The Ultimate Fight

Seven billion humans and counting, how
Can you ever hope to change the world, shape
It into the one you see in your dreams,
You, little and unimportant, longing

For a better world. How can you succeed
In challenging centuries of a way
Of life. The answer, my dear, is right in
Front of your nose, dangling, waiting for you.

Small against the vastness of the world, but
Yet you are the most important thing in
The universe, holding the power to
Bring change upon our world with your actions.

You, one amongst billions, must take up the
Call, show everyone the better world we
Can build, working together, uniting
Against enemies of humanity;

Hunger, thirst, sickness, death, mental illness,
Depression. Things we can end by working
Together, collaborating, as one
Unity, one team, one person, one race.

Trapped

I am tired,
Weary of the world,
Its inhabitants and its petty problems.
Angry, at being misunderstood,
Mistreated, set aside
As just another casualty of the system.
I am angry at the world I live in,
Angry at previous generations
For handing us a broken world
And expecting us to fix it.
I am tired of trying
To prove to others I deserve to be here,
I am done trying, done holding it in.
I will scream and fight
For myself and all the others like me,
Who feel cheated by the system
They were brought-up to believe in.
Its time to rise up, denounce all
The injustice done to us.
I am no longer the quiet girl in the back of the class,
You will hear me loud and clear,
For I am just like you;
Angry, tired, desperate for a change
In a dismissive world.
I will scream until you hear me
Until changes are done,
Until something is fixed,
Until students don't feel trapped
Nauseous at the thought alone of school.
Something is wrong with the system
When students would rather die,
Than learn.

Our Broken World

Humanity has grown tired
Of the company of others.
We search for companionship
Through screens and messages,
To convince ourselves we are not alone.
But we are.
Who could we call,
At 2 am, when our world
Has been torn to pieces.
When we can only scream
At the injustice that has been done to us,
When we take to social media
To tell people what has happened to us,
We get love, attention, help,
But only if the situation is truly horrible,
Or if we are of privilege.
We no longer speak up for the weak,
The poor, the hungry.
We used to help others,
Collaborate all together.
What has happened to us,
For humanity to grow so selfish and self-centered
That we no longer care about war,
The suffering of millions,
About children crying, going hungry
How has it come to this?

Time

Take a moment and look around you, think
About due dates, bedtimes, travel times. Think
About when you were late, how much time you
Put into tasks, assigned to each person.

Time is a human invention. If you
Look around, birds are never late, a deer
Is not rushed, squirrels don't have a mealtime.
Dogs don't have a bedtime or a naptime.

Humanity alone is the one ruled
By time, a law of our own invention.
Clocks are everywhere, there is a time for
Everything, yet there is no time at all

For what really matters. Not enough
Hours in the day for the things you want to
Do. Obligations piling up as we
Go, fearing the day when time will run out.

Being a reader

Everyone in the world is different, we all know this. However, certain people are similar, see the world the same way. Values, upbringing, education, all of this varies from person to person. However, the gifts with which you were born cannot be explained. Some people can run faster, jump higher or sing better than others. Some are prone to depression, or alcoholism. Some see the world as a dark and lonely place, others, as the most beautiful thing in the universe. Some can see beyond the ordinary, see what makes everything so beautifully extraordinary.

When we are born, we are either born readers, or non-readers. Being born a reader is the greatest honor and privilege there is. It allows us to become one with the characters on the page, to see and feel a world much different than our own. To be a reader, is to identify with these fictional characters in such a way that they no longer are fictional. They are there, waiting for us; words of wisdom on ink pages, their presence always comforting. A reader lives a thousand lives within the one they have, and gets to know so many kinds of people on such a deep level that it helps them deal with real people. If you are lucky enough, you find that one character, the one that you know is who you are, and it helps you have a deeper understanding of yourself. Once you find that one book, that one character, your whole view of the world shifts, and you begin to see all the beauty it holds. You see everything unfolding like a plot. Everything is interconnected, and if you are also a writer, you understand how all these strings eventually come together to weave the fabric of the world. Once you understand this, everything that happens has a reason. You are like a character in a book, you go along your path, not knowing what the end of the book holds for you. You can't skip ahead, there are no detours, only the long way around. You have to go through everything the author wants you to, because in the end, all of those experiences are the things that are going to help you make the difficult choices, the seemingly impossible ones. When tears are streaming down your face, when you think you've made the wrong choices, pick up that book again and give it another read. Remember that even though it seems hard now, you can get through. Its one kink in the long journey one little detour amongst hundreds. You will fall apart, you will be brought to your knees, you will fail. But there are people out there ready to put you back together and help you back on your feet. You will live the death of your innocence, and at some point, the death of people you love. It will hurt, and it will be unbearable, but your burden does not have to be just yours to bear.

You are a character in a book, even though your life is mundane and ordinary, you are the main protagonist in your life. You, and only you, gets to decide what happens in your life. If something makes you unhappy, stop doing the thing. If people treat you like crap, stop talking to them. Take control of your life, show them who you are, and let them know that you are worth getting to know. Everyone around you is different, and no, you won't get along with everyone, but you can at least say that you tried.

