Ringgren

Love... Is an amazing feeling, and one of few that fills your heart and soul with joy. The smile that tugs at your lips when you see the one you love coming towards you. The light you recognize in their eyes, that tells you all you need to know. Love can intoxicate and confuse, and it is a feeling like no other. Love has no malice or jealousy. Love is unconditional and compassionate and humans are extremely blessed to have something like this in their possession. Sadly, many mistreat it and neglect the fact that love also takes work. In this day and age, it has become increasingly easier to just give up on a relationship instead of working at it, making the love last a lifetime. There are plenty of examples in the world, of love lasting and relationships standing the test of time. So why is it that our current generation gives up so easily? I have yet to come to an understanding of this. I am a passionate woman, and someone who loves without judgment. I have experienced an all-...

"Shadows fill an empty heart, as love is fading. From all the things that we are, but are not saying. Can we see beyond the scars, and make it to the dawn?" ~ Chris Daughtry Have we really lost our humanity? So much so, that we would walk past a person that clearly needs help. If we see a person on the ground and they looks like he/she passed out, was scared or sad, can we really not find it in ourselves to help? Are we afraid to let other people know that we have compassion? I really can't understand what the problem is. It doesn't take much to grab your phone and call for an ambulance, check if the person is breathing and have a pulse, or ask if they want you to call someone. It's not a shame to want to help others, in fact it's one of the most important human interactions. Being there for your fellow man, why is that so hard to understand? My brother once called an ambulance for one of his friends who had heart palpatations and she was extremely ...

I find my inspiration in lyrics and the mood of a song. I let the emotions wash over me till I find a place where I feel creative. I also tend to draw from personal feelings, conveying small moments in time. Places I have struggled to find peace with. In this way I can work through my own unresolved issues, by writing small stories that perhaps resonate in my readers as well. ~ Grace Broken promises and broken dreams. Pieces of a broken heart strewn across the floor. The darkness consuming everything, knowing that happiness' light is too weak to shine. Without suffering there can be no compassion, yet the heart will always feel weaker in pain. It takes more than a promise, to mend what is broken. Even the sun feels bleak, and the wind feels unrelenting. When is the right time to get back on track, and where do you find the strength? The memories of piercing lies, waltz back into the mind. Nothing can wash away sins past, yet the heart can be mended. No it do...