When Your Horse Falls

Being away from home really gives you a perspective on things, one being the way people act and treat each other. Staying in both hotels and caravan parks, you can really tell what type of people are the free spirits and what ones are the trapped souls.
Being ignored in a small town, and denied the opportunity to hold a conversation with any of our fellow holiday-goers felt wrong. What, you've paid a little bit extra to stay in a hotel with high internet rates and expensive meals, so that makes it okay? hell no it doesn't.
Quite frankly, I'm excited to see you guys in ten years, a baby on the way at 37, a minivan, and "romantic" dinners with your mum and dad. f-u-n.

But honestly? Get off your high horse, you're no better then the rest of us.
Just because you have money right now, doesn't mean you A) know how to spend it and B) will have it in a few months. No one likes a snob, and you girly, are one.

Just ease yourself off that horse and walk like the rest of us.

Kimberley Doreen x

Love Is In the Air

Love is in the air, or is it?

For months now, I have increasingly grown agitated when people declare "I love you" over facebook.
I mean, how romantic?
It's not just that though, this growing trend of declaring our love, has imapacted me in a way that confuses me. We are living in a society, surrounded by children who want to grow-up. We don't want to wait until 18 to smoke or drink, nor do we want to wait until we are ready to love.

It's hard to pipe down and let this carry on. You're fourteen/fifteen, quite frankly, you do not know what love is. For youse who know me, yes, I do not have a boyfriend, let alone have ever dated, but I do not think this matters at all. I'm proud and happy to be a single teen :D

So, what is the true definition of love?
feel tender affection for somebdy
What's my defition of love?
To allow someone into our thoughts and hearts and to be allowed into theirs

Don't lock yourself down. These are our years to be spontaneous and have fun, so why give that up and say "I love you"? enjoy your freedom whilst you can

Kimberley Doreen ;)

Solitude

I always find certain feelings can produce the finest pieces of art.
For me, those feelings can be solitude, contentment and of course the creative bug.
A few days ago, I wrote a poem. I suppose it's quite average, but when you re-read it twenty two times (like I've done) you find there is actually a meaning/story there.

Enjoy, Kimberley Doreen x

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Solitude isn’t a phase

Nor is it an escape

Isn’t a cliché

Just an isolated place

Go there to think

Take a lot of time

Don’t hurry back

To the world that is mine

Down to the beach

Hidden behind the trees

Is where my secret’s kept

Between just you and me

We remain silent

Nobody knows

Only each other

As far as truth goes

One day we’ll hear noise

Coming pretty soon

People here to visit,

Breaking our solitude

Please don't taint our air of truth.

Nothing every remains secret for long.
So why do people even bother? Why not tell the truth to begin with?
Because there are things we don't want to share. We're kind of selfish like that

Today, a secret revealed itself. You could say it made me upset, angry and maybe even embarrassed.
Yet I am glad.
Because I now know what the secret is, and isn't that what we all want to know?
You can say no, but we all know, that as soon as you discover there is secret, temptation will drive you to uncover it.
It's like an irritating bug that can't be squashed. You know, like a mozzie, always biting, leaving you with more reason to kill the bugger.
So I killed the mozzie. And I'm bloody thankful for it

It sucks that my air of truth was tainted. But hopefully by tomorrow, the air we breathe now, has blown by and we are breathing a fresh, new gust.
I know my gust will come, but right now, the air is still...

Nothing remains secret for long
And although the there are two sides to every story, only one is truth.

Was listening to "poisen in our pockets" by Whiltley when writing

Check'em out.

Laters, Kimberley Doreen x