It’s time we end the disposable culture.
The first disposable items entered our lives at the end of the 19th Century. Generation after generation, these disposable items not only became part of our lives, but changed how we value things and even lives.
The habit of disposing of things has become so common it feels “natural” that we have become a generation that simply discards of.. well, everything! It feels natural to throw whatever we don’t like, whatever is broken, whatever we find useless… The throw-away society was born.
We have substituted nature, replaced the reusable with the disposable. Disposable tableware, paper tissues, nylon bags,.. there’s a…
If you find yourself standing in the shadow, don’t worry at all. There is light nearby.
The darker the shadow gets, the brighter the light source is.
Don’t be afraid! Just step into the light.
You see, we are afraid of stepping into the light because we’ve been told to stay in the shade, to avoid the sun and that the sun was harmful. Then, why do we complain that it’s not bright where we are?
Step into the light!
Turn back toward the light.
YOU are blocking your own light!
And if it is total darkness where you are…
We died with you and rose again;
Feels like we’re floating in space.
But your absence causes great pain,
Though we feel you, we miss your face.
Everything’s different, yet all’s the same;
Everything’s here but you.
Though your face is captured in a frame
We miss your voice, your smile, too.
Though you’re near, you are far
Yet in the wind you sway
Now you dwell among the stars
We will miss you each day.
Dad, Come back
I should be strong
I should not cry
But it’s all wrong
You shouldn’t have died.
Hiding under the shower,
I’m cryin’ my eyes out
Thinking of you every hour
I just want to say it loud:
Dad, I missed you, I still need you
Please come back.
There’s so much we need to do;
We need you back…
Written in 2010
And some nights I do not see the moon
Shinning in the night-sky;
But I know it will be back soon
Because it cannot die.
Though I miss its shy smile
And my soul longs for its energizing glow;
I know I need to wait a while
And it will be back once more.
Written in 2013
I ain’t on drugs, but I smoke cigars
When I take five from playing my guitar.
I puff a Hookah from dawn till dusk
Then I shoot down aliens on my Xbox.
Ain’t no alcoholic, but love’m energy drinks
They keep me up all night chatting to chicks.
Hell, I’m addicted to sex but not as much as TV,
Porn’s second best because it’s free.
My chick’s an addict, too; a shopaholic.
And, you see, I ain’t a workaholic.
But she can’t stop spendin’
The dough I ain’t makin’.
Man, I’m broke, and I feel beat. Those anxiety pills make…
I met an angel
But I had one month to leave
I didn’t want to lose my angel
I felt without him I couldn’t live.
But a demon came between us
It drove us apart.. also didn’t let me part
And the bliss we felt was stolen, alas
And I was left in my angel’s presence
Punished, unable to reunite, unable to breathe.
The month I thought I had,
The month of total bliss,
Became more months of torture and pain
Away from my angel, in the arms of Iblis.
I kept challenging the Devil each day And as I…
Dedicated to my dear friends from the Writer’s Workshop 2009 Lebanon
Writing is our Passion
It’s what brought us together
We chatted and wrote for three days
But soon we had to part our ways.
But we’ll always remember
Those days we spent together
Learning from each other,
Teaching one another.
Hope we’ll always stay in touch
For we have a lot in common
We still have to learn so much
And our skills we should summon:
To write, to tell our stories
To write, to express our sorrows
To write, to demand our rights
To write, to declare our thoughts.
Hope we’ll exploit what we learned,
We’ll use the writing skills that we earned
To attain the dreams for which we yearn.
Written on 20 Apr. 2009
Lay footprints only where no crime was done,
Leave no fingerprints, not a single one
For when the dark falls,
Friends become your foe.
And favors you have done,
May implicate you.
So, be smart and don’t ever leave your prints
Where they are exploited and made to look like sins.
Only leave your marks where they are cherished,
Appreciated and given credit.
When you want to talk to yourself
And make sure you are listening
You stand in front of the mirror
And start thinking and talking.
But…
If you know that you can hear
Whatever you think and say my dear,
You don’t need a mirror to interfere
Between your mind, heart and your ear.
When you want to make sure
That you are pretty, again
You look in the mirror
Every now and then.
But…
If you’re sure you’re pretty
No matter where or when
You won’t look in the mirror
So often.
So my dear friend you see
A mirror cannot be
A friend of thee.
A mirror is a reflection of the past,
A reflection of today, but never can you see a future in it.
The future lies in your minds mirror:
Your Imagination.
Written in 2007
This is just a work of art; not necessarily my views.
Once they asked me to tell Who’s the greatest artist of all As I thought of an answer I began to remember. La Promenade of Monet Da Vinci’s Giaconda, parfait Rembrandt, Van Gogh and others And these are all painters. But I couldn’t think of a better Painter of them all But He who painted nature Spring, summer, winter and fall. Recalling great sculptors From Rafael to David Billings But I’m a true fan of He Who “sculpted” the human being. Who’s the world’s best director Spielberg, Woody Allen…
Anna Kelian
Helping people achieve their fullest potential.
