tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78572933243473299142024-03-06T01:18:31.471-08:00Simply Iris :) "A smile makes your day brighter"~IRISHeavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-63150354959810982582018-01-24T10:58:00.001-08:002018-01-24T10:58:34.870-08:00Letters to no one #4<p dir="ltr">This is for you who decided that friendship wasn't worth crap. This is for you who was family and decided to betray our trust. This is for you who never had my back even though I always had yours. This is for you who took and took and never gave anything in return. This letter is for you telling you that you broke my heart, you said you wouldn't and you did. Said you'd always be there and disappeared when I need the support. Always took my strength and gave me none in return. Drained me of all my passion and love. Drained me of any hope I had. This is for you to tell you, I forgive you. I forgive you not for you but for myself. Because even though I forgave, I won't forget. But I won't let it bring me down. So its time to say goodbye and I hope that one day you'll understand how much you hurt those around you.<br>
This is my letter to no one, I hope you see it one day.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-67659530817687591942018-01-23T18:35:00.001-08:002018-01-23T18:35:00.588-08:00Why do I love reading?/ My fascination for books.<p dir="ltr">This prompt was given by my bestfriend and I hope this does it justice.<br>
Answer: <br>
It might be easier to ask why the world was round or why lucifer fell. But in all my days on this earth this question has no answer. It has many. Too many to comprehend but I'll try to put it in words. Reading gives us a way to travel when we're stuck where we are. It's like a magical portal to different worlds. It allows you to live thousands of lives and go on millions of adventures with a simple flick of a page. But the most valuable thing it gives is a place to belong. Within books you aren't judged, you fall in love with the characters based on their thoughts and not looks. You live their lives as your own, you feel as they do and experience things that you'd never experience. It's the safe haven that's always there when you want to run away from this cruel world. It's what holds you together when they try to tear you apart. And maybe they ridicule you for it but you've gained a plethora of information from the friends that are bound and inked, that you are the wisest amongst them all. So really, books aren't really just paper and ink, they're different homes you go to when you need the light.<br>
-CAW<br>
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Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-87368049694384088852017-07-21T20:39:00.001-07:002017-07-21T20:39:20.912-07:00Cry<p dir="ltr">Have you ever had that moment where that last amount of feelings you had for someone finally is all gone and you just cry? You're happy and relieved but you just cry. You sit there thinking about how much time you've wasted, ready to leave it all behind, so you let go and cry. You let it all out until you're you again. You stop trying to find a reason for why you're crying and just cry. And after it all you're stronger, better, happier. So just cry. Let it all out, cry until it's all over, you've been holding on too long. Stop trying to find a reason why and let's just cry.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-80561177746396704912017-04-23T17:35:00.001-07:002017-04-23T17:35:59.555-07:00Why I love what I do<p dir="ltr">Question: why do you love what you do? <br>
Me: what do you mean? <br>
Person: why do you love reading alone, and listening to music? Why do you loose yourself in writing and watching disney movies? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Answer: Because it's my escape. In reality I can't do what I want or be who I truly am, but I find solace with in books, I find a release with my writing, I find the words I want to say in songs and the person I want to be in my favourite disney movies. That's why even if for a moment I have happiness. Pure and blissful happiness because I get to live multiple lives through these means. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-88221094341921068292017-04-19T21:31:00.001-07:002017-05-08T21:07:36.145-07:00Letters to no one(#3) <p dir="ltr">Dear no one,  <br>
It's getting harder day by day to keep up that happy smile, to keep going on. <br>
