I can’t believe I thought that I was important in your life when I’m not. I know it was wrong for me to do so, but I just couldn’t help it. I can’t make myself believe that I don’t mean anything to you; but obviously, through the way you’re acting and seeing how you act towards others, I’m learning to face the truth: I’m not significant in your life.

What can I say? I’m a good observer. I see the way you treat others. After all, we are connected. I have an idea of what’s happening in your life.

    Let’s start with Spring. Oh you just love Spring, don’t you? When he’s the one who compliments you, you blush; flushing your leaves with lovely apples. You giggle at his simplest jokes and you like the way he tickles your leaves. When he’s not noticing you, you make a habit of trying to catch his attention to start a conversation. When he goes away, you’d anxiously wait for his return. You’d endure the rest of the year just because you want to see him again. You believe that you can’t live without him; what a lucky guy. 

Just when I think you’d get over him, Summer comes. Not that you love the heat, but you do love the way people adore you. They come to you for shade, and praise you for being the perfect place to have a picnic under. You crave for the attention they give you. You always want to be noticed by others through how beautiful you are, or how useful you can be. All through this weather, I’m the one who’s there trying my best to keep you hydrated; but even so, you don’t notice me. I’m not acknowledged. 

 Then Autumn comes, and you’re just depressed. Your leaves, once beautiful, fall every time you cry, and here’s the reason: the only person with you, now, is me. I don’t get it, really. We used to be happy together. I took care of you and you took care of me. You used to smile a lot, and that always made my day. We used to have the best conversations, though shallow, but we didn’t mind. You used to be sweet and thoughtful, but now, you treat me as if we never had a history. I’m trying my best, but you don’t notice anymore because you’re preoccupied with wanting other people’s attention. I just don’t know what happened.

When Winter comes and you’ve lost all your happiness, you become so cold; as cold as the weather. I’m wearing my brain out to find out what I did to make you act like this to me. I’m really confused. We barely talk now, even when I try to start a conversation. I thought we’d be happy together; I guess I just assumed. In the white, barren environment, we act as if we’re strangers. It’s so awkward to speak to you now. This sucks.

Oh how I wish that you would read this and finally know how I feel; but then again, how could you? I’m just the root underground that you would never bother to love. I’m that insignificant to you.

*This is fictional*

I wrote this on the third of July (07-03-12), hence the title.

Just felt really compelled to write during that rainy Tuesday evening. It is, by far, the longest one I’ve written. Please do read, like and reblog! Enjoy! :)

Third of July

The rain falls hard

crashing overhead.

Hear drizzling sounds;

lying on my bed.

A phone lights up.

From eyes, water bled.

Thinking of you

and what you just said

Third of July,

almost the next day.

Up and kicking.

So needless to say,

wide, I’m awake;

thoughts fading away.

Transitioning

to those yesterday.

You, this is for,

and you know it too.

Things left unsaid,

but feelings so true.

Heart turning red

from when it was blue.

In this cold, fire

is burning for you.

I want to speak

the words to your ear

inside a place

where only you hear.

Can’t find the strength

because of my fear.

I cannot speak.

Can’t even go near.

That’s why I write.

I write ‘til I bleed.

Pen and paper

is all that I need

to make you see

words mouthed in my deed,

and make you feel

my soul as you read.

In this game, love,

I am not so keen,

but I do say

the words that I mean.

I won’t hold back.

To God I will lean

for the guidance

to make you my queen.

THE (SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS
For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever
You’re doing and take this opportunity! Let’s see if Satan
Can stop this.

… THE
(SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS

At the age of 33,
Jesus was condemned to death .

At the time
Crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst
Criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was
Even more dreadful for Jesus, unlike
Other criminals condemned to death by
Crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the
Cross by His hands and feet.

Each nail
Was 6 to 8 inches long.

The nails
Were driven into His wrist. Not
Into His palms as is commonly
Portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that
Extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew
That when the nails were being hammered into the
Wrist that tendon would tear and
Break, forcing Jesus to use His back
Muscles to support himself so that He could
Breath.

Both of His feet
Were nailed together. Thus He was forced to
Support Himself on the single nail that
Impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could
Not support himself with His legs because of the pain
So He was forced to alternate between arching His
Back then using his legs just to continue to
Breath. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the
Suffering, the courage.

Jesus endured this
Reality for over 3 hours.

Yes,
Over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of
Suffering? A few minutes before He died,
Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water
From his wounds.

From common images
We see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound
To His side… But do we realize His wounds
Were actually made in his body. A hammer
Driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped
And an even large nail hammered through the arches, then a
Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But
Before the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped and
Beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the
Flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His
Face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The
Crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men
Would not have survived this torture.

”

He had no more blood
To bleed out, only water poured from His
Wounds.
The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters
(just less than a gallon) of blood.

Jesus poured all 3.5
Liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His
Members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond
That, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His
Chest..

All these without
Mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own
Cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his
Face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight,
Only for its higher part, where His hands were
Nailed).

Jesus had
To endure this experience, to open the
Gates of Heaven,
So that you can have free
Access to God.

So that your sins
Could be “washed” away. All of them, with no exception!
Don’t ignore this situation.

JESUS
CHRIST DIED FOR YOU!

He died for you! It
Is easy to pass jokes or foolish photos by e-mail, but
When it comes to God, sometimes you feel ashamed to forward
To others because you are worried of what they may think
About you.

God
Has plans for you, show all your friends what He experienced
To save you. Now think about this! May God bless your
Life!

60
Seconds with God…

For the next 60
Seconds, set aside what you’re doing and take
This opportunity! Let’s see if Satan can stop
This.

All you have to do
Is:

1. Simply
Pray for the person who sent this message to
You:

2. Then, send this
Message to people.. The more the better.

3. People will
Pray for you and you will make that many people pray to God
For other people.

4. Take a
Moment to appreciate the power of God in your life, for
Doing what pleases Him.

If you are not
Ashamed to do this, please, follow Jesus’ instructions.
He said (Matthew 10:32 & 33): “Everyone therefore
Who acknowledges me before others, I also will acknowledge
before My Father in heaven; but whosoever denies Me
before others, I will deny before my Father in heaven.”