Sunday, January 10, 2016
let's get real
Cherish the moments in the moment. Live in the present and make the most out of life. Let's be the best ourselves can be and prove people wrong. Let's be happy inside for all the good things we've done and remember how you felt. And let's do those things more often so you can feel that happiness more often. Let's keep on moving and thinking and reading and humming and wondering and traveling and pondering and running and keeping on keeping on. Moving is being blessed with health. Thinking is thinking of words in your head and writing them down. Reading is your eyes going across letters that mean so much to you and impact you. Humming is the song stuck in your head and letting it ring silently, but karaoke version. Wondering is going places and enjoying the earth. Traveling is planning and experiencing and viewing with your own eyes. Pondering is the thoughts that first come to your head and then making up an ending to them. Running is the energy and power of following through with goals and being proud of yourself. Choose and not let others choose for you. I mean let's get real here. Just be you.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
remembering endlessly
A lot of small things come to mind when remembering memories. And a lot of big things do too but those never leave my mind.
Summer. What a time summer is. Warm air, warm sky's, warm sun, warm body's. Remembering summer, comes back to me when there were always long drives putting my head out the window feeling the hot breeze that makes my hair messier than before and trying to high five my friend on the other side of the car which never works but we still always try.
Short notice road trips with friends and family that are the best trips ever. Rope swings that brought so much adrenalin which made it 100 times more harder to do it.
Boating from when the sun rises till it goes down.
All the freckles on my skin that looked like the stars in the sky. Long nights adventuring and planning the next night to do the same. Star gazing at the constilations thinking of what earth has to offer and our minds thinking too much outside of he box to confuse ourselves and then just stop thinking about space and the stars.
Swimming till my toes and fingers look like raisins and always staying in the pool even longer after noticing. Late night tennis tournaments. Early morning volleyball games. Sno cones that turn my hand into a rainbow. Tan skin and tight muscles from all the hikes that were endless. Camping trips that gave me a six pack from laughing nonstop.
It was all then. Leaving those summer memories in that summer. And planning the new ones to come. But always remembering the old ones.
Summer. What a time summer is. Warm air, warm sky's, warm sun, warm body's. Remembering summer, comes back to me when there were always long drives putting my head out the window feeling the hot breeze that makes my hair messier than before and trying to high five my friend on the other side of the car which never works but we still always try.
Short notice road trips with friends and family that are the best trips ever. Rope swings that brought so much adrenalin which made it 100 times more harder to do it.
Boating from when the sun rises till it goes down.
All the freckles on my skin that looked like the stars in the sky. Long nights adventuring and planning the next night to do the same. Star gazing at the constilations thinking of what earth has to offer and our minds thinking too much outside of he box to confuse ourselves and then just stop thinking about space and the stars.
Swimming till my toes and fingers look like raisins and always staying in the pool even longer after noticing. Late night tennis tournaments. Early morning volleyball games. Sno cones that turn my hand into a rainbow. Tan skin and tight muscles from all the hikes that were endless. Camping trips that gave me a six pack from laughing nonstop.
It was all then. Leaving those summer memories in that summer. And planning the new ones to come. But always remembering the old ones.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
who am I?
This class has taught me more about myself. I have been able to express my feelings and opinions on certain topics. I think we all have to think outside of the box to stand out and show people who we truly are. What I am most passionate about is making sure everyone is loved and has a friend. That's really important during teenage years because it can be rough.
If you know me you know I love athletics, mostly tennis and running. I love Photography so I can capture memories and special moments. Exploring to different places with friends and family is always my favorite thing to do. I think seeing the world and different cultures is so important for everyone to experience and being able to serve. I love the outdoors and cool places that I can ponder at and take in this amazing and gorgeous world. Never giving up is an important saying I keep in mind.
I love all the opportunities I have experienced and thinking of the future is so exciting. I love knowing that everyone in my life is here for a reason and is making me who I am today. All of this is what makes me, me.
And who is Audrey June?.....
thinking of music
Music is the sound in my ears that I never want to leave. it's the memories that come rushing back reminding me about all those old times. It's the changing of moods depending what you're listening to. It's the emotion that comes out of you to show people how you feel. It's the location where you are or where you are going. It's what you listen to so that you forget about things. Music can control your mind, of what you're thinking or feeling. It's the power or flow. It all blends and sounds good, just like life.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
you are
You are not your age,
Or the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places that you've been to,
And the one that you will call home,
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all things you're not.
Or the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried,
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places that you've been to,
And the one that you will call home,
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all things you're not.
2 hearts
We were given two hands to hold
Two legs to walk
Two eyes to see
Two ears to listen
But why only one heart?…
Because the other one was given to someone for us to find.
We find them and the heart bursts because of all the perfect love.
Nothings perfect but it could be.
Its there and its real.
Two legs to walk
Two eyes to see
Two ears to listen
But why only one heart?…
Because the other one was given to someone for us to find.
We find them and the heart bursts because of all the perfect love.
Nothings perfect but it could be.
Its there and its real.
beginnings & endings
An eager yet terrified feeling overcomes my being.
Hello.
I take scrambled thoughts from my head and from there on I pursue which makes me crave people that aren't real, scenarios that won't come true.