It's just so hard. Nevermind, I can't say what I really want to, not even to you. I can't. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-91818299255096185482017-04-12T18:52:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:35:11.870-07:00Death<p dir="ltr">Some say death is beautiful, and maybe it is. But I believe it's cruel and ugly. Have you ever lost someone? Ever been so numb you didn't know what to do? Seeing everyone around you in tears and breaking down, but you're not because it hasn't hit you yet, you haven't really comprehended what's happening. Then some days, weeks even moths later it hits you, and it hits you hard. It's that moment where you think "shed/he'd know what to do" and you go pick up the phone to call and then it really hits you they're gone. They're gone and they're never coming back. And you sit back and cry, no screaming, no sobbing but that silent crying that if someone listens close enough, they'd hear your <u>heart</u> shattering into a million pieces. Because you lost someone who meant the world to you, who you could be yourself around. And that loss changes something in you, your smile is a little dimmer, your eyes sparkle less. No one notices. The one person who did is gone. And that's why I think death is cruel and ugly, it's takes away those you love, along with a piece of your heart and a part of your soul.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-25352461843620172462017-04-12T18:36:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:36:06.909-07:00Letters to no one (#2)<p dir="ltr">Hey,<br>
It's like you never took things seriously, you made me want to pull all my hair out. Never listening always joking, but I couldn't stay mad at you for long.  We were like day and night,  like Venus and Mars. We were perfectly imperfect, and now it's all gone. You broke what was left of my heart and I still can't stay mad at you. Even if I could turn back the hands of time I wouldn't do anything different. Because the end of our journey may have come but the ride here was worth it. So I'm writing this letter to no one, hoping maybe one day you'd see it and know what you meant to me. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-16154570893625086262017-04-11T20:43:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:37:55.060-07:00Letters to no one(#1) <p dir="ltr">Hey, <br>
It's been so long since we've talked. You probably have gotten other friends now, busy with your life. I just wanted to see how you were doing. If you were safe and if you were happy. I wanted to see if you remembered our friendship, no matter how small it was. I wish I could go back in time and relive those moments where we laughed together and had fun. Then we stopped talking. It wasn't a transition, we didn't gradually stop. It was abrupt. We just stopped. And I miss talking to someone who gets my love for music and can quote our favourite musical. Someone <u>whose</u> writing makes me feel and whose art is simply amazing. We weren't friends for long, but you were someone who truly got me, and maybe I just wanted that back. A friend that I could laugh with and who understands. <br>
But hey, all I wish for is just that we could talk again, I just want to know you're ok, I just want to know that you're happy. Because that's what friends are for? <br>
So I'm writing this letter hoping you'd see it, but you probably never will, because this Is my letter to no one.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-91612778599255135402017-04-10T23:28:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:38:21.904-07:00Lost Soul<p dir="ltr">Hey everyone, this is a piece that I fell in love with; it was written by a friend of mine. His name's Gabriel and he's a U.S. Marine :D. So here's "Lost Soul"</p>
<p dir="ltr">I never thought it would hurt this much, you were a big piece of who I was. You built up the wall that kept me strong and now you're gone. I've lost my soul and I'm empty; im stuck in the pool of tears, where I stored my fear; And they haunt me.<br>
I since saw the light at the end of the tunnel and it's closing in on me. But being with you only reminds me that I've lost you. I don't know who I am anymore. And I don't know what to expect from the future.<br>
Every saint has a past,<br>
And mine is dark.<br>
Every sinner has a future, <br>
And mine grows dim and cold.<br>
I am a Lost Soul.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-64672479661962145422017-04-09T21:50:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:42:11.758-07:00Why?- 3AM ramblings <p dir="ltr">She was innocent before you touched her; he was like sunshine before you tainted his light. Why? Why did you do it? What gave you the right to take her innocence away, strip her of her dignity and defile her self worth?  Why? Why did you do it? What gave you the right to raise your hand at him; why would you bruise and batter a child as young as he was, increase the fear in his heart, inflict pain upon him, cause him trauma no child should know. Why? Why did you do it? Why did you Beat her until she could move no more then defiled her temple over and over again until all she we felt like was a rag doll? Why? why did you do it? Why'd you throw insults at him until he was in tears then proceeded to "discipline" him for those same tears until he couldn't move anymore? Why? Why did you do it? Why'd you extinguish the light from their eyes? Why'd you take two beautiful angels from this world and send them back to the creator? Why? Why do you not feel remorse for all you've done? How do you live everyday knowing you're a sick monster?  Why are you the one to live and they the ones to die? That's all I ever wanted to know in this world, WHY? </p>
