LOVE REMINDER
BY ERIC DARSIE
Once upon a certain time, we were told to love one another if we want to follow JESUS CHRIST. For me, it was a checkpoint, I would continue in the pain if I truly love my men. Then a promise I had to make with myself. A promise to CHRIST as well, and that’s to love my men like I love GOD.
Dear Love,
Why do you suck?
It seems like when I try towards you,
I always get burned.
The madness always comes thorough,
It always begins each time I get rid of you.
Could you do me a favor,
Please,
And just leave me…
For good?
A hard promise that I need to maintain. Oh LORD, my GOD, I need YOU now. I made a promise to myself, but more importantly to YOU. Why is it hard for me to let go fully and rely on what is true, which is YOU?
Dear Myself,
Why don’t you surrender everything to HIM?
It would be that much easier for you,
Really!
I know things aren’t going your way lately,
But do you think GOD has something to do with it?
I bet HE does!
Then just simply shift control over…
BABY!
“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” Easier said than done, but why? I cannot wrap my mind around it! Why is our human nature so idiotic? And why I have to question every single thing?
Dear Mind,
Why do you question everything?
Why did you let philosophy corrupt your mind?
It would be much easier, you see,
If we all quit questioning everything that comes our way, right?
Then why don’t we do that than?
Once I surrender it all to God above, life would be simpler. Yes, I will go through some hard times, like now, but I need to remind myself that if I truly love my men, I will go through this heart-ache and all these troubles for them. Do so, and love them. Fulfill the promise you made, to yourself, and to GOD.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Mi Dacie—A Non Fiction Story Turned Fiction
Mi Dacie—A Non Fiction Story Turned Fiction
When I walked off the metal bird, I stepped into a sea of humidity, and I easily stood out like a sore thumb, but being the inverse of all the naturals. One of the weirdest feelings is coming in on a rollercoaster and stopping on a bumpy, dusty, redish-brown dirty snow called African sand as a driveway for all metal birds. Walking into the airport from the all-dirt landing strip where we landed (by chance, there was only one landing strip for the whole airport, and this is in the capital city), we all were welcomed by a bunch of “Akwaaba’s” and hearing people holler out “a bruni! A bruni!” And when we got our luggage, we all had a chance to feel the read caulk in our eyes from us landing and had a chance to really taste the red caulk. I wish it would have tasted like pizza sauce. Sadly enough, it didn’t. I almost started to cry in pizza sauce. That would have been super tasty. That would of also been the best food I had there.
But one of the worst feelings there is that everything sweats. My toes sweat. My body sweats. My food sweats. I sweat in the shower. Heck, even sweat sweats. We couldn’t go anywhere to escape our sweat. We tried covering our sweat with our sweat, but that didn’t work. So we just slept in our sweat, with the air conditioners going at 60 degrees. Whatever that makes out to be in Celsius.
One of the weirdest things when I was there was when I walk outside and down the street, I hear a loud “psst!” and look over and see someone waving at me. My first several days of such, I thought they wanted to tell me a secret across the street. Afterwards, I find out that they were they were trying to get my attention. Sorry.
But at the end of the trip, stepping back onto the metal bird, sitting down, and flying off, I wish the time could of lasted a little while longer. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll come back in a few years. Or this all was just a simply dream. If a dream, help us all God! But if it’s reality, if so, I may challenge one of my future “guys” to do what I did for a summer. And if this is reality, I may challenge one of those pretty smelling ladies with the seatbelts up front to a pose down! Oh yeah!
When I walked off the metal bird, I stepped into a sea of humidity, and I easily stood out like a sore thumb, but being the inverse of all the naturals. One of the weirdest feelings is coming in on a rollercoaster and stopping on a bumpy, dusty, redish-brown dirty snow called African sand as a driveway for all metal birds. Walking into the airport from the all-dirt landing strip where we landed (by chance, there was only one landing strip for the whole airport, and this is in the capital city), we all were welcomed by a bunch of “Akwaaba’s” and hearing people holler out “a bruni! A bruni!” And when we got our luggage, we all had a chance to feel the read caulk in our eyes from us landing and had a chance to really taste the red caulk. I wish it would have tasted like pizza sauce. Sadly enough, it didn’t. I almost started to cry in pizza sauce. That would have been super tasty. That would of also been the best food I had there.
But one of the worst feelings there is that everything sweats. My toes sweat. My body sweats. My food sweats. I sweat in the shower. Heck, even sweat sweats. We couldn’t go anywhere to escape our sweat. We tried covering our sweat with our sweat, but that didn’t work. So we just slept in our sweat, with the air conditioners going at 60 degrees. Whatever that makes out to be in Celsius.
