Torches Ablaze, Fire In Their Eyes

Torches ablaze, fire in their eyes

Shatters of our hearts, tears in our eyes

Shouting evil slurs, marching in the streets

Fear filling our children, some people who lost their heartbeat

Fights starting, murder happening

It doesn’t seem real, like we’re only imagining

It seems terror will never stop

Like we’re surrounded by this evil backdrop

But we are patriots, we are courageous

Fighting against this discrimination

We must never give up the fight for justice

We must be the ones to start the discussion

We will show that terror will never win

Fighting against this actual sin

We are stronger

We will conquer

This isn’t their country

It’s our country.

(via GIPHY)

Delicate Flower

Drip Drop Another tear on her face She always ends up crying, nonstop And all she wants is an embrace You can see the tracks her tears have left You can see the hurt in her eyes She stands there oh so depressed She cries She tries She dies Only wanting him to apologize Just two simple words anyone can speak "I'm sorry" More tears fill her cheeks Is he even starting to worry? Drip Drop Tears fill the cracks in her heart She feels she's some kind of prop All she wants is to go back to the start Her expression is numb Her hands are cold Yet her heart still beats like a drum And she feels a bit bold For she is not as weak or stupid as she may seem She's in control Oh her tears still stream She feels it through her body and soul She has all this power But is as delicate as a flower

Trinity College Library, Dublin (by Alex Block)

(via GIPHY)

Hinton Ampner House, England (by Annie Spratt)

The Beginning of the End

    (Image from José Luis Guerin‘s The Academy of Muses)

    Cancer. The word rolled off the doctor’s tongue as if it were ordinary, everyday conversation. Like it was something I should’ve known all along. Without even knowing what I was doing I fell into my doctor’s arms, screaming and crying. “I’m incredibly sorry Mrs. Mendoza.”      As I walked out of the doctor’s office, as I’ve done many times before, only this time it was different. Everyone in the office that day was gone, all the doctors, receptionists, patients, nurses vanished. The only thing left was me, which in a way makes sense. At the end of the day, all you have is yourself, right?     After a long while of just standing around, letting the emptiness sink in, I reached the exit door and was outside. It was raining, pouring. My husband of 25 years was sitting in the car waiting for me, I see him smiling at me with all the hope in the world, the exact smile that I fell in love with all those years ago. Slowly, but surely, that smile started to fade as he sees the empty expression on my face. It’s amazing how one minute a person can be so full of hopes and so happy, and in the next, so broken and confused. I don’t even bother opening up my umbrella, my subconscious whispers to just let the rain fall down on me, and I let it. I allow myself a moment to stare up at the rain. Letting it fall down on me as if it were healing me on some psychological level.     “God, why have you done this to me?” I whisper to myself.      When I finally get into the car, drenched from all the rain, my husband, Julian, is quiet. I can tell he’s just as speechless as I am. I sit there longing him to say something, anything. To hug me and tell me that everything will be okay, even though we both know it won’t be. Instead we both sat there, staring into each other's eyes, as we’ve done many times before, however, this time is different. There’s a cold emptiness in the air. We sit there, staring and crying. He looks at me like I’m slowly slipping away and I stare at him preparing to say goodbye. He reaches over to me and embraces me, we’re still silent...aside from the whimpering. All noise is in soft “I love you”, sniffling, and weeping. Finally we started the drive home. Soon I would have to tell my family, friends, coworkers, and everyone in between. But, instead of stressing about everything that is yet to come, I sat in the car, looking out the window with a blank stare on my face, “The beginning of the end…”