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Quinton Fields was a basketball player. he was a son. Somebody's team mate and somebody's friend. I never knew Quinton Fields and guess now I never will. Do you ever wonder what its like if you weren't you anymore? If you where suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagine was wrong; there's nothing romantic about death. Grief is like an ocean; its deep and the dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quite. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love.

I didn't know Quinton Fields but I'm jealous of him because I see how his absence has effected the people who did know him. So I know he mattered. And I know that he is loved. People say that Quinton Fields was a great basketball player. graceful. Fluid. Inspiring. They say, that on a good night her seemed like he could fly. Well, now he can...

- One Tree Hill

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“Life is good”.

This is phrase so simple somehow means the most however heard the least. Its an understatement because most of the time life is good. All to often we consume ourselves in the bullshit that we begin accept is reality; it’s not. Good things happen. They don’t need to be sugar coated because very often it has challenges and desire that can go both fulfilled and unfulfilled.

It gets better, and one day we understand the bullshit we out up with and the things we can’t understand the moment of good sugar coats itself. Its as if going though curtain passages in the life is a right. Bad things will only make the good great. Life is understated. Good things do happen. They will always be there, just waiting. One day you will be rewarded. You will never be forgotten.It merely opens another chapter of life. Things come with time. When they come somehow even the bullshit feels alright.

"Life is good".

Him to Her

The best person I've ever known once said to me: "big things will beome small and when least expected they will rise. Maybe this is the one good thing that comes from the situations, you can write: and maybe this is enough." And so she set me free from the regrets. The regrets that come with time. Don't ever depend on time. Don't ever depend on time, time travels down a river and disappears somewhere on the horizon. I've been told many things, but there are three I haven't...

You will not beat the her's of the world. They will only encourage you to step up your game and go a little harder. They will teach you to play strategically and to manipulate the boundaries. They will inspire you to keep your eyes up and get the next one, to make it yours. They will push you around and kick you when you're down. They will ridicule and insult you. They will burn the edges and turn your insides to ash. We need to learn to use the her's to our advantage. Use them to build yourself up. Because you are better than they are. You only have to remember, you are someone else's her.

You will survive him. He will use you up until you've got nothing left. He will learn you inside-out. He will always know how many bullets it will take to threaten, hurt or kill you. He will have the aesthetic words that will suck you in and keep you there. But he will let you down, her. He will come crashing down just as he came crashing in. He will steal all of you and bury what he doesn't need under the Earth. Because he could never leave you vulnerable, he couldn't let anyone else hurt you as well. But you will get out, and you will do exactly this to someone else.

You are not anyone's, and when you are older you will learn that sometimes you're not even your own.

- Anonymous

"Choof Choof Train"

The morning is nigh
Its time to get high
Last time tonight
Sleep will come with no fight
Load the green in this blunt
Please don't make it a runt

What is so wrong with Mary Jay?
Is it so bad to feel like a sun ray?
All nice and feelin' fine and dandy
Takes away worry; makes me hunger candy
They say its a drug thats bad
If you believe that, you've been had

Was that blunt hit by a blight?
If we're gonna get high, lets do this right!
Heres my green, continue to roll
After we're done, we'll smoke my bowl
Tie it off, damn that is big
Its really in nice fig

Socially alcohol is okay
Although it makes people pass away
But marijuana is a "killer" drug
But it causes no graves to be dug
Cigarettes kill thousands of users
Even when they're not abusers

What you may have heard is slanted
Because this "drug", was actually planted
Unlike cigarettes, it contains no chem
All natural baby, tell that to the rest of them.

If everyone smoked a blunt the world would be a better place.

POD- Youth Of The Nation

Last day of the rest of my life

I wish I would have known cause i'd have kissed my momma goobye.

I didn't tell her that I loved her or how much cared or thank my pops for all the talks and all the wisdom he shared.

Unaware I just did what I always do.

Everyday the same routine before I skate off to school but who knew that this day wasnt like the rest,

instead of takin the test I took two to the chest.

Call me blind but I didn't see it comin and everybody was runnin but I couldn't hear nothin,

except gun blast,

it happened so fast I didn't really know this kid though I sat by him in class.

Maybe this kid was reachin out for love or maybe for a moment he forgot who he was

or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged,

whatever it was I know its because

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

Little Suzzy she was only twelve she was given the world with every chance to excel

Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell she might act kinda proudbut no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places,

the same situations but different faces.

Changed up her pace since her daddy left her

too bad he never told her she deserved much better.

Johnny boy always played the fool,

he broke all the rules so you would think he was cool.

