Think
If you’re feeling lost
or blue
or grey or green,
take a moment for yourself
to stop and think
about what you want.
Not about a present
for an upcoming party,
or that thing you have
to remind your mom.
Think about you.
Think about where you want to go
and how to get there.
Forget about your job.
That job with the crummy pay,
the cramped office,
the annoying coworkers.
Forget about the past,
that bad haircut
that awful ex
that terrible mistake.
And think about now.
Get inspired.
Go write a book.
Or sing a song.
Or read a poem.
Do what you want to do.
Be what you want to be.
Because you can be anything
you want
to be.
Set some goals,
and achieve them.
Make some dreams.
For every great dream
begins with a dreamer.
Follow your own star.
Be your own star.
Just stop for a moment,
and
think.
Time
One second.
You could have:
taken a breath
blinked an eye
beat your heart
given a hug.
In one second.
One minute.
You could have:
Said ‘I Love You’
apologized
forgiven a friend
prayed to God.
In one minute.
One hour.
You could have:
finished a book
written a poem
inspired someone
saved a life.
In one hour.
One month.
You could have:
adopted a child
saved some money
arranged a funeral
Given a job.
In one month.
One year.
You could have:
gotten married
had a family
reconnected with a parent
built a home.
In one year.
A lifetime.
You could have:
Had some dreams.
Achieved some goals.
Inspired millions.
made a difference.
All in a lifetime.
You can never tell
how long
life will last.
Make the most of
every second.
Every minute.
Every hour.
Every month.
Every year.
And every lifetime.
Dreams
Whether they’re soaring
or broken,
practical,
or insane,
easy
or complicated,
never let them die.
Because if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird
that cannot fly.
If your dreams seem broken,
get some glue
and glue them back together.
Your friends
will help.
If they seem insane,
do something even more
insane.
And then they will not seem
so bad.
And if they seem hard,
or complicated,
don’t give up.
Don’t
ever
give up.
Don’t be
that broken winged bird
that cannot fly.
Difference
What’s the difference
if the sky is grey and cloudy
or clear and blue?
If the sun is smiling
or burning away?
If the world keeps spinning
or simply ceases to exist?
The difference is the people
who see the stars,
the sky,
the sun.
The difference is all the ones
who need a sanctuary,
who need a rest.
The difference is me.
The one who notices,
who cares.
The one who sees
that every day
could be your last.
The difference is the helpless,
the wounded,
those who need help
to sit up in bed.
The dying.
And the difference is hope.
The ray of sunshine.
The glimmer of truth.
That little sparkle.
The difference
can be you.
Bullets
Bullets cut deep,
Tear through your flesh,
and straight into your heart.
Whether it’s a hard lead case,
or words of steel,
Bullets cut deep.
So why do we launch them?
The bullets that wound and kill
those we love.
Those others love.
Why do we launch these bullets
at ourselves?
For every time we kill
or wound or witness:
we break off a little bit more
of ourselves.
No one ever wins
any time we kill.
In this world, we have a web.
A web built of tiny threads.
Each thread is one of us.
So every time we launch
a bullet, we only aid in the harm
of this world that is us.
Bullets cut deep.
Lies
Lies.
They take advantage
of innocent people.
They cut through
your heart
and soul
like knives.
And when you try
to stop them,
they just keep going
and going
and going.
Like a pack of wolves
that caught the scent
of their prey.
Every lie you tell,
you set up a barrier
around yourself.
The first one
can be broken through,
and you can still
be reached.
The tenth
can be breached
only by the closest
of friends.
But the twentieth
can only be broken through
by you.
If ever you find yourself
hidden under layers
and layers
of lies,
Stop.
Stop lying,
stop taking advantage,
and unwrap yourself
one truth at a time.
Sun or Moon?
When the sun rises
from its faraway distance,
is can only see the pain
here on earth.
It sees all the hurt,
the melting glaciers,
the heavy dark clouds
blocking its view.
It can see the volcanoes
erupting smoke
and steam,
and epidemics and plagues,
and the decreasing green
of our forests.
But when the moon comes,
it has a different view.
It’s closer to us,
can see more of us.
It can see our sleeping faces,
with the worry and hurt
erased for the time being.
And it can see the hand
outstretched
to aid our friends
and neighbors.
It can see the rain falling
from those heavy dark clouds
wiping our slate clean.
It sees the next sun rise,
starting the day anew.
It tends to fade, however,
fade from our view,
and we begin to see
what the sun sees.
The pain.
The hurt.
The epidemics and plagues.
And we skip over that
outstretched helping hand.
But we have the closest view of all.
We can see the sparkle in the eye
of those we help
Shit
Shit.
Taxes.
Work.
School.
Money.
Gas.
Groceries.
Housework.
Kids.
Marriage.
Shit.
I could go on
and on
and on.
But you know?
None of that
matters.
Who cares
if you had problems
before.
Who cares
if you have
no
idea
what to do?
You’ll get through it.
Because that’s what
you do.
Even when things just seem
like shit.
Shit.
That Girl
I talked to that girl
today.
That girl
that no one likes
that sits alone
that just wants
to be
accepted.
She tried to talk
to the popular girls
and they told her
to go
away.
So I invited her
to sit with us.
We talked.
We laughed.
And you know what?
It felt great.
To talk to that girl,
include that girl,
that girl
that no one likes.
You should try it.
Emptiness
God sent you
to me
when I was at the peak
of my loneliness.
I prayed for you
I wished for you
I thought you would never come.
But then you did.
You weren’t who I was expecting
you never even occurred to me.
But He answered my prayers.
You weren’t my first choice.
It hurt so many people around me.
I should hate you.
Hate you for making me hurt
my loved ones.
Hate you for hurting me.
Never tell me you love me
unless you mean it –
because I might do something
stupid
like believe it.
But I don’t hate you.
Even though you hurt me,
you saved me.
You saved me from a fate
worse than death.
You filled the void in my heart,
made me believe that I was
worth something
for the first time
in my life.
That I am loved.
That I am sweet,
caring,
even beautiful.
Thank you for saving me
from a fate worse than death;
Thank you for saving me from
Emptiness.
Not Blood
They say
home is where the
heart is.
Home is where
your family is.
Where you love one another.
But what if you don’t have love?
What are you left with
in that big, cold building?
What is there
to live for?
All that remains
is a house
full of people
that simply happen
to be related.
That is not what a family
is.
A family
is a group of people
who love each other
who would die for each othe
rwho would give anything
to be with eachother.
It has nothing to do with blood.
Love is what keeps us going.
Not blood.
Love is what keeps us
alive.
Not blood.
And love is what fills our bodies
what pours out of out hearts
and keeps us going.
Not blood.
It has nothing
to do
with blood.
Little Things Like This
Hugs goodnight
kisses goodbye
ice-cream for dessert
with homemade pie.
Games after school
someone always winning
with the family on Christmas
add friends on Thanksgiving.
Incentives for good
Punishments for bad
making wishes on stars
for things you’ve never had.
Snowmen in the winter
with big sloppy smiles
everyone is laughing
and having fun all the while.
Love the good that you’re given
take the bad with a laugh
for you never know who
doesn’t have what you have.
Give what you can
it doesn’t matter how small
for a little is a lot
to those who have nothing at all.
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Texte: Hannah Jackson
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.07.2013
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