Crippled by a Glimpse...

Have you ever tried to understand or imagine our planet by just glimpsing at a globe?  It's impossible to comprehend such a magnitude in such a short time so why do we try the same with people?

For instance, sixteen year old Violet, new to her school and crippled with only one foot, she knows that every time someone sees her, they will almost always try to imagine what she must be going through. Those people are almost always wrong. Violet lost her right foot when she was hiking six years back, she slipped near the top of a fairly tall mountain and the damage was so severe doctors couldn't do anything.

Even without a foot, she stood tall and beautiful. Her sleek, dark hair reached just past her shoulders. Kind, emerald eyes and well rounded figure made her almost irresistible. It was the incomplete leg that scared the crowds.

Violet could never understand why people were so fearful of her, she didn't snarl at anyone and she was certainly very friendly whenever someone asked her for anything.

Being disabled was only good for a few things like easy parking for her mum, but when it came down to living normally, by going out to clubs, doing sport and being in the school play, Violet wasn't the happiest crayon in the box.

She could participate in the odd sport like swimming and archery but acting was really her dream. She loved going to the Playhouse and reading Athol Fuguard but there was never a chance to be onstage, until her school had a talk on the subject of safety.

Having heard it a thousand times before when she was still able to hike, she zoned out.

No one had ever heard about her accident, nobody really cared before.  No one knew that the emerald-eyed girl had been sporty and adventurous before her wheelchair - if there was a before in their eyes. No one had asked, until the Safety Officer she called Mom asked her to share.

If I die young

Just listen to the lyrics.. that's all I'm saying.

Lifelong Friends

Basically the source of my childhood fun; what reflects, what doesn't; what happens when you paint it; why's it so cold; can my cat see himself in him; who's that person always staring back at me, isn't that rude.
When i got older. he did get rude. Started calling me fat with a big nose and lots of acne. He had cracks in his view of me, sometimes he thought i was pretty and other times he changed his mind halfway through tell me.

For some reason I kept going back to him for I thrived on his opinion of me. I felt insecure without it, even more when I did have it.

Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing friend at most, he shows me when i have food stuck in my teeth, he helps me find where my make-up's smudged, he even laughs and cries with me.

My mirror & I are quite inseparable.

uh ohhh...

For some reason I feel like I should be keeping you entertained. You? Who are you? I don't know? There isn't really one person that is all too interested in what I have to say. But I keep thinking I'm letting you down by not posting. I may be rambling but it seems as though the world is in need of some more motivation? I really hope I'll be good at this in the near or distant future. If there are any questions or anyone wanting my help - I can help, I'm not completely useless - please just send me an email or something, I'll be there for you.

Change Your Words

Quote Me..

"If I accept you as you are, I will make you worse; however if
I treat you as though you are what you are capable of
becoming, I help you become that."

-- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Where is the Love?

So this is the Black Eyed Peas back less than a decade ago, do you think they still remember what they used to sing about now that they're singing of good nights with twisted microphones.

Even the good go bad and its just like they say those with an innocent heart will go astray while the guilty concience is lead to the churchyard.

How Do You Comfort a Stranger?

Imagine you’re just walking down a street – preferably a safe one – and you see a girl about your age sitting on some steps. She’s just staring into the distance: not moving, not saying anything, and blinking only when the tears make her eyes too heavy. She’s dressed for something special, and even though it’s cold out, she hasn’t got a jersey and the only thing she has on is a fitted black dress and fishnet stockings, red heels thrown aside.

‘Why is she sitting here?’ you start to wonder. Should you be a gentleman and sit down beside her and let her mouth just empty out her story? Is it too late to pretend not to notice her? Perhaps your best option to get away is to pretend you’ve forgotten something and turn back to find another way home. While, in the time you’ve taken to think, she’s turned towards you with a desperate look in her eyes.

“We enjoy warmth because we have been cold,” stutter her lips. “We appreciate light because we have been in darkness... And in the same sense, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.” A tear breaks through her mascara.

Intrigued, now, at what she has to say, your feet draw mistakenly toward her. Your own silence follows. “Sorry,” she stumbles, “I didn’t mean to disturb you, but the air is too pressing for silence.” She begins to rub away the tears.

Confused yet still silent you’re lost for words, your hands start pointing in different directions, supposedly indicating if you can leave. The look on her face makes you stop and just say “Huh?”

She looks where the moonlight sheds an eerie light on the alleyway, takes a deep breath ready to speak and starts weeping again. You stride toward the alleyway, determined to find the problem, and convert into what she must’ve looked about ten minutes ago. Guys don’t walk down the street prepared for this.

Lying by the wall like a clump of old play dough was a baby. Covered in everything; from dirt to after birth. Through glassy eyes you notice light bruises, and even as horrific as the image is, you can’t push your own eyes away.