He was never really one of the guys no matter how hard he tried,

with the thought of suicide

It's kinda hard when you ain't got no friends,

he put his life to an end they might remember him then,

You cross a line and there is no turnin back he told the world how he felt with the sound of a gat.

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

Whos to blame for the life that tragedies claim no matter what you say it won't take away the pain,

that I feel inside

I'm tired of all the lies don't nobody know why it's the blind leadin the blind.

Guess that's the way that the story goes,

will it ever make sense somebody's gotta know,

there's gotta be more to life than this,

there's got to be more to everything I thought exists

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

We are the youth of the nation

THE GOOD-MORROW.
by John Donne

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.

In Lights

Have you ever been walking down the street with your I-pod in your ears? Have you ever felt like you where in a movie?

For a brief moment in time, clueless toward the future or burdened by the past. You the star of the present. No distraction and no confusion, your simply in there. The moment is beautiful. Although rare and often taken for granted, those moments are perfect.

Tonight I was walking down the street. The tree where luminous, sprouting orange street lights and condensing on my cold frosty nose. I sang to myself because nobody else could see me, I was simply alone in the purity of the moment; beautiful.

As I walked further, the scene ended and the moment passed but I was the silent star; the moment was perfectly surreal but a moment of fame.

Huit

In the broad spectrum of human emotion, nothing is as destructive as the emotion of jealousy. Consider anger and upset; these emotions, although undesireable, are not maladaptive. There is no harm in visiting that dark place every now and again or throwing a fist through the air or into a pillow - not only are these normal human experiences, but they are fundamental to our development and essential to being human. Carl Jung once stated, "Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness; the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness". However, unlike the emotions of anger and sadness, jealousy serves no purpose. Jealousy is no more adaptive or constructive than it is logical; it renders no positive outcomes and is built upon no rational foundation, serving only to deplete our spirits and crush our self-esteem. Wanting what someone else has only makes us more dissatisfied with what we already possess, and brings us no closer to attaining whatever that magical object or characteristic is.

Jealousy undermines everything that we already are, ignoring all the things that make us special and unique; the eyes of jealousy make us blind to ourselves. We cannot possess that which belongs to other people, so why wish to be in someone else's shoes, own someone else's possessions or attain someone elses gifts? And what's to say they don't envy something that you have? We were notmade to be someone else, and we cannot besomeone else; there is no logic that supports this distressing emotion. In the end, all we can do is be the best version of usthat we can possibly be.

- Anonymous

Simplicity

Life is good; a phrase so simple somehow means the most however heard the least. Its an understatement because most of the time life is good. All to often we consume ourselves in the bullshit that we begin accept is reality; it's not.

Good things happen. They don't need to be sugar coated because very often it has challenges and desire that can go both fulfilled and unfulfilled. It gets better, and one day we understand the bullshit we out up with and the things we can’t understand the moment of good sugar coats itself. Its as if going though curtain passages in the life is a right. Bad things will only make the good great.

Life is understated. Good things do happen. They will always be there, just waiting. One day you will be rewarded. You will never be forgotten. It merely opens another chapter of life. Things come with time. When they come somehow even the bullshit feels alright.

Life is good.

6 of Hearts

Call their bluff. Don’t show anger; they don’t care. Don’t argue back; that’s their fight one. Don’t acknowledge them; that’s what they want. Tonight I have learnt that on court, a player’s emotions are like a second person. This second person is the deciding factor. In the last 5 minutes, when you crack under pressure situations; that is fear playing. A great player will tell you that your biggest defence in these situations is ‘the bubble’. When you play in a bubble; that’s playing with courage. The ability to block out influences is the difference between being good and great. In those last 5 minutes nothing should have changed. I had never wanted anything so much in my life. Eyes for the ball, out for an intercept, up over the shot. So why did I let them get to me? Anger hinders action. In the last 5 minutes, the only player on court should be you. Tonight I learnt that calling their bluff is not retaliating. Had I played by this, we may have won. Had our team played like this, we would have won.

Call their bluff. Don’t show anger; they don’t care. Don’t argue back; that’s their fight one. Don’t acknowledge them; they’ve achieved what they wanted to do. Tonight I have learnt that on court, a player’s emotions are like a second person. This second person is the deciding factor. In many ways this is true in life. Emotions get the better of us. We find that we live our day to day lives out of apprehension, resentment, misery or joy. In the end we all lose. Hide your emotions; don’t let things get the better of you; let them call your bluff. It’s best that these emotions are hidden as a form of defence. People and situations will eat away at you to the point where you act out of fear, not courage. Nelson Mandela once said ‘I have learned that courage is not absence of fear, but a triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who concurs that fear.’ Just as in life and a match, we are all afraid. At one point, you must acknowledge that fear, stare it in the face and walk over it. When your hand is dealt, hold your face. Don’t itch, blink, breath heavier. Call it, check it and then play it; win.

