It isn’t all Pessimism.

I know for the past ten posts I have been writing, it can be said that this place has become a burial ground for the negative. Well, too bad. JK.

So, some advice for anyone who would like to make me not so pessimistic:
-Surprise me…oh idk, send me a care package or something.

Last year, during finals week, yes its finals week for me right now as you already know I was so stressed and everything and then I got a collection of tea bags in the mail from Tea India! Oh, that made me so happy. (Just reminiscing)

That being said…here’s a lovely poem to bring us back to the latest theme of my blog:

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Shel Silverstein.

I used to write all these things; ‘deep’, if that’s what you or I would call it, passages, or poems. Well, not really poems, because I think I had like one sincere admirer, my best friend. Anyway, so I used to write and think a lot. I still think a lot, but I used to think of thoughts pertaining to fantasy, imagination, dreams, things i wanted to accomplish that might seem impossible… because someone wanted to listen, as crazy as that sounds. That Person actually, or at least seemed to care…ugh now this is getting sad. I don’t know where I was going with this. Yea, so its 3:30am. Bed time!

Peace out!

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Ignore the fortune.

Hello,

   I’d like to write a serious normal post for you all…or even for myself. The time is exactly 1:41am here in New York [as I typed the time atleast]. I have been a-not-so-motivated-person for the beginning of this summer break that has been granted to me, Alhumdulilah. However, yesterday I did try, mind you. I went to sleep early; in our home this means around 11:30pm. I did fall asleep, which didn’t make sense, since I woke up super late that day. The next morning I woke up at 5:15am. It was an accomplishment, but then I wanted to sleep for a bit more, because my darn ego wasn’t very satisfied. I layed there for a good three hours (I think), and fell asleep. But, lo-behold [is this right?], woke up around-um-idk- 12pm. And then, fell asleep at 8pm, woke up at 10:30pm. OMG. What’s wrong with me. Ugh I hate this. Urg… Dang, pardon my rage.

A poem

So a post, I have finally typed.
For this late I’m fairly hyped.
My mind likes to wonder.
Stories of the past, it ponders
It hurts, but then it doesn’t.
It can if I let it, but it mustn’t.
A fortune cookie once read,
‘Not to analyze the tales all dead’.
I laughed and just ate the cookie.
That was me ‘before’. A rookie.
Well, why should I turn my head,
For every moment, I certainly do not dread.
They make me who I am.
And as for analyzing every bit of time…
I shall keep doing so. It is that sublime.
-Eva626

Well, that took a whole other turn. Lol. It kinda does tie into this post…especially the beginning. I think. See, still not gonna stop analyzing. Dumb fortune cookie. I wish I had one right now.

Oh, a treat for you all.

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Yum.
Peace out.

Occasionally a Poet II

What is this life

Its happiness, its saddness

its chaos, its ordered

Moments of joy, moments of misery

its a smile and its a frown

its dragging and it barely stops

its inanimate, and its still real

its a test for patience, its a test for quality

its a reflection of ones existence

A mirror of what you see, not of them

but of your own journey of persistence

Life is a whiff of traveling air

It is a fork with two paths of wrong and  legit.

And, its simply what you make of it.

-Written by eva626

Ode to the Oppressed

Invade their home, pull the children out to the streets

Beat them and laugh, watching them bleed.

In self defense, this tiny soul threw a rock

In response the powers through a bomb, mighty and strong

Prisoners in Palestine, in cells without trial or reason

No one helps the helpless; everyone sides with the wrong

Mass murder of unarmed people in Burma, this hidden crime risen to a high

Injustice by outsiders in Syria, the pain seems to never stop their cries

Genocide by Zionists all around Gaza, weapons toward that child standing in terror.

Mothers distracting their children from the situation to cover their fright.

If not us, then who will spread the news and shed the light.

The media, being sold to the big guns of the world, playing the game of war.

When will we take a stand and attempt the roar?

-Written by eva626