That tiny baby was a victim and unknown to be so. Nobody knows what happened to it and nobody knows what to do with it. An inconvenience to everybody.

Opposites Don't Attract

“Sometimes I expect more from others because I’d be willing to do so much more for them.”

Corey and I had been best friends since pre-school and despite our differences we always got along well. She was sociable and fun; I was shy and nerdy. A perfect match. We watched 3 year olds programs on Friday nights, danced to music that everyone hated and laughed at the end of every fight. We were happy.

Until her new best friends: make-up and bra’s, took over her life in high school. I couldn’t compete, they gave her boys and popularity, and I gave her kiddy shows, bad music and embarrassment.

A clichéd sad story, my life could never be extraordinary. Corey started commenting on every detail in my life, always berry this and berry that, she never once uttered a compliment without it benefitting her somehow. I was her shame, and soon I was the awkward cling-on that was obsessed with the popular girl.

A couple years into high school and she'd given me the ‘ignoring’ hint enough: she doesn’t want me around anymore. But our mums were still good friends so Corey would be dragged over to my house a few times a year, as awkward and insignificant as I felt I still had to cater for her.

I still remember that faithful day mum told me we were taking Corey home that afternoon. It was a cold winter day, the frozen air caressing my neck, I was wondering around during lunch break trying to find Miss Popular, secretly hoping that she didn’t put on her bad girl act again.

Break was almost over when I peeked around the corner at the back of the school; confusion hit me like a snowball in the desert. They’d broken into the electricity box and were jabbing at it with what looked like scissors?! I knew they were a bit slow in class but this had become general knowledge since first grade! And the cigarette boxes showed their idiocracy clearly.

I stood there and watched as Skye passed Corey a cigarette and then tried to light it. I stood there and watched as she got electrocuted. I was there when she fell to the floor motionless, and when the others ran away… I was there.

The power had completely paralysed her body: my ex best friend, the popular girl, the smoker. I felt almost as paralysed as she was, had it not been for the puffs of warm air I was exhaling I would’ve thought I was merely a spirit.

By the time a teacher came to see what had happened, I already had the deadly wires in my hands, carefully trying to fix the mess they had made, with the motionless body behind me. I was the guilty party.

Surely enough rumours spread like rain, all of them thinking I was the one who killed her. In a way I did, I didn’t try to stop them, I saw it coming, and I just watched it happen.

Those girls never came forward; and without them I had no witness to confirm my truth, so I was expelled from school. So mum schooled me disappointedly. She lost her friendship along with her goddaughter. I was now a shame to my family. No matter what happened, I was always a shame to someone.

The guilt was too much for me, after all that that stupid girl put me through, this was what she left me with:  guilt, helplessness and a section in the newspaper. Why had I not done anything? Why didn’t I find her faster? Why didn’t I know about her addiction? Why?

The questions came from everyone, especially me. I couldn’t handle it anymore, the staring, the rumours, and the hate. So I tried to join her, tried to ask her a few questions myself. You’d think jumping out a car going 120 mph would do it, wouldn’t you?

Well, wouldn’t you?

Real-Eyes..

Every girl walks through life with a mirror in hand and no ones ever around to take it away. well it's time we made a stand for it! Take away the reflectiveness in water, take away the shiny windows, take away the image we dread. In fact, just replace our eyes with something that will see planet earth clearer!

We're all blinded by detailed thoughts that push at our mind, influence our choices, determined to make us crawl into a box. A wise man once said : Life is frittered away by detail. SIMPLIFY! SIMPLIFY!
I find that to be very convincing, as girls we look at a situation and add detail, we'll give it a whole story line if we must! But guys look at something and that's it, if its not plain obvious then its just not there.
Although when it comes to guys liking girls there must be some spirit person that just runs around putting goggles on the guys, their view becomes fogged up and all our girly imperfections are misted away. We can still see every flaw but they can't.

Someday when I plan to meet dear Cupid, I will ask him why? Why he does what he does? Why does he make and break hearts? Why he didn't give some of us a chance? While I'm at it I may aswell ask Aphrodite to be kind and actually share some of her beauty with the rest of us and not just her select favourites..

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring .-Marilyn Monroe(1926-1962)

Marilyn Monroe? this is the point where we scoff at how ridiculous it is for a beautiful lady to believe she has any form of imperfection, but its true even she felt ugly at one point in her life. We all need to get to a stage in our lives where we realise what everyones telling you is actually true. You ARE beautiful, you do have nice hair and cute freckles, you're eyes aren't deep shadowfilled holes, but the light that helps you see your incredible beauty.

The problem is, it takes one really specific person to actually make you realise that. And it's not always someone you walk past everyday.



As for now, goodnight pretties. xx