'satis'

Ever wondered who you’re meant to be? What were meant to do in this life? Times go by and routine becomes a means to an end; driven by our own alter ego, gradually we learn to simply ‘get by’. However ‘getting by’ never seems enough. While on our never-ending searching for ‘enough’, we begin to search for the means; the ways in which we get what is truly enough in our lives. Confused? So am I. So why can’t our so called 'purpose' be simple? What else is there to life? Everything is never enough. Enough, being content, makes a career, family and money seems necessary. Society has this way of playing tricks on you. ‘Consumerism’, consumes us and we begin to blur the line between enough and necessary. Greed consumes the mind like famine consumes a country. Famine, murder, injustice are all secondary to our won wants.

One day we grow up and only then realise that our eyes have been closed; or is this our excuse? There is more to me and my meaning in life. You only need to look as far as a mother with cancer or the orphanages Asia. This need to consume is replaced with guilt. Facing the truths of life and harshness of reality is confronting. There is more to life than wanting more, as others need more. When do I start making a difference and stop making excuses? In the time it takes you to read this paragraph, 318 people have died. In the time it takes you to work out how many people that is per minute; another 9 people are dead. So what’s your excuse?

huit

Wanting what someone else has only makes us more dissatisfied with what we already possess, and brings us no closer to attaining whatever that magical object or characteristic is. Jealousy undermines everything that we already are, ignoring all the things that make us special and unique; the eyes of jealousy make us blind to ourselves. We cannot possess that which belongs to other people, so why wish to be in someone else's shoes, own someone else's possessions or attain someone elses gifts? And what's to say they don't envy something that you have? We were not made to be someone else, and we cannot be someone else; there is no logic that supports this distressing emotion. In the end, all we can do is be the best version of us that we can possibly be.

- Annonymous

adsuesco assuesco

In the great scheme of life we are all a tiny speck. In fact we are a number of small dots; co-existing. Many of us 'dots' will never do anything; become someone. Or so we are told; with little impact on the world, we cannot change the shape and colour of life and therefore provide little meaning to a crowded existence.

So then, whats the point? What happens when our tiny existence becomes invalid?

At the end of the day: every spot is just a speck among many dots. We may not provide meaning or substance but we still manage to somehow co-exist and for some reason or another, that seems to be enough.

'something so strong'

One day I lost contact; values, family, ideals, morals, right and wrong. When you’re told by the closest person in your life that they think you don’t love them anymore, what are you supposed to do? Meant to say? Because at the end of the day, did I realise what I was doing? When did it get to a point where normality was blurred? The things which once seemed important to life became trivial and I lost sight of the word importance. I took for granted the importance of surprising them with flowers, asking how their day way, kissing them before bed. Importance now seems to be in my little domain; a room which has become my safety net. Now it hinders me from finding and creating substance.

My problems are somewhat juvenile and irrelevant to the greater good of the world. This irrelevance has created a hole in my house and I have isolated myself so much so that I have lost the meaning of the values trust, honesty and love. I know that I love those that I live with, so why can’t they see that? My issues are no reason to blind them of my love, so the contact I once had is now a void in the contact I have valued the most. Going about your everyday routine, in your everyday mood actually has a substantial effect on those you live with and love. They begin to notice the growing frown line on your head, or the drop of tone in your voice, the way you reply with grunts and pensive laughs. This is not an excuse for growing up. One day, I will lose all of this; and I won’t be a little girl. The path I have taken recently has made me unconsciously hurt those I value most. So, if I woke up tomorrow and god struck me down with a bolt of lightning, what would I have lost altogether? At the end of the day, importance of love is never been blurred, only hidden from those who need it most.

custos morum

Francis Thompson once wrote : “Do you know what it is to be a child?... It is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy tale godmother in its own soul.” People say that children are the best example of resilience.

They render a spirit, which at one point of another, many of us forgets from within. Children have a strength that older people do not. They simply focus on the beauty in life. As we grow, we become consumed by obligation and things are no longer simple. Like adults, children hurt; they fall over and bleed and miss their parents every time they are dropped off to kinder, but they notice that there is more to life. This resilience isn’t forgotten by people who grow old, it becomes hidden within as they struggle to see the beauty in themselves, let alone the life around them.