Nothing.

Nothing.

A Poem by Amanda J. S.

I can’t tell you that you are beautiful.

I can’t tell you that your size doesn’t matter.

Why should my, or anyone else’s, opinion matter?

It doesn’t. 

Your opinion is the only one that matters.

Don’t let the society control your emotions.

Or do.

It is your decision.

You can do WHATEVER you want to do.

You can.

Believe me or not:

A rich kid doesn’t have more than a starving child from africa.

Yes,

The rich kid will be able to drive a fancy car

Own a mansion,

And even buy love.

But what is that?

And why does it matter?

We are all the same. 

But not in the way some would think.

We are just all made of the complete same thing:

Energy.

And no, 

I am not gonna come up with the speech about “the secret”.

I am not gonna tell you that you can will things to happen.

That is not possible.

Things are never going be handed over to you.

That is not my point.

My point is,

That everything,

Us, animals, rocks, trees, etc,

Is made of the same thing:

Energy.

Energy that is made into atoms,

Atoms moving in different directions.

And nothing more.

Nothing.

Unless you want it to be more.

Unless you believe that you are something bigger.

That you are more than just a indifferent lump of energy.

That you can do WHATEVER you want to.

That you can make ANYTHING happen.

I’m not going to say that you can.

But I am going to tell you that I do.

I believe that you can.

Not that I’m saying my opinion matters.


I am,

After all,

Just a big lump of energy.


Or am I?

Amanda J. S.

© 2013 Amanda J. S.


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We are all part of the fabric of this little bubble we call Earth. Mother Earth? Is this but an ovum awaiting the appropriate sperm? What sort of being will develop after fertilization? The comet is coming. See its tail wiggling as it seeks its' target.
That's perhaps too abstract.

How about a direct approach?

You are not a rock.
A rock feels no pain.
You were created before the Earth and the Stars.
You are special and unique, as are we all.
All that you can perceive was created for you.
You are more than the sum of your parts.


Come away from "The Edge Of The Abyss", Take my hand.

I like the whimsy of "OR NOT", because I know, that you know.


Posted 7 Years Ago


hmm
nice, thoughtful
liked it


Posted 7 Years Ago


This is... GREAT... I wonder how I would define that but anyways, this piece was plausible that it rendered me to not form any coherent words that I can use as a review. I mean, this was really great, that I can't say anything at all to add to that. Great job~!

100/100 and goes with library too

Posted 7 Years Ago


... nothing more than a big lump of curious, sentimental, exploratory, sentient, stable, ever-changing, self-aware, well-fed, clothed, housed, pampered, guilty, envious, beautiful, silly, gasping, excreting, flowing, mind-bending, outrageous, pretentious, effervescent, insane, intelligent, motivated, melancholy, atavistic, pernicious, sequestered, holy, ever-lasting, ever-loved energy. I submit the piece above as people's exhibit 'A'. Hello, Amanda! Nice to read you again. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh my gosh this is so amazing ! You have a beautiful outlook on life. God bless your mind :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


that's very beautiful ms. energy lump. I believed that if there is something big out there. then its up to us to make an inspiring move.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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not such a big lump...:) i enjoyed this. a nice blend of wisdom and sarcasm

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Amanda J. S.

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