tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72029056767135548762024-02-19T08:21:33.686-08:00Nana RoseNonsense, stories, and selfies... Story of my life.
I apologize in advance for my excessive sarcasm.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-54566679802144552332014-12-29T16:53:00.001-08:002014-12-29T16:53:43.623-08:00Highs<div>This is the moment</div>When <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">lightning strikes my heart</span><div>Electricity surges</div><div>And we wonder</div><div>With our souls on highs</div><div>We live for this moment</div><div>When the heavens crash down</div><div>And pain is no more</div><div>I feel the warmth of every touch</div><div>Like an aurora </div><div>You surround me</div><div>The longer we anticipate </div><div>The more it pounds</div><div>Feel the base</div><div>In the pit of our being</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Just knowing this feeling</span></div><div>Is terrifying</div><div>But at least now I know</div><div>Where my heart belongs</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-42511725845358799102014-12-29T16:45:00.001-08:002014-12-29T16:45:55.036-08:00Ignorance of realityI believe there comes a time when we all begin to live, not in a physical existence but in a dream. So attached to ideals that the light is dimmed in reality. Consumed by deamons even attempts of expulsion can't contain. Desires of pleasure and false hope. Imaginary love fooled by loneliness. We cant know love without knowing the existance of immortality and omnipotence. The one true creator of the sky, earth, and of actuality of existence. So we live in these lies. Longing for this falsity. Unaware of our own ignorance to reality.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-71589911867379294122014-12-24T11:50:00.001-08:002014-12-29T20:21:53.833-08:00Presence<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The instant I met you</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Somethingunexplainable </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">changed in me</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You plague my mind</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the best way imaginable<br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My heart whispers your name</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">With magnificent joy<br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Every emotion intensified</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I smile silently in awe</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Of this feeling you evoke in me</span><br></span><div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And this burning feeling </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">in the back of my eyes</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reminds me of love</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And how I choose you </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Ever over comfort</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Because you are my comfort</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Your voice like silk</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Lifting my spirits</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">With every breath I can hear you take</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Your presence like a gift</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That gives me the courage </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">To look fear in the eye</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Calms the anxiety within my mind</span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And strengthens everything good </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That I aspire to be</span></div><div><br></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-54878364324619033112014-12-16T05:47:00.001-08:002014-12-16T05:47:03.094-08:00Sometimes<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">Sometimes we don't understand and sometimes we get overwhelmed. Sometimes life crashes down around our very existence. But in the end the tragedies aren't what make us, they shape us but can never define us. Everyone copes in different ways. And sometimes god answers prayers in mysterious ways. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-78264285227768457242014-11-28T16:32:00.001-08:002014-11-28T16:32:41.059-08:00ForgivenWven when we make mistakes<div>We fallon our face</div><div>Or lose the race</div><div>God still loves us</div><div>And we give him praise</div><div>We live for him and</div><div>He gives us life</div><div>The biggest mistake</div><div>Washed away by the biggest sacrifice</div><div>Forgiven</div><div>Thanks to one man</div><div>And his perfect life</div><div>Blood was shed to dry the tears</div><div>Only to create more</div><div>This time of joy</div><div>And of thanks</div><div>Praise be to Jesus</div><div>For the truest act of love</div><div>Even when we think</div><div>I'm not worth it</div><div>God knows you are</div><div>That's all there is now</div><div>We never know when this story will end</div><div>So just be sure to know</div><div>Deep down in your heart</div><div>Jesus loves you</div><div>And you are forgiven</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-23155325313363642782014-11-28T14:17:00.001-08:002014-11-28T14:17:23.870-08:00The War WithinI'm so confused by you<div>You never seem to make any sense</div><div>It's only truth for a while</div><div>Then you're changed</div><div>Like the scent of the wind</div><div>Its all your girl</div><div>But is it?