Creativity & Strangers In A Crowd: A Collection of Thoughts

22 December, 2016

I once read that to foster creative thoughts, you must put yourself into a creative environment that will inspire you.

You need to put yourself into a place where you can be alone with your thoughts and let your mind wander. Walking through a neighborhood is a good example of a place like this.

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When the world is reflected back upon a window . . . Do you like it better when 
cloudy, disorientated, unclear?

It's weird to think that trees have seen so much more than we have. We built our lives around them and here they are still standing tall, invincible.

. . . all I ever see are the backs of heads. Maybe one day they will turn around and I'll see them for who they really are, but today I get to make up what their minds hold. 
Will you keep turning your head?

What do you see when you look back into my judgmental eyes?

If you want to change you have to get up and change something.

The days leading up to an event fly by so quickly,
 that I have to force myself to slow down the event itself so I don't miss it entirely.


XOXOXO


How do I save the world?

21 November, 2016

Watch a few spoken poetry videos on youtube and you will feel exactly the way that I do. We know that there is so much wrong with the world and a distracted night leading to an eye opening documentary can prove this. Sometimes I watch a video about the food industry and devote myself to veganism but it never lasts. Do other people feel this way? I want desperately to save the world but I feel so helpless.

"With enough people we can make a difference." Are we ever going to gather enough people? I want to win scholarships and contests to change the world and make a difference but it feels incredibly selfish that this is not always my #1 priority. Before I devote my life to feeding the hungry and saving the trees, I want to fall in love and make art. It seems like my goals are always too big or too small to achieve, so where do I find the happy medium? How do I clean my room and save the world at the same time?

I can't help but ask why my feelings matter when people are dying of preventable causes. How can I feel so inspired and do nothing about it? What can I do about the guilt I feel for not changing the world before I graduate high school? Who can I talk to about ending world hunger and creating a cleaner energy system? I'm going to save everyone but I need some questions answered first. How can there be billions of people on this planet yet so many people feel alone?


My psychology teacher tells me that the part of our brain that determines reasoning is not finished developing. Health teachers tell me that teenagers have mood swings and everything we feel is just hormones, but how can that be? How can it be that everything I've learned in my life up to this point is the result of my under-developed brain?

I want to change the world so badly and make it a better place. I want to be better, and I want to be heard, and I want to use less commas in my writing, but I don't know where to start.


XOXOXO

⚞My Week in Pieces⚟

18 November, 2016



H E L P E D
the community
in my spare time so I can
be apart of the bigger
                          picture.

                                                                                     R E V I E W E D
                                                                                     flashcard,
                                                                            after flash card,
                                                                            after flash card.

F E E L I N G
like a third wheel when
around one of my best friends
and her boyfriend.

V O I C E D
my opinion in
front of others
and now they look 
at me like I am a ticking time
bomb. 

W ROT E
             down thought, 
                     after thought, 
                             after thought.

P U S H E D
back deadline on art project #2,
art project #3, and art project #6.

S M I L E D 
as my best friend described her 
first dates because she deserves
to be happy.

                                      D R E A M E D
   of Paris and Rome and New York and Spain and Alaska 
and California and Washington and Fortune and Fame.

W O N D E R E D
about war and
peace and what it means to believe
in the past.
How can we
prove our thoughts
are real? How do we know any thing
has ever
really happened?

G U E S S E D                                           
    what other people were thinking           
at this very moment in time. Do they        
like my dress? I wonder if he finished     
his homework . . .      
         

I guess parallel structure isn't my thing?

XOXOXO

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