No Heart (Poem)

How do I live when I don’t have a heart

The life I’m living is tearing me apart

How can I get through this terrible day?

Nothing about this makes me want to stay

I’m doing the same thing over for no reason

I originally hoped it’ll only last for a season

All this has done is make me feel numb

But I keep doing it daily, making me dumb

How can I continue living with no heart?

I’ve seem to have lost it, or it fell apart

What a wonderful day, but I choose to waste it

And I wonder why bitter is all I’ve tasted

I wonder if I could ever get lucky again

Because I know this is not exactly the end

I have better choices that I know I can make

But having a heart and drive is what it’ll take

I’ve seem to have lost my will and my heart

And for that reason is why I can’t start

Will I ever be able to just get away

Because none of this make me want to stay

I’ve been there and done with no results

But at least I was able to see and revise my faults

Life can be fun, even I can admit

So, I must have a heart so I can live it

Where has it gone? I keep asking myself why

But to no avail the search has made me cry

Maybe I’m looking in the wrong direction

Or maybe it’s in the mirror, my reflection

I cannot find it, where has it gone?

Maybe I’ll receive it when my race is won

I’m not much of a runner, I can’t keep going

But I’m eager to find my heart is what I’m showing

I think I’ve found it, but not where I expected

Somewhere, internally is where it was detected

I think I am living now that I found my heart

I’ve always had it right from the start

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Just Some Art Advice

Things aren’t going to be perfect right away. We all want it to be perfect on our first try, whether you’re drawing, painting, writing, etc.

This is going to be a charcoal drawing of my friend and her fiance. As you can see it doesn’t look like much right now; it could be me and a character from Doug. All art pieces have to start somewhere; they’re all just lines and shading/ coloring when you think about it.


These are a couple of my first timers as far as oil pastels go. As you can see, I used them like crayons; technically there’s no right or wrong way to do art, but oil pastels weren’t really meant to be used like crayons.

After trial and error, I was better able to use the oil pastels in this drawing.


Before

After

Remember, you can’t expect the first line, the first stroke, the first word, first whatever you’re doing to be the same as your outcome of the piece you’re working on. Just work through it and see where it takes you. That’s the beauty of art.

9 Signs You Should (maybe) Quit Your Job Now

9 Signs You Should (Maybe) Quit Your Job Now


I didn’t type this but I really felt I can relate to a lot of those signs. My job isn’t a bad job and I love my bosses and some of my co-workers but I’ve outgrown a customer service oriented job. 😖 I’m an introvert by nature and I’m forced to be around strangers five days out of the week; it’s detrimental to my mental health. It’s helped me grow as a person during the first few years but I’ve learned all I can and now I’m just stuck doing the same thing with no interest in climbing the ladder. I do hope to do something I love for a living; I know there will be days that aren’t favorable but I want to enjoy what I do.