This is just something inspirational I wrote about the things i would also say to myself when i was diagnosed with depression and anxiety...no one knew what battle i was fighting so i fought it myself. I was strong
His life was terrible. He couldn't tell the overwhelming bad from the trickle of good. 24 hours felt like 24 years. Going to school and coming back was jumping through hoops all by its own. George persevered, if only for his sake, until things became increasingly dire. Breathing air was hardly better than six feet of dirt and a tombstone. But things changed. After 14 years, George finally believed.
In dedication to Dementia Awareness Week, Find Your Partner is a romantic, short story based in the 1960's. An elderly man recalls a teenage romance, which started in Middlesbrough's Astoria dance hall and after a series of dates flourishes into devotion for one another. Thir blossoming romance is trimmed away however, as the boy leaves unannouced on a seven month voyage around the world with the merchant navy. Realising his the scale of his mistake, he spends the journey depressed and down trodden, her absence leaves him sick to the core. When he returns, will she be there for him?
"Imagine...A Better World" is intended as a critique of global society and the development processes we have adopted so far. Though there is no denying that there have been remarkable advances made in a variety of areas, it aims to draw our attention to some of the adverse after-effects. Furthermore, there are graphic descriptions of how large sections of our society have been left untouched by whatever development has taken place. Therefore, there is an ‘unfinished agenda’. It raises a series of haunting questions. How to reach the fruits of development to the rural poor, the underprivileged, the physically handicapped, the female child? How to ensure that what passes for development is not achieved at the expense of nature and the environment? How to organise popular movements for the restoration of values and genuine peace in society?
More Than a Memory and Less Than a DreamWritten by Brandon BrawnerLet these words help you carry on You blew out the light, So the end could begin;You told me good night, I won’t see you again. The power of your memory,Held the key to rescue me;And the love that we shared,Was the force that set me free;From a changing world I did not knowIt illuminated the darkness that shadowed my soul. When I realized you had gone, A part of me had died;In the morning when I awoke,You were no longer by my side. I can still hear the echo, That you left behind;It carried with it your love for me,And whispered to me goodbye. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. I feel you walking beside me,I believe that you are here;In my heart you speak to me,As I mourn you with my tears. Because you left a love in me,That carries life within its seed;Within this love you carry on,Never to fade or truly be gone. I hear the quiet whispers,As the wind carries you home;The closest you can come to me,So I won’t feel alone. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. Through this change I will find,A part of me I left behind;With your strength I will gain,A way to overcome the pain. Each and every day that goes by,The sun will set and the moon will rise.And it’s in this rhythm that l find,A reason to live the rest of my life. I hear the song your spirit sings,It soars in perfect harmony;You’ve become a part of everything,As more than a memory and less than a dream. © Brandon Brawner May 22, 2005
This book is divided into many different pains. Heartache, love, lust, anger. Poems for the few is written for everyone to read and only for the few that understand. It takes the reader through every bit of journey that life has to offer whether it be through the love of a mother or the heartache of a significant other.
To The Rainbows EdgeWritten by Brandon Brawner Gone today to the journeys end,Enduring the pains of separation;On your feet and up the path,The futures near - it’s close at last. Sing to the dawn of new destinations,Forgetting the dream of past salvation;But just a moment ago,I tried to see,A glimpse inside an ancient me. So I journey to the rainbows edge,The higher path I take instead;To become a vision,Seen and gone;As I journey to the close beyond. What were the pictures,The looking glass holds;And what are the legends,That were never told? How can it end,If it didn’t begin;How can I shape,The current I swim? I cannot remember when,No I cannot remember when…But just a moment ago,A simple shining,Moment ago. So I journey to the rainbows edge,The higher path I take instead;To become a vision,Seen and gone;As I journey to the close beyond. Reach out and touch me,Give me your hand;Walk as this moment,Become the command. In the silence I begin to fall,Surrendering to eternity’s call.You search for me - But I am here,Above the dream - And in the clear. It’s my truth that makes me wander,Outward bound I go;A thought to think and ponder,A syllabus to know. So I journey to the rainbows edge,The higher path I take instead;To become a vision,Seen and gone;As I journey to the close beyond. The golden horizon inspires,The portrait I create;While wandering silently through,The labyrinths of this fait. And in this heaven there is no hell,Be careful lest you break the spell;The dream is illusion,Let go of it’s word —And fly like an echo,Let tomorrow be heard. Deep in the hearts of dreams we feel,We never dreamt it could be so real.But just a moment ago,We lived in a story;But just a moment ago,We triumphed in glory. So I journey to the rainbows edge,The higher path I take instead;To become a vision,Seen and gone;As I journey to the close beyond. Our life was like the picture on the wall,Old and dusty and ready to fall;An outdated world is what it had become,In silencing truth and distant wisdom. We never saw it pass us bye,We never heard the mountain cry;Our eyes were shut we did not see,The imagination we should be, But just a moment ago,The story went on;But just a moment ago,We heard a new song. It drifts in a breath of the mightiest winds,A fiery journey;We may now —Live to begin! So I journey to the rainbows edge,The higher path I take instead;To become a vision,Seen and gone;As I journey to the close beyond. © 2004 Brandon Brawner
As you read this,you find out about a boy named Casen who grew up with no good parenting to guide him.He grows up with bad habits and renters a crazy lifestyle.As this happens he starts to hate life and becomes mad.But he goes away from his past and finds a different way of living.
Your Dreams Will Never FallWritten by Brandon Brawner When you dare to dream a different life,Your journey has begun;Step your feet upon the path,And walk into the sun. Shadows of doubt you cast away,To know that you will be;The purest form that exists for you,The breath of harmony. Search inside yourself to know,The power that you need;Transform from thought to reality,As you manifest your dreams. Your dreams will never fall from you,Your power will not die;Your heart is there to guide you through,The creation of your life. The journey makes us stronger,Gaining wisdom every day;We see a vision of a better world,And tomorrow is the way. You struggle through the challenges,You conquer all your fears,You step into a world of light;And shed a joyous tear. You have finally come to know,What is means to live;Wielding the fullness of your soul,You have a gift to give. Your dreams will never fall from you,Your power will not die;Your heart is there to guide you through,The creation of your life. It’s your passion that has brought you,Through the struggle you have made;Your transformation ebbs within,A chrysalis of change. Never lose the hope you had,You must always look ahead;Never settle for what is told,And dare to dream instead. Your dreams will never fall from you,Your power will not die;Your heart is there to guide you through,The creation of your life. © Brandon Brawner May 21, 2005