my muse is all "blegh" and I look around and it's "No, nope, not that, nope..." I mean, what the flip?
I've probably just been sitting here... bored... for the past ten minutes not doing anything. I've tried checking the Neoboards, I've flipped back and forth between BT and Doll Palace stories...
And now I'm here. I'll try Facebook now -.-
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Kunabee has a gaaammeee!
Okay. Well. A kinetic novel. Made with Ren'Py. Yeah. Ren'Py's awesome, by the way: www.renpy.org
So now I post it here. Feel free to play it. Comment to me about anything wrong or whatever; feedback is loved. Just be polite!
Windows: http://www.4shared.com/file/aUOpgDth/The_Blue-win32.html
Mac: http://www.4shared.com/file/Mvj9j1oi/The_Blue-mac.html
Linux: http://www.4shared.com/file/0vEEvkhB/The_Blue-linux-x86tar.html
I'm also working on a different one (have been for a while). I'm seriously excited, because it seems like it's possible. The other one (which is long and actually a visual novel) is called "The Fire-Moon" and I am nowhere NEAR done.
But this is with a really long first part and a little bit of the second part, when there's four parts. So.
Enjoy The Blue!
So now I post it here. Feel free to play it. Comment to me about anything wrong or whatever; feedback is loved. Just be polite!
Windows: http://www.4shared.com/file/aUOpgDth/The_Blue-win32.html
Mac: http://www.4shared.com/file/Mvj9j1oi/The_Blue-mac.html
Linux: http://www.4shared.com/file/0vEEvkhB/The_Blue-linux-x86tar.html
I'm also working on a different one (have been for a while). I'm seriously excited, because it seems like it's possible. The other one (which is long and actually a visual novel) is called "The Fire-Moon" and I am nowhere NEAR done.
But this is with a really long first part and a little bit of the second part, when there's four parts. So.
Enjoy The Blue!
I Post Way Too Many Poems
It's true, I do. I mean, look at my blog history. Poem, poem, poem. And then I post poems on The Doll Palace. And on my guild on Neopets. And... basically: People might read it, I FREAKING POST IT.
I'm not sure if that's normal o_o Actually, fairly sure it's not. BUT WHAAATTEEEVVVVERRRR, NORMALNESS IS BORING SO THERE! >D
Speaking of poems, HERE'S ANOTHER ONE =D
(and way too many caps ^)
Pat the ground and pat the heart,
A growth of which we are all a part,
Share this land and share this time,
I promise that it's not a crime,
To love, to hope, to show kindness dear,
How can we have gotten from there to here?
I'm not sure if that's normal o_o Actually, fairly sure it's not. BUT WHAAATTEEEVVVVERRRR, NORMALNESS IS BORING SO THERE! >D
Speaking of poems, HERE'S ANOTHER ONE =D
(and way too many caps ^)
Pat the ground and pat the heart,
A growth of which we are all a part,
Share this land and share this time,
I promise that it's not a crime,
To love, to hope, to show kindness dear,
How can we have gotten from there to here?
Monday, July 4, 2011
Solution (poem)
If I had a wish,
I'd wish for love to be shown and given freely,
No longer withheld, controlled, and ignored,
Instead, everyone knows someone cares,
And everyone really does.
If I had a wisdom,
I'd be wise in wishes,
They're slow to come and sometimes,
They will never ever come true,
But I'd know to believe.
If I had a belief,
It would be a belief in something bigger,
Bigger then you and me,
Someone who had a plan,
And loved freely.
If I had a love,
It would be towards the whole world,
Because it's hard to believe but so vital,
Yet it's easy to hope and hold out,
If you've never had pain.
Yes, if things were simple,
These are how things would be,
But they're never simple,
Rather they pick the complicated road,
And the codes discourage all.
If there was a solution,
The solution would be for all,
Rather then just one or two,
It could save us if we only tried,
The solution is too hard to find.
I'd wish for love to be shown and given freely,
No longer withheld, controlled, and ignored,
Instead, everyone knows someone cares,
And everyone really does.
If I had a wisdom,
I'd be wise in wishes,
They're slow to come and sometimes,
They will never ever come true,
But I'd know to believe.
If I had a belief,
It would be a belief in something bigger,
Bigger then you and me,
Someone who had a plan,
And loved freely.
If I had a love,
It would be towards the whole world,
Because it's hard to believe but so vital,
Yet it's easy to hope and hold out,
If you've never had pain.
Yes, if things were simple,
These are how things would be,
But they're never simple,
Rather they pick the complicated road,
And the codes discourage all.
If there was a solution,
The solution would be for all,
Rather then just one or two,
It could save us if we only tried,
The solution is too hard to find.
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