<p dir="ltr">We spend each day going through the motions, never really stopping to see what's around  us, never looking up to see a different view. Sometimes all you need to do is to stop and look around and you'll see someone who needs you, who truly needs your help. I see a world filled with so much wrong; rape, abuse, assault, bullying are all problems we face in this society. These are no jokes, you should never joke about anything as serious as this. Stand up against violence against women, men and children. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-39768027973099414832017-03-23T12:23:00.001-07:002018-01-16T15:20:23.424-08:00RED <p dir="ltr">It's the colour of her dress when she leaves you breathless. It's the colour of her lip when she whispers in your ear. It's the colour she sees when she gets mad at you. When you hurt her and she screams, it's the colour that pierces the atmosphere. When you calm her and hug her to your chest, it's the colour of <u>your</u> pulse as she listens to your heart. It's the colour of her lips when you kiss her after that 'I do'. It's the colour of the love marks you leave upon her skin. It's the colour of her cheek when she listens to your sweet nothings after so many years of marriage. It's the colour that leaves her face after that final goodbye. It's the colour of your heart shattering and bleeding at her grave. It is not the colour you see as you cry because she is now in deaths embrace. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-24459694165031796022017-03-22T19:35:00.001-07:002017-09-12T18:47:25.853-07:00Fairytale <p dir="ltr">Fairytale, something resembling a fairy story in being magical or extremely happy. She was extremely happy, she believed that he was her prince charming. She was on cloud nine, blissfully unaware of the monster she loved. For this is reality and the prince's are all villains. Showered her with sweet words and blinded her to his evil. She didn't know that the moment she gave him what was most precious to her, he'd leave her broken like little fragments from a glass heart. She was thrown into a new darkness, not willing to believe her fairytale was over. But what she never could see was that not all fairytales were meant to be happy, some were meant to deceive, some were dark and filled with tragedy. But all she could do was drown in that darkness while he laughs on his path to his new victim. Her screams of torment and sadness pierces the air like a banshees cry, her eyes red rimmed from tears like a Vampyr's blood filled eyes. Little by little she embraces the deception, she embraces this new fairytale, she embraces this change. Her laugh filled with the vengeance of valkyrie, her eyes blazes like the brightest flame. In this new fairytale she'd be stronger, she'd be wiser, she'd control the ending. She'd make the monster fear what he had created, she'd make him face his sins. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-168475276118132282017-03-22T19:33:00.002-07:002017-03-22T19:33:55.880-07:00Secret Admirer<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>I’ve never been the type to speak my mind on
matters of love, I’ve always been the type to help others get their happily
ever after, but not grasp my own, and with you it was no different. I kept
everything on the inside, never letting my true feelings out, always hiding my
thoughts, faking a smile when hurt, never really knowing how to speak out, to
say the things I’ve always wanted, so I decided that what better way to tell
you, than through a letter. It’s the best way to convey what I feel, and how I
feel towards you.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>When I close my eyes and dream at night all I
see is you, because all I can see is you, I can’t forget about you. When I toss
and turn at night it’s because you haunt my dreams. I’ve tried to tell you,
really I have, but there’s a part of me that is afraid to take this risk. Maybe
you’ll never know how much I feel for you, which may be fine with you, but it’s
hurting me. I choose not to show it though.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>This feeling is like fire burning through me,
and I can’t ever be the same again. You bring out the beast in me, I fell in
love from the moment I saw you, cliché as it sounds. ‘I’d give up forever to
touch you, you’re the closest to heaven than I’ll ever be’, or so the song
goes. <o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>What I’m saying is I’m truly, deeply, madly and
irrevocably in love with you. I just want you to know who I am, and maybe
someday you will.<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>
Love Forever,<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></div>
<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b> Your secret
