Thoughts about blogging & written words

Well I’m a lazy blogger, sometimes i write a lot and sometimes i don’t write anything for  long time.
It’s not that i don’t have anything to say, i just express myself in other ways, which i have been thinking about a lot.
What if i never had a blog; would it change something?

I have always thought that blogging is a easy way to express feeling and thoughts.
I express myself better in a written word, then trying to talk.
Even if I can talk myself out of a lot things.

But to my point, without a blog and diaries (yepp i have a diary too)
i would have been bottling every feeling inside.
Maybe the blog has made me social? Helping me release those bottled up feelings.
Or maybe it stole my subjects? Making me too lazy to talk em thru with people.
I think i might have been thinking thru some things before saying them out loud; thanks to my blog, which is a Really good thing.

But then again, thats the dangers of a blog.In seconds you can send out a uncensored thought.
It can cause quite a lot of harm.
But it’s also the beauty of places like twitter, it’s free and easy.

So even if i have blogged for the last years only nonsense and i have way too many blogs.
It’s ben fun and helping..
..in a way.

Learning korean part 3 – Some common kpop words

So i stubled up on this and i thought i’d give it a go and try listening after them as i could maybe learn one or two of them:

Words we always hear from KPop songs

Poem from the dead

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

it’s a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

It’s often used as memorial speech/cards etc.

There is a lot of diffrent versions of this poem going around..

I found it in my Grandmas poem collection, she wrote a lot of beautiful poems in her notebook so she could remember them.

I might try to translate some of them someday(the ones who are in finnish).

This is the finnish (the one my grandma wrote down) one:

“Älä seiso haudallani ja itke,
sillä en ole siellä, en nuku.

kuljen tuhansina tuulina
säihkyn hangen timanteissa,
kypsän viljan tähkäpäässä.
Olen syksyn hellä sade,
kun nouset aamun sarastukseen,
lähetän linnut taivaaliselle lentoradoilleen.
Olen yön tähdet ja niiden pehmeä hehku.

Älä seiso haudallani ja itke,
En ole siellä, en ole kuollut.”

Ramblings from the ground level

From the top of the hill,
you fell all the way down.

You had never grown far from the tree,
and you where their pride and glory.

But just a small sweet whisper from the snake,
turned your gaze away.

Now your so much bigger,
yet so much less.

-MStatic

Fading reality

I have watched so many dreams passing besides me, i never even lifted a finger.

I never tried to jump on them, I always thought i couldn’t catch them anyway.

But now I’m trying, I’m trying for you and i cant stop wondering would it be easier if i would have tried before.

I keep thinking it will be all right, even when the walls start crumbling on us.

But I’m gonna make it, I’m gonna make you proud.

-MStatic-

Inspiration:

Watching the bright star passing me.

I keep dreaming,
I keep wishing.
Whispering promises to myself,
Realizing this might be my only chance.

-MStatic-

Memories remain in our hearts

I found those old photographs again, they remind me of all the good things.

All the frustration i have had vanished seeing our smiles.

The moments i treasurred but forgot in my own melancholy.

Even if i yesterday told you i hated it all i now realize i don’t regret a thing.

I would trade 5 years for one year with you guys!

Spurr of the moment words

You spread your wing, like you own this place.

You give me look of ownership.

I obey your wishes just so I can betray you at the last moment.

I don’t like you and neither do you like me.

You are just becoming a stranger

I don’t enjoy that time anymore, those moments i treasured are shadowed.

Your sword cut me so deep that even if it healed it stings every time i see you.

Answering only the questions that please you, only doing actions that help you.

Becoming something entirely different, one of a kind moster.

I got so many bones to pick with you; That i don’t even know where to throw the first stone.

Making promises that you’ll surely break.

You forget that we will forget you by  the time you wish to come here.

You are becoming a stranger.

Hurt

When you keep reminding yourself.

When your stuck on that same thought.

When everything else is changing.

When you thought you wouldn’t care.

You’re hurt.