2016 is going to be the year I read all the Colleen Hoover books. Colleen Hoover’s signature on every book she’s written (at least the ones I’ve read that she’s written) is always a tragic twist to some of the characters who least deserve it. There are never happy endings to her stories–there will always be someone for whom it didn’t work out. This book is the same, but I’m not complaining, I really enjoyed it.
4 stars out of 5
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As children we believed they hit home runs or scored game winning touchdowns.
Lying in bed wearing Spiderman pajamas, I heard the hard crack of my father’s belt strike my mom.
Feeling nothing like a hero , I squeezed a pillow around my head to drown out her cries.
The next day, in an empty playground behind school, Lisa Barelli read my teacher’s note informing my father I slept during class.
She pointed at her notebook full of butterfly drawings. “Maybe you’re mother wants to be a butterfly like me.”
“Nobody hurts butterflies.” A tear streaked down her round cheek. “Nobody calls them fat.”
My eyes swelled with burning tears.
Someone laughed. “Andrew wants to kiss the fat girl.”
Jumping to my feet, I stood face to face with the thick chin of the school bully.
I responded in a firm, but diplomatic whisper, “That wasn’t nice.”
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Dark thoughts rollicked in my mind –
ones that created such havoc inside.
They kept me moaning and awakening –
murmuring all throughout the night.
Quiet! I would cry; shutting my eyes
but to no avail, since dark thoughts
do as they please and never compromise.
The next morning, the sky was clear,
but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.
Taking a breath so deep, it reached
down into my very being and took grasp
of the misery, the dankness, and the duress.
I exhaled with all my might and watched
as those portentous thoughts spilled out.
Nowhere to go, they floated to the sky
where they stare like ominous specters –
wishful and waiting to come back inside.
Whether an assassin have any rights
And a solider has to be killed in a fight
what is the worth of a prostitute’s kiss
a homeless death, will the world miss
Is killing a animal daft and cruel
If you don’t eat meat, are you a fool
Porn and naked bodies to admire
Burning green live wood in a fire
Leaves have souls when they are green
Why screaming profanities is obscene
Life’s cruel realities in a blink
Strange, inane thoughts I think
February 10, 2016
There are several tenets behind this blog. One of the main ones which is usually in the afterword of each post that has been penned within the landscape of this blog concerns individuals being cognizant of the choices they make, and realizing that theyhave more choices available than they oft-realize.
Every day, we make hundreds [if not thousands] of choices. Most of these choices are done on auto-pilot.
Examples of these are if a light turns red, you stop. Or if you’re hungry, you eat. Fairly straight forward.
With that said, many of these choices that many people don’t notice go on subconsciously. Dr. Bruce Lipton Ph.D essentially calls these subconscious programs. There are a myriad of ways in which these can play out, but for now, let us narrow the focus.
We are going to focus on just a handful of…
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