Endure

To the invisible friends. 
 Dear Journal, 

The writing comes hard. And "Backspace" is getting hit a little too often. Have I forgotten what it's like to enjoy blogging? Has the glorious magic of pouring my quirks out onto the web page become distant and dry? Likely. 

Life is a sort of strange place to be in. On one hand, it is very dull. On the other hand, it has it's sharp edges. Things prick and pin until you feel all pinched up and numb inside. 

But laughter and light still take place in a glorious dance. Smiles and hugs and whispers that say "Stop worrying silly---it'll be alright. Trust me". 

"Trust me."

Oooh. Harsh words. They seem so innocent and simple. Harmless and soft. Who could have foreseen the way that they would haunt you like a fading nightmare (you know, the ones that you wake up from, forgetting what happened in them but sill knowing that something bad had taken place). 

Tread ever so carefully. Don't crack the eggshells that your toes are on. Keep a sharp eye and a listening ear. Tell yourself to shut up every once in a while, and then think before you speak. 

So don't stop loving sunlight, moonlight, starlight, or the streetlight. Don't sit quietly when you can dance and sing. Smile because there is good to love and to fight for, and not because you're hiding something. 

And trust in faith. Trust in hope. Be a big fan of both. 

Faith, Hope, and Love,
(because they endure)
Kismint

Kingdom Come || The Civil Wars

What if you had the power to wipe away a time of ruin, at the cost of destroying a ruined time? Would you do it? Would you beg, steal and murder for a fresh start and a new beginning? Would you see the destruction around you and crave a utopia in its place? 

All things come with a price tag. To eat the fruit is to die by its poison. 

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This evening I got some new ideas to chew on that were partly spawned from listening to this song and watching The Hunger Games. 
It's official now guys: I'm now hyping myself up for Catching Fire. Coming out on November somethingth-or-other. As afore mentioned in some of my more recent posts, my writerly inspiration hasn't exactly been faring well. It's not exactly writer's block, instead, it's more of a "wait a minute, why do I even like to write stories anyhow" feeling of apathy.
Yeah...writer's apathy. That's what it is.
Of course, writer's apathy is something entirely different than that of blogger's apathy. Blogger's apathy is like when you sit in bed at night with you mechanical pencil and cutesy notebook, trying to decide what to journal about---and coming up with absolutely nothing because your life is a place of boredom. Writer's apathy is when you decide to try to place a plot on paper and bend it into proper readable form...only to find that the entire process is much longer, more complicated, and downright HARD to do. Side effects may include less habitual reading and frequent addictions to BBC TV series.
They say that to write a book, you have to love your story so much that you're willing to go through the boring mud and muck that makes up ninety percent of authoring (or authorship?). If that's the case, I guess I'm still waiting for my big brainstorming break.

So many ideas...so few conclusions...and absolutely zero finished products.

Yay. Apathy.

Unfolding the Act

You see that girl over there?
 ---Uh huh, the one in the corner with the smile on her face. She's one of them. One of the ones who knows the ropes. Everyone sees the confidence she carries around with her, and the way that she's able to use it as a mask. They don't think she's a hero. They just think she's good at what she does: faking. And that's admirable around here. 
Most of these people can see right through you, but they take into account just how cleverly you hide the burden on your back. You're judged on your stage performance. You're loved for the brilliance of your finest masquerade. And hey, don't worry---it'll get easier to act as time goes on. Sooner or later, you'll be a whiz at it. Just like that girl who I was talking about. 

The girl who gets all the applause for being everything she isn't.

* * *

Being around people makes me inquisitive about their mindsets. I like to explore what goes on in the noggin. That's where the inspiration for this short soliloquy came from. It's sad to think about how many people who are considered friends and acquaintances, and yet have never known the feeling of being real with someone. 

Be ready people: There are so many hearts to be unfolded in this world. Kind of like doing the laundry in reverse. 

Nighty-night,

K-Minty

Cake to Camo

Reason to respect Peeta: He's an artist too. 

Lesson to be learned: Take a cake decorating class.

Enough To Let Me Go || Switchfoot

This song pretty much hits home in one of those beautifully painfully irriatating ways.

As them cool kids say these days: *ALL MY FEELS*

Here's to the coming week,

K-Minty

PS: Don't you just hate it when a tiny crumb of food gets stuck underneath your laptop key and makes it all impossible to type that particular character??

"The Hope"

Here I iz, wanted to write you a goofy short story, but unaware of where that story might lead. Ya'know, I haven't exactly been Kismint the Writer lately. More like Kismint the Arteest. And although I've yet to get my act together and do my lil' "doodle for google" projectomundo, I have been drawing and preparing work for an art fair of sorts (to be hosted at my home school co-op, if you were a-wondering).

That aside, and pushing away the fact that an Arteest generally finds him or herself with a surprising lackage of words and phrases, it is nearly midnight and I can feel a rush of that weird introverted-wordplay that comes into the mind when dreams and reality combine.

And dude, I am master at run-on sentences.

---

"The Hope"
by kismint plinkadink

We peer within our hearts that melt so easily in other's hands
And wonder at the darkest stains that show such evil plan
For darkness doth abide well there, in mortal's twisted soul
That even when the good combines, the dark shall take such toll

But fear not, fret not, faceless friend, who's worry tarry nigh
For Savior came to take the load brought fourth by you and I
It was our sin he bore therein, on tree in bloody death
And when the last of all it came, He said in dying breath:

"Father forgive them, they know not of how they have you wronged
Please father do not flee from them, but leave sin as bygone"
His peels echoed in the towns, and curtain did he tear
And trembled did the townsfolk, in Holy Spirit's affair

"It is finished.", Whispered He, then end announced to come
And gone was that: the strife of man; the burden left and done
An end to that which kept us from the righteous robes we wore
And hindered us from entering the glorious Heaven's door

For after death and dreary end of Son of God and Man
Did Savior rise from tomb and gave to give a final stand
Christ had wakened from the shadow of gloomy palace walls
And risen now He walked among them, triumphant over all

"I am with you.", Assured He, as ascending to the sky
And watched by lambs that were His own, he left a living light
The light that now is offered you, to keep in your own heart
That causes fear to flee from you, and victors over dark 

---

With much love and many-a-dash of randomness,
K-Minty

Not much. 'Nuff said.

Oh. Hi.

I'd like to start this post off by telling you that if you sat back and watched a single day of my life from start to finish and happened to pick February 19, 2013, you would be horrifically board.
I mean really REALLY board.
*headdesk*
I. Have. No. Life.

That aside, Anthem Lights = da bomb.
(Yes Lauricia, I wholeheartedly join you and the rest of the Lightbulbs. ;)

Not very recent, but I seriously love this mash-up. I basically have it on repeat.

Ooh...And the Avatar, The Last Airbender series. I should mention those.
Funny---I'm not a fan of many cartoons. And I don't really get anime (although drawing it is fun). But this innocent little cartoon series is rather hilarious. Albeit, it takes a while to really warm up to it, but after you do warm up to the series, you really can't stop watching them.
 Airbending rocks the world. 

The conclusion of this meaningless post: Tuesdays are very, very slow days.

Things should pick up tomorrow.

>_>