Contents of Conversation...

No one will warn you,
Of the contents of conversation.

Words can sneak up on you,
Delivering news of uncertainty.

It was just one time,
Will I be a good mother?


He kissed me.
He kissed me.


I don't think this will work,
You've changed.


How can I do better?
You're fired.


What do you think I should do?
I'm sorry.


I love you.
I miss you.
I hate you.


Please stay.
Just leave.


If words could break,
We've broken them.

If cliché of speech could only be taken by ingenuity,
Words, go forth, cut like a two-edged sword.
Comfort and hold me with sincerity.

If only the contents of conversation would break the mold,
Of last night TV shows,
And the way the clouds change shape.

Bring life to your words,
Passion to your speech,
And death to stereotype once and for all.

Written By: Jillian Saldana

REMEMBER!!!

So my last day of being twenty years old, I created a list of things I learned.  I found that list today; and it seems my twenty year old self has taught my twenty-four year old self a lesson.  Thank you God...I hope you find a few things true as well and hold onto them...

20 THINGS I HAVE LEARNED THE PAST 20 YEARS...


1.  REMEMBER THAT GODS ARMS ARE NOT TO BIG TO HOLD ME.


2.  REMEMBER THAT I WASN'T CREATED TO FIT IN, BUT RATHER STAND OUT!


3.  REMEMBER THERE'S NO TIME LIMIT ON GOD'S LOVE FOR ME.


4.  REMEMBER THAT GOD IS THE ONE WHO CAN MAKE A WAY, WHEN THERE IS NO WAY!


5.  REMEMBER, DON'T IMITATE THOSE IN THE WORLD WHO CARE NOTHING FOR MY SOUL, GIVE MYSELF TO GOD, AND HE WILL GIVE ME THE LOVE I'M LOOKING FOR.


6.  REMEMBER THAT MY REAL BEAUTY IS A WORK OF ART-IT'S HAND CARVED BY GOD.


7.  REMEMBER TO TRUST GOD WITH MY TROUBLED HEART, AND WATCH HIM DO WONDERS FOR ME IN THE MIDST OF THE HOTTEST FLAMES.


8.  REMEMBER THAT THOSE I LOVE, ULTIMATELY BELONG TO GOD, NOT ME.


9.  REMEMBER THATGOD WILL USE MY PAST TO CARVE INTO MY CHARACTER EVERYTHING I NEED FOR THE HERE AND NOW.


10.  REMEMBER...DON'T WASTE MY TIME FIGHTING THE WRONG BATTLES.


11.  REMEMBER EVERY CHOICE I MAKE IS A SIGNIFICANT CHORD IN AN ETERNAL ARRANGEMENT.


12.  REMEMBER THAT MY LOVED ONES NEED ME MORE THAN ANY MATERIAL THING.


13.  REMEMBER...THIS LIFE IS NOT A DRESS REHEARSAL,IT'S THE REAL THING, AND GOD TRAINS ME THROUGH THESE TESTS TO TRUST HIM.


14.  REMEMBER TO LET MY WARDROBE REVEALS GOD'S SPIRIT, RATHER THEN MY FLESH.


15.  REMEMBER THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE ME AS PERFECTLY AS GOD DOES.


16.  REMEMBER THAT PEOPLE NEED LOVE THE MOST, WHEN THEY DESERVE IT THE LEAST.


17.  REMEMBER TO GIVE GOD MY AGENDA, TO CHANGE IT FROM ORDINARY TO EXTRAORDINARY.


18.  REMEMBER I MUST BECOME THE KIND OF FRIEND I DESIRE TO HAVE.


19.  REMEMBER TO LET GO OF THE PART OF MY HEART THAT ONLY GOD CAN HEAL, LET GOD HOLD ME WHILE I CRY.


20.  AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST...I KNOW SOMETIMES I DONT FEEL LOVEABLE, BUT I DON'T HAVE TO EARN GOD'S AFFECTION, HE ADORE'S ME... 

A Place Between Rock and Classical

Listening to two different melodies,
Both intercepting their way through the crowded mind of a girl,
Whose life has been the chateau of misplaced dreams and heaps of lies.

Even in her attempt of seeking peace,
She scorches her skin in the sun.
Beads of sweat slowly make their way down her face to her strained neck.

It's as though all eyes are on her,
Entranced by the girl with the pen.
All wonder why she's seated alone in the sun of a shaded nook.

Her eyes glance around,
Looking to see if anyone's stares or blatant judgments will distract her from her writing.

She's envious of the young girl,
Who frolics and splashes in the fountain next to her.
She hopes water will reach her skin to cool her off.

Instead the heat covers her table,
Her hair blows without apology and her pen doesn't seem to stop.
Having a mind of its own,
It glides across the journal of nonsense thoughts.

Could she be like the girl splashing in the water?
Not caring if the canvas of her coral tennis shoes will soon fade?
Can she be like the girl?
Her hair whipped across her face, painted across her rouged cheeks.

Could she in the future enjoy her day,
Enough to appreciate the breezes which turn her pages.

Written By:
Jillian Saldana