Admirer.</b></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></b><span style="font-family: french script mt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-75497852172892245402017-03-22T19:23:00.001-07:002017-03-22T19:23:50.969-07:00The Unsaid<p dir="ltr">It's not What was said that that ended their relationship, it's what went unsaid. He never told her he loved her, he never wanted to scare her away. He never said that she was the most mesmerising creature he'd ever met, he never said what needed to be said. Now she's gone with the last rays of day and his life is plunged into a never ending darkness. Maybe if he just told her what was on his mind, maybe if he was brave enough, maybe... Now he's just left alone in the colourless life with the unsaid and she's gone. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-15789908168166260572017-03-22T13:19:00.002-07:002017-03-22T19:16:53.186-07:00Do you think love is a waste of time?<h1 style="border: 0px; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="background-color: black; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Question: Do you think love is a waste of time?</span></h1>
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<span style="background-color: black; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Answer:</span></div>
<h1 style="border: 0px; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: inherit; font-stretch: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: normal; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="background-color: black;">I wouldn't say falling in love is a waste of time, love is irrational, that doesn't mean it's not worth it.... the experience itself is what makes it worth the Trouble.... contrary to popular belief,you don't love once, you love multiple times, each time you love you learn what you want in someone, until you get that person that you just can't live without, that person you can't go a day without hearing their voice, that person that a simple smile from them can brighten the darkest days for you, that person that when you think of your future, you think of them... that person that you're willing to put aside all the heartbreaks to be with.... when you find that person then yes, thats how you know it was worth it, thats how you know that it wasnt a waste of time, cause every long lost dream lead you to them, the others who broke your heart they were northern star guiding you on your way to them, a broken road that leads to them.</i></span></h1>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-44957928481548834062017-03-22T01:00:00.001-07:002017-03-22T01:13:31.544-07:004 Am magic<p dir="ltr">The first time I saw you I was speechless. In that moment I understood how the world was a magical place. I saw the colour of delicious chocolate in your eyes, I saw the texture of silk as your hair. I smelt the sweet scent of fresh rain after a hot day, I saw the beauty of the sunset in your smile. I saw the confidence of hurricane in your step and the gentleness of a rose in your touch. You were like the eye of the storm, calm and collected but the aura of strength and destruction. Your lips as soft as a dove but as firm as steel. Your laugh melodious as a fairy on a midsummers night but eyes twinkled with mischief as puck's did. I never noticed, I always thought that you were a beautiful oberon, a splendid Odin; but I came to realise that you were a Loki in disguise, a hades meant only for darkness. You were all that was dark, yet all that was light... and in that contradiction I found what I never knew I needed. I found the darkest light; A beautiful disaster, a calm storm. I found a Loveless Love. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's quite weird, I know but idk, I just came to me.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-64819337384292271222017-03-11T21:49:00.001-08:002017-03-22T13:00:17.972-07:00Is there Life after Death?<p dir="ltr">Some people wonder if there's a life after death; wondering what's in that great beyond. I'd like to think there is, like the heroes of norse myth there's a valhalla for them, and the people of Egypt the great anubis guides them to the underworld. I'd like to think death isn't the end, there isn't a great nothingness after you perish but a new adventure awaiting you.  Wouldn't it be something to me Micheal or be graced by the ultimate fallen? But then again wishful thinking never gets us anywhere. Death is a mystery we as humans should not know the answer to. We live our mundane lives looking on, smiling, laughing,  crying, living, but fearing that one day the grim hand of death will get us. And in that aspect we'll never see the true beauty that is death. The irony in it all, we spend our lives trying as much to stay healthy and be safe and no matter what at the end of the live there's only deaths embrace that awaits us.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My friend 'A' gave me this prompt to write and I just wrote and this is what came about. My ramblings don't always make sense, but I still hope you do like it. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-28601885206839152152017-03-11T21:31:00.001-08:002017-03-11T21:31:00.604-08:00The Fire Inside<p dir="ltr">I think you'd like this story: "The Fire Inside" by null on Wattpad http://my.w.tt/UiNb/dL2qrfbLrB<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">So check out this little thing I wrote on Wattpad. If you like it, leave a little vote on my story and a comment 😁</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-75157708968523624752017-03-11T20:05:00.001-08:002017-03-11T20:05:53.370-08:00First Love<p dir="ltr"><i>It's been a while since I've posted. I've recently listened to Yurima's album "First Love" and had some inspiration. So this is just a little impromptu writing called "First Love"</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b><i>First Love</i></b><br>