Fictional characters help us understand ourselves in a way that is impossible to explain. Its like looking at yourself from above, watching yourself do and say all these things, and know in your core that this is who you are. When they react to things, you think that you would never react like that, but in the end, you do.

Every character, as well as every person has their own journey to follow. Yes, free will is a major part of what makes us human, but no matter what we choose, there are some things that are out of our control. However, how we react to certain things, like the death of a loved one, can send us on a path we would never have expected. Authors use this to send their characters on a destiny they have chosen for them, and use death to make them capable of becoming a better person, of wanting a better world for the ones who come after them, or simply for themselves. They also use this to try and mend the characters, as well as themselves, because only through writing and reading about experiences like these can we reach a deeper level of understanding of the situation at hand, and only then can we ever hope to know ourselves well enough to predict how we will react in the future. Does that not help us mend the pieces the world believes to be broken? Or does it simply prove to ourselves that we are not broken as people, but as a society?

Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, everyone. We can't escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other. (Roth, 526)

Roth, Veronica. Alliegent, Katherine Tegen Books, 2013.

Love or Pain

How can we learn to love someone else, place
Our trust in someone that might hurt us. How
To make sure it's not just for the chase?
Will they break the vows they make here and now?

We don't know if we will get hurt, we all
Get broken by life, that is a fact. But
Will they mend us? Will they help us stand tall,
Take on the world with us, bandage our cuts?

We need to allow ourselves to fall, trust
In this stranger with the whispers of our
Hearts. Open ourselves, be flooded with dust
From the world, open the doors of the tour.

Truly loving someone is to let them
In, and to not kick him out on a whim.

Soul

Don't let them tell you,
That they know who you are
When they've only seen your summer.
Don't let them define you,
For you are not a single thing
You do not fit neatly in a box,
You are the ever changing tide,
The relentless waves of the sea
Different from every angle,
Old and young in harmony.
They have not seen
Your inner demons,
The secret box you keep hidden,
Within the fortress of your heart.
You are not a label,
You are not one thing.
You are the wind that howls at night,
The rosy first rays of sunlight,
The soft petals under one's hand.
Your body holds stars,
Planets, solar systems,
A whole universe waiting to be discovered.
But don't share your secret,
For it is far too precious.
No one can imagine
The vast plains, the waterfalls,
The tidal waves, the hurricanes.
The perfect storm,
That is hidden within your soul.

The Night I Became One With Time (Reworked)

I traveled along a dark path one night,

I found a man, who told me of a curse,

Who told me he could show me the last light,

The light at the end of the universe.

I grabbed his hand and ran away through time,

I saw things beyond my wildest dreams, stars

Growing cold, being born, whole lifetimes,

Passing me by, fleeting, like fast cars.

Saw the beginning of all, Creation

I saw pain and anguish, everlasting.

The End, damnation of generations

My life came flashing, and I understood:

Only through time was I able to see

All that make us human, all the beauty.

Our Walls

Life is defined by what we hold back,
What we chose not to say.
No one knows better than us,
What we hide from the world.
Each one of us projects an image,
A façade, of what we believe
Society wants to see,
Trapping who we are
Within ourselves.
The walls we so carefully built
The ones we were told would keep us safe,
Have become a prison.
They no longer keep us safe from harm,
But isolate us, keeps everyone out.
We have become a world
Caged within our minds,
Unable to speak up.
But this doesn't have to be the way it is,
You can say no.
You can tear down your walls
Brick by brick, show the world
Who was hiding inside them.
Stop staying quiet,
No longer be a standby,
A mindless drone,
Letting horrid things happen
To the people around you,
Things you could have prevented.
Do not regret what you cannot change,
But change so you don't regret.

Human Instict (reworked)

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is fundamentally mortal
More honest with himself and the world, dared
Speak his mind, protest inhuman morals.

Fear, the driving force of humanity
Has made us stronger, faster, blood pumping
Through our veins, pure rage helping it along,
Making men desperate for their freedom.

From the trenches of war, humanity
Rose form the ashes, anger their powerful
Incentive, building civilisation
From ruin, in ungodly lands, they strived

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is a Creator, a fighter,
Poet, a knight of the unwritten word
The building block of an equal world.

A Writer's Soul

I am angry, my body shaking from

Holding it in. Being dismissed, ignore

Discredited. One minute a child, the

Next a young lady. My hopes and dreams are

Mocked, my opinions put aside, because

Of my age, my youth and my innocence.

No one sees beyond the physical, into

The mind, the very essence of a person.

I have seen worlds burn to the ground, lived a 

Thousand lives, felt a thousand pains, suffering

Beyond comprehension. I have felt the

Loss of hope, I have had nothing to lose.

I am a reader, a writer. Words my 

Only escape, flowing through my veins, swirling

Under my skin, a silent storm of Ice

And Fire, waiting to be free from their cage. 