</div><div>I can't tell if its true</div><div>I would say yes</div><div>But you say no</div><div>I pretty much give up on you</div><div>It's never clear to you</div><div>The way I feel so deeply for you</div><div>So just be</div><div>But over there</div><div>Thats all I have left to say</div><div>If you dont like it</div><div>This pain</div><div>Next time dont lie</div><div>Deal?</div><div>I thought not</div><div>Please dont take the rain when you leave</div><div>I prefer to be in it</div><div>These tears blend in and I claim unconsciousness</div><div>Hopefully it stays with you</div><div>This attitude of pride</div><div>Because its all I can remember of you</div><div>Everything I hated to love about you</div><div>Read your own words</div><div>Take a step back and see the hurt you inflict</div><div>Please stop trying to impress me</div><div>Im not blind anymore</div><div>Im so unenthused</div><div>So little truth in this wound</div><div>Dont flatter yourself </div><div>I cant handle your pride </div><div>I know I'm off key</div><div>I cant fix these things</div><div>Just be in your perfect denial</div><div>I'll be in Jesus love</div><div>Where I know you wont be to hurt me</div><div>You're welcome</div><div>But you're so not</div><div>Good because I do not need your help</div><div>Or do I?</div><div>Forget this</div><div>Like legit</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>**Circa 2010</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-56208829038768304172014-11-28T13:17:00.001-08:002014-11-28T13:17:12.376-08:00Because I said so<span style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 19px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I enjoy writing, Chinese food, social media, babies, oreos, swiss chocolate, COFFEE, marine life, rain, and Gilmore Girls. Completely Obsessed with Jesus, band boys, anything vintage or gold, and hardcore head-banging music. I'm Fascinated by tattoos and dreadlocks but would never get either one. I love to laugh and I'm equally easy to entertain or confuse. I'm laid back with more patience for people than technology. I never sleep, which makes me even more crazy and confused than necessary. I take way too many pictures of myself and I prefer to only buy things on sale. My older brother is my best friend, I trust him more than anyone else on earth. My nick name is Nana, which I like a lot better than Hannah Banana or Hannah Montana. I hate being treated like a child and I hate being told to "live my life" before I get married because whats the point of that without someone by my side? I firmly believe that I do in fact understand now that I'm older and regret being infuriated by that when I was younger. I don't "rebel" because I have the coolest most understanding parents who raised me right from the start. I'm not smart but I sometimes fake it. I google the most random nonsense and clearly like talking about myself. None of my friends live near me, so thats a bummer, but somehow I survive. I'm more desperate for a boyfriend than necessary and I cant wait to have a family of my own. Concerts are my happy place, did I mention my adoration of band boys?!.. Yeah.. That. I don't believe atheists or boring people actually exist. I'm not as innocent as people presume upon meeting me, I'm also not perfect, at all, and I'm also quite annoying. I think people are lovely and that everyone has a story and reason they are the way that they are. It's strange but I love myself the way that I am and I wont change just to fit in. I attend cosmetology school not because "doing hair" is my dream but because providing for myself is. I know people love me but its still a wonderful feeling to be reminded of it. My goal in life is to spread the love of Christ everywhere and to do so in the most extravagant, beautiful fashion possible.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-20526894222484766132014-06-07T20:55:00.001-07:002014-06-07T21:00:43.764-07:00Crush(ed)The fact that we were born with a purpose<br />
A purpose to love<br />
A purpose to dream<br />
Designed to hope<br />
With passionate emotion<br />
We crave daily<br />
Every breath an unlasting moment<br />
Ignorance<br />
Failure<br />
Alone<br />
Crushed<br />
Into tiny pieces<br />
Broken heart<br />
Soul<br />
Missing<br />
Desperate<br />
Gasping for love<br />
Love that has never been known<br />
Feeling deeply<br />
Dying to be<br />
Loss for words<br />
Everything we don't need<br />
Eternal infinities<br />
Heartache remedied<br />
Return to simplicity<br />
Bring peace<br />
Bring love<br />
Bring joy<br />
Joy like butterflies<br />
Joy like you<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-88752309559860799232014-05-26T21:00:00.001-07:002014-05-26T21:00:26.012-07:00Ramblings about The Fault In Our Stars.I decided, after much debate, that I would read the book before seeing the movie. It took a while to decide to actually read the book because I didn't want to 'ruin' the movie. I figured most movies that are based on books wined up being so far removed from the true story and that this one couldn't be much different...<br />