But just remember, as sane as one may seem, they were all mad here.
You may have forgotten about me…
So please don't give up on me.
Underneath the surface I am floating
The next time you find someone cold we'll both die of hypothermia.
And my heart stopped beating for a minute...
And I will write about my lover, the one I have never seen.
Hello.
I take scrambled thoughts from my head and from there on I pursue which makes me crave people that aren't real, scenarios that won't come true.
But just remember, as sane as one may seem, they were all mad here.
You may have forgotten about me…
So please don't give up on me.
Underneath the surface I am floating
The next time you find someone cold we'll both die of hypothermia.
And my heart stopped beating for a minute...
And I will write about my lover, the one I have never seen.
perspective
Little kids learn how to tie there shoes when they are very young. Parents teach them so they can do it by themselves. I remember I would get excited to tie my shoe. I was doing something for myself and I felt old. I felt like a big kid. But sometimes I wouldn't tie it right and it would come un done and I would get a little mad, but I was just learning so I shouldn't be mad or disappointed right?
We all learn in life and have our ups and downs just like a little kid tying a shoe, you go up and down and around and it ends up good. Everything ends up good in the end.
There are no bad endings if you always have a good perspective about life.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
fearless
Being scared is like seeing foggy air. You see it but it's so foggy that you can't see the real picture and you can't see through it and you can't get through it so you decide you are scared of it. It confuses you and you get lost. It might take eternity to find what's on the other side, but maybe you'll never know. If you try hard enough, you will know. But do you want to know? Do you want to know what you are scared of? Don't be scared of it. Choose not to and see the difference. Being fearless can change your perspective.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
remembering
You here that certain song that reminds you of that one time. That great memorie. It's all in your head. Songs tell a story and those story's remind us of our own story's and our own thoughts. It's a feeling that you want to be there again and relive that memorie. We cherish our greatest memories to make us who we are today and who we can become.
alive
Alive is everything.
Surviving is the only thing.
If I'm alive.
I can be my thing.
Alive is before anything.
Alive is pain
Its Awake.
Let's go.
I love you because I am alive.
I am alive because I love you.
At times reality shows its face to us.
We are human and can power through.
The sun can warm my body.
And laughter feels my mouth.
If I choose to be awake
In the early hours of dawn
It is only so
I can stand before the morning sun
Feel the warmth and light through my veins
Awakening me internally
And to remind me
How wonderful it is
To be alive.
Surviving is the only thing.
If I'm alive.
I can be my thing.
Alive is before anything.
Alive is pain
Its Awake.
Let's go.
I love you because I am alive.
I am alive because I love you.
At times reality shows its face to us.
We are human and can power through.
The sun can warm my body.
And laughter feels my mouth.
If I choose to be awake
In the early hours of dawn
It is only so
I can stand before the morning sun
Feel the warmth and light through my veins
Awakening me internally
And to remind me
How wonderful it is
To be alive.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
don't be "that" brick
Bricks are hard, very hard. They can hurt you
very badly. There are many ways to use them. Some people might use them in a
bad way or in a good way like building a house or creating art. A brick is a solid
rectangle. There are many of them and they are used for many things. They are all different in there own way. Some are different colors and sizes. They can
protect people and have a good reason to. Like maybe so the storms don't blow them over or so they only see the good in the world. I have many bricks that influence me a lot. I look up to these bricks because I love them and they love me.
what is it
Love
Love is unconditional
It could be…
Overwhelming
Exciting
Scary
Rushed
Beautiful
Fun
Perfect
Funny
Adventurous
Lovable…
But what is it.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
let the universe do it's thing
Once you make a decision the universe conspires to make it happen. The way to become one with the universe is to trust it. You are the universe, just expressing itself as a human. Society teaches limitation but that will not stop you. Look inside yourself. Everything that you want you already are. There is a force which if we permit it, it will flow through us and produce miraculous results. The whole universe is on our side and if you follow it it will open doors where there were only walls.
hmm human
Smarter than Einstein
and shiny like gold. (is this a human?)
As tall as ten houses
but no sight to behold. (or is it a robot?)
Strong like goliath (of course were strong)
but tired from cold steel (lazy?)
he was mans creation (very creative guy)
but no one could he feel ( :( )
He'd never be whole, (we make eachother whole)
for the parts he was missing
which were a heart
and soul. ( </3 )
Gold guy isn't better or more different than the human,
they are exactly the same.
Both feel for the goodness of life it self
and have no one to blame.
and have no one to blame.
(human)
bff
My sister,
You may be the younger one
But you're wise beyond your years
When I look to you, I look up
And I admire what I see
A sister; a friend
So full of love, so full of strength
What you may not know
Is that I envy you
Your heart, your soul
The way you set out
To make all your dreams come true
You often thank me for my support
What you don't see
Is that if it weren't for you
I would not be me
I love you, my sister
More than i could ever describe
And I'm thankful everyday
That you're in my life.
we are
we are…
different?
should we be different?
As people should we stand out and be ourselves?
I guess we should be ourselves but it might not be standing out.
Think about it.
What do you want to give to this world?
Participate.
Act.
Have emotion.
Don't be you...
Be more than you!
Just BE
who you are.
who you are.
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