Human Instinct

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is fundamentaly mortal
More honest with himself, and the world, dared
Speak his mind, protest inhuman morals.

Anger shaped humans throughout history,
Fear, the driving force of humanity
Has made us stronger, faster, blood pumping
Through our veins, to the brain, helping thoughts bloom.

From the trenches of war, humanity
Rose from ashes. anger, their powerful
Incentive, building civilisation
From ruin, in ungodly lands, they strived.

Happy the man who is angry and scared,
For he is a Creator, a fighter,
Poet, a knight of the Unwritten Word.
The building block of a better world

The Night I Became One With Time

I traveled along a dark path one night,
I found myself alone with a strange man
Who told me he could show me the last light.
The light at the very end of the time plan.
I grabbed his hand, and we ran away through time,
I saw things beyond my wildest dreams, things
That should not exist, that are sublime.
I saw the fall and the rise of great kings
Saw the beginning of all, Creation.
I saw pain and anguish, everlasting.
The end, damnation of generations.
My life came flashing, understanding;
Only through time I was able to see
All that makes us human, all the beauty.

The World Teens Live In

School is a prison
Its where ideas,
And dreamers,
Go to die.
They teach us to conform,
To abide by their rules.
They tell us that we have a say,
A voice in the world.
They are there for us,
If ever we need help.
These are lies.
They do not care, do not listen.
Students are screaming,
Their throats raw from the effort.
Yet we are written off,
As hormonal, disruptive teens.
We are bullied, pushed to our limits,
By our peers.
Going to the principal,
Or the guidance counselor,
Will not make a difference.
They are too busy,
To worry about our petty problems.
They take away our art programs,
And our history classes,
Then blame us for our outrageous behavior.
How to talk to your teen,
How to understand them,
Are common books and articles.
We are people.
We hurt, we laugh, we cry, we dream.
Just like you.
We are people,
Trying to find our way in a world
Where everything is broken.

My Body

My body is not a sin,
It is not a temptation, an object
Built for your personal pleasure.

My body was built
To climb the mountains
Of despair, hopelessness and anger,
So I could outrun a world
Without imagination,
My body was built
So I could build a life
On the foundations of trust and love.

My body was not made to be perfect,
Molded to society's ideal of beauty.
It is unique and controversial,
Daring to be different
In a world where conformity is the norm.

Introduction

In this first post, I'll try my best to convey who I am in the most concise way possible. I am a young woman, who loves to write. I love fiction novels most of all, but do enjoy a thriller from time to time. I am not a fan of the romantic genra, but appreciate those types of novels for what they are. I adore action movies, yet I dislike horror. I love music, of all genres. For me, if the song itself has a meaning, or a message that affects me personnally, then that makes it a good song.
I am also a strong believer in the feminism mouvement. Now, this last bit is quite controversial, but I assure you it is quite simple. I believe in gender equality. I want to see the end of name-calling, and slut-shaming. I want equal pay for woman. I want men to stop seeing woman as sexual objects, and more as people, as life companions, friends, family, equals. But I also believe that woman need to stop using feminism as a way to bring down men. That is not feminism. Feminism is about equality for everyone, no matter your gender, and not about putting women on top of the world.
I see the world as a very complexe system of coincidences. I believe that everything happens for a reason, but also that things are meant to happen. We are told we have free will, yet we are told all our lives that we must to this, we cannot do that. We can chose to ignore these demands made by society, but doing so brings dire consequences. We have free will, but I believe it is an illusion, made to keep us all in check. The only people history rememebers, are the ones that break the rules. The ones that go against society, either alone or with a few followers. Those are the people we should aspire to be, the people that changed the world. We should aspire to change the world, to make it a better place for us and future generations.
I aspire to be a writer. People have told me that it is insane, that only the really good ones get there, and make a living off of it. People have dismissed me as a child, as a teenage girl who didn't know what she wanted. But I know what I want. I want to write for a living, I want to make readers feel for characters that are a part of me. I want them to learn lessons through these characters. I want to show the world a universe bigger than our own. I want to spend my days with a pen in my hands, writing in a notebook at a coffee shop. I want to spend my days editing my stories. I want to feel the satisfaction of walking by a bookstore, and seeing my hard work on display. This is not a phase. This is my dream. I feel it in every fibre of my being, in every breath I take. In everything I do. I have ideas, that I believe are good. I have passion. I believe that I need to believe in myself so I can finish what I started. Writing is a way of life, not a job. Writing is something that is part talent, but most part hard work.
I want to be a writer, which is why I've started this blog. Writting is my passion. I want to start connecting with the people of the world. I want to share my thoughts with the world, my opinions, my ideas. To have exchanges with people, and keep learning new things about the strange world we live in.

The world is a dark and twisted place. Yet we find joy in the strangest places. This is the first post of many, my personal documentation of what I am going through in life. My posts will reflect what is going on in my day-to-day life, conflicts I have witnessed or been a part of. My thoughts on what happened during the day