<i>Some say your first love is the one that makes you smile so hard it's like your face is about to break. That person who'll make you laugh when you want to cry, that person who kisses your wounds and heals your heart aches. The one who'll love you with all your flaws, and praise your queer way of thinking. They're like the sun in the sky shining so bright. But like Icarus, if you fly too close to that sun, you'll fall. To me, Your first love isn't defined by the first person to make you feel all these things, it's the first person you give your heart to conditionally, the person you let walk right into your life and allow to break your heart. The person who has the power to be your demise. And when you thought you were the master of your fate they came in like a storm, and leave a pain that can't be shaken off. And even after all this they'll never leave you, they'll always be in your heart, they'll always be there tormenting you, calming you, being a guiding light. They make you curse life but love life at the same time. They'll never leave you even as they fade from view. Your melancholy heart will always beat for them. They're your inspiration. And beyond all the hurt you still love them for they are your first love, and you can't possibly bring yourself to hate them. So don't be afraid to find that love, no one ever said it'll be easy but it'll always be worth it. Your first love will break you and make you. And that my dear Is your "First Love." </i><br></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>XOXO</i><br>
<i>Simply Iris.</i></p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-86800534808864534042016-07-23T22:43:00.001-07:002017-04-09T22:00:17.386-07:001am ramblings<p dir="ltr">So my random ramblings this morning is, why does the thing that gives you the most joy in life, give you the most pain? <br>
Why must the thing you love soo much be the main cause for your tears? It's sad that something can have such power over you, so much power that it makes you break down in tears; so much power that it has the power to make you want to give up on life. Or maybe that's just me. Maybe I just need to leave it, maybe I just need to just quit, maybe I'll feel free, Maybe I will be happier. But maybe the world needs to stop judging, maybe the world needs to stop putting your small hope out. But, hah, this is a cruel and vindictive world, a world that only cares for itself, even though i care too much for it. Maybe it's time to let go. No, It's time to let go. Just let go.</p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-42111670969952110612016-06-22T23:18:00.001-07:002016-06-22T23:18:13.565-07:002AM Random Ramblings <p dir="ltr">So my 2am question is, we pray for sinners so they can find the right path and so the lord can forgive them but, what about the biggest sinner there ever was? Who prays for him? His Crime was treason... he was a traitor, but no one prays for him, is it because as humans we feel he doesnt deserve it or because as humans we need someone to blame for our faults, our sins? In all the books I've read.... Lucifer's only sin was treason... yet we call him the ultimate sinner, we blame him for everything... but What if he's just lonely? What if someone had prayed for him, maybe he would have a little hope, maybe he'd try to do right by the world. </p>
Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-50810639102089445142016-05-20T22:26:00.002-07:002016-05-20T22:28:10.049-07:00The Greatest Speech Ever Made<span style="background-color: black; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">I'm sorry but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black men, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others' happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Greed has poisoned men's souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge as made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say "Do not despair." The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men---machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have a love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it's written "the kingdom of God is within man", not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill their promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RYlAPjyNm8" target="_blank">The Greatest Speech Ever Made</a></span></span>Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-66507518547236844472016-05-20T22:01:00.001-07:002016-05-20T22:01:47.572-07:00A little Inspiration For you Today<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFLgYy2VHV0" target="_blank">It isn't anyone's right to tell you no</a><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_Vg4uyYwEk" target="_blank">The world ain all sunshine and Rainbows</a><br />