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I can say with much certainty that I was instantly enamored by the honest and sarcastically raw essence of the writing. There was a poetic quality throughout the book that somehow gave me comfort even in the saddest parts. It seems to be an all too true representation of a life with terminal illness; heartbreaking. But yet, that tender, passionate love story was worth all the sadness and bitter fits of honesty in the end. I loved so much that this wasn't your typical love-does-no-wrong, princess-in-fairy-land story. I love that the lovers got angry with each other and still continued to love. I love that there were faults in each character. That the main love interest who, in any fairy-tale-type story, would have been the 'perfect prince charming', was not perfect. He didn't need to be perfect, because, in his imperfection he was perfect, and it was beautiful. <br />
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The abundant use of adjectives was immediately noticeable. I kind of loved that, actually. The wording and ideas behind the phrases reminded myself of my own creative writing style.(Not my jumbled up thoughts here, things people never see. lol) I enjoyed that the author somehow thought similarly to me. There was random observations and connections that anyone with a normal functioning brain would just scratch their heads and roll their eyes too. Although, I liked the way the book was written, I found the style to change approximately midway through the book. There was still a few pockets of that open, poetic, run-on wording but, I found it to be less in the second half. <br />
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There were some aspects of the book I didn't like:<br />
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<li> It seemed like the story moved too quickly. I understand that the connection was meant to be instantaneous, however, I wish there was more. The physical book is thick but its not too long considering the large font and wide margins. </li>
<li>I do wish the kids in the story were, maybe, 2 years older. I think their love would have been slightly more realistic if they had been slightly older. Finding your soul-mate at 16 is pushing it for me.</li>
<li>There was a lot of profanity. For the most part I believe the use of cuss words were justified in context, I just I don't appreciate the use of swears in a typical conversation.</li>
<li>From a christian standpoint-This is not a christian book. There were numerous references to the big bang theory, reincarnation, heaven, after life, etc. While not all these topics are taboo, it was clear the people in the story did not believe the same things I do. Although, these matters of 'beliefs' were handled delicately enough to leave the matter more of a wondrous one and not concrete. If you are only into reading Christian literature, this might not be for you. </li>
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Some may say there is too much pessimism in the story but I think it was less about being disconsolate and more about realizing and accepting the unfairness in life. Which, to be fair, is a beautiful example of how the <i>world is not a wish granting factory. </i><br />
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I can't tell you if I love it or utterly hate it. Like, Hate with a deep fiery burning passion. I think that's the point, though. To love it so much you hate it, or to hate it so much you love it. Or I could be totally wrong, over thinking the whole book, and putting way to much emotion into the ideas laid out in this beautiful story.<br />
Either way; <b>Bravo, Mr. Green.</b><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“That's why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates a adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1406384.John_Green" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">John Green</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/16827462" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">The Fault in Our Stars</a></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1406384.John_Green" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">John Green</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/16827462" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">The Fault in Our Stars</a></i><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901083760876343952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7202905676713554876.post-6910493013027766042014-01-22T17:49:00.000-08:002014-01-22T17:49:08.820-08:00I cant find the words to say<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I don't know why it is so much easier for me to write than speak.</div>
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I think in most of my conversations I sound more like a monkey than a person.</div>
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I get that 'shaking my head' feeling after trying to explain the simplest of things out loud.</div>
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Like there is a missing wire between my brain and my mouth.</div>
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When I write, the words come so much easier.</div>
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I know what I want to say, I just can't say it out loud.</div>
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I think God decided I already talk too much, if I actually made sense, I might never shut up...</div>
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