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Just a little inspiration for all those out their that feels the darkness won't lift. Let me tell you It'll lift and it'll get better. Maybe not all at once but little by little and one day you'll realise that you needed the rain before you got your rainbow. And I know that one day I'll get my rainbow. We just have to push on trough.<br />
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XOXO<br />
IrisHeavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-67665116404971344562016-05-20T21:29:00.000-07:002016-05-20T21:29:21.189-07:00The First step to fixing any problem is first admitting You have a problem.Before- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQmz6Rbpnu0" target="_blank">Why can't we make a difference?</a><br />
20yrs later- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FmSxmpitBA" target="_blank">No Change</a><br />
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<br />Heavensirishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13374600702324430972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857293324347329914.post-61526191597769360842015-10-12T22:32:00.001-07:002015-10-12T22:32:05.704-07:00What kind of Generation is this? <p dir="ltr">Hey crazies,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ok so today i saw something that made me sad. A young man was cursing his grandmom after she dropped some eggs. Even i can see it was a mistake, and she's very old and she was carrying many bags, while he was carrying only two. And instead of helping her, he decides to curse her. It made me so sad, because i lost my grandma last year and to see him treat her like that made me so angry. So i bought some eggs and gave him it and told him that he was an ungrateful guy and that someday karma will give him what he deserves and you know that if i ever see him do that again, i'll twll my brothers to deal with him. I'm not a saint but my parents raised me to be a decent child and along with scouts taught me to help others. So it's in my blood. But it had me thinking that this generation is the worst.<br>
"The first part of solving any problem, is recognizing we have one" <br>
This is an age where you're ridiculed for being a virgin, laughed at for having morals, called nerds as if intelligence is disgusting, called freaks for being different, called weird for loving to read and not watching television. It's a generation where speaking properly is snobbish, where girls feel the need to dress provocatively to get a male's attention, where guys disrespect women as a form of affection, an age where the old are out living the future generations. A time where it's easier to steal than get a job, where dropping out of school is cheaper than getting an education. A time where race is more important than friendship and political ties are more important than family. A time where one persons disgrace makes it ok to shun an entire religion. There was a time when helping the poor meant something moe than publicity and doing a good deed didn't mean getting something in return. A time where children respected their elders and the elders set a good example. A time where a community could be just that, a community. Now its a war zone, divided through politics. A time when freedom meant something. Now we're all slaves to our own making. A time where we encouraged children to strive for greatness like Mandela, Armstrong, Pele, Jane Austin; but now they strive to be like Kanye, Kim K., Miley Cyrus, Justin Beiber. What has this earth come to when having a boyfriend defines your worth, and how many girls you've slept with makes you even more popular? This is the age where a girl is considered a dyke if she's a little boyish, where apparently guys aren't allowed to do anything girlish( not even play with their sisters) because its considered "gay". A time where we descriminate against someone's sexual orientation, where you not only descriminate but harass and emotionally abuse them. <br>
Yeah i know most of these things have been around a very long time, but its more prevalent now. We say we're advancing towards the future. But at what cost? It's like the more we develop the less humane we get. You cling to your religion, brandishing it as a weapon to hurt others, but yet preach about not doing harm to another? That is pure hypocrisy... I'm not saying the world is lost, Because there are many people who still value morals and family and being a good human. But what i am saying is that if people do not open their eyes and see what they're doing to the world, then we will have a future of chaos and distrust. <br>
And if you're going to take offense to this post or misinterpret what I am saying. Then go ahead and be ignorant and then take a second to look at yourself and ask yourself why did you get angry, if what i said isn't true?<br>
One pebble at a time can cause a ripple that some day will become a wave, so take a stand and try to make this world better, if not for anyone, but do it for yourself and your future generations.</p>
<p dir="ltr">XOXO<br>
Crazy and insanely fun<br>
Iris.</p>
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