One of the weirdest things when I was there was when I walk outside and down the street, I hear a loud “psst!” and look over and see someone waving at me. My first several days of such, I thought they wanted to tell me a secret across the street. Afterwards, I find out that they were they were trying to get my attention. Sorry.
But at the end of the trip, stepping back onto the metal bird, sitting down, and flying off, I wish the time could of lasted a little while longer. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll come back in a few years. Or this all was just a simply dream. If a dream, help us all God! But if it’s reality, if so, I may challenge one of my future “guys” to do what I did for a summer. And if this is reality, I may challenge one of those pretty smelling ladies with the seatbelts up front to a pose down! Oh yeah!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Autobiography
This piece was a writing exercise I had to write for my Creative Writing: Nonfiction class. To be honest, I really don't like writing about myself and "my history" like a history book. This was honestly hard for me to do because I just don't like putting out my story out like a history book. But hey, here's this. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Eric Darsie
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
English 341/01|Creative Writing: Nonfiction
Writing Exercise #2
Autobiography
Well, I was born on a cold afternoon during the month of March of 1988. At that time, I was born into a family of two older brothers who were pushing eight and ten years older than me and my newly debuted debut into the world. Within ten weeks of my debut into the world that we came to know, my mother left my father and filed for a divorce.
From when I laid into my ten week debut into walking into Elementary, much didn’t happen. All due in part I remember don’t have any memory of such until my fourth birthday. And after my fourth birthday, I don’t have any memories until Kindergarten.
In Elementary school, I remember that I went around and tried to do what I saw on World Wrestling Federation’s ‘WWF Monday Night Raw.’ In doing such, I always got in trouble, because I would hurt somebody. And after getting off the hook (which would mean having a letter being sent home to my mother and me sit in “detention” over a recess period, and I remember that was absolute torture for an Elementary school-aged boy. To put my Elementary school career in a nut shell, that’s pretty much it.
In Middle school was a transitional period for me; in the middle of fifth grade I changed school districts. That was kind of hard to change when I was in the period of trying to figure out who I am. But in the new school, I was able to find friends who had similar interest that I had, more than the previous school I was just attending mere months prior, and I was really enjoying my time. In my tenor of middle school, I enjoyed having with people and talking about what’s new in the world of professional wrestling, talk about the new stars in the WWF and in their competition, World Championship Wrestling (WCW), and maybe talk about what we learned in class, maybe.
After my eighth grade and the summer of walking into high school, my mother, one of my brothers, and I moved back to the school district that I originally went to, and clichés were formed and I was looked upon as an “outsider,” even though I was only gone for three and a half years. For the four years of high school, I talked to people if I absolutely had to, in which, the only social outing I really had outside of family events where when I worked during my junior and senior years in high school. That wasn’t too much fun, because I worked at a gas station and had to fill propane tanks, and a lot of times it was 100 pound tanks that weighted 99 pounds by themselves when empty, and 199 when full, and the customer would usually be in the store and I would have to move it myself. In which, this is where I got my practice of my bear hugging skills would begin and where I would strive to perfect them.
After high school I was enrolled into St. Cloud State University for my college career, where I’m still sitting at the end of my college career with, hoping, a year left after this semester. But coming into SCSU, I originally thought I was going to be a Math major. Over the years, that changed. Now I am a philosophy major and am intended to be a creative writing minor. And in with such, I also contribute writing pieces to website called Camel Clutch Blog (camelclutchblog.com) and also work on campus in Atwood at Copies Plus.
But working at Copies Plus is what changed my life forever. The reason why I say this is that during my freshman year, I met what’s now my best friend. He was a Christian. And he knew that I grew up going to church once in a while and talked to me what it’s like to have a personal relationship with Christ. Within a couple of months of being friends, I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I thank God for my best friend, because if not, I probably would have done the same thing I did in high school and when my time ends here on Earth, I would be sent into an eternity of torture and pain.
But as things sit now, that’s all. That’s my life in less than three pages double spaced. I could have expanded a lot longer on my life, but to wrap it up in a couple of pages, this is my autobiography. All in three pages that it’s called to being. Thanks for reading the story of my life. The end.
Eric Darsie
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
English 341/01|Creative Writing: Nonfiction
Writing Exercise #2
Autobiography
Well, I was born on a cold afternoon during the month of March of 1988. At that time, I was born into a family of two older brothers who were pushing eight and ten years older than me and my newly debuted debut into the world. Within ten weeks of my debut into the world that we came to know, my mother left my father and filed for a divorce.
From when I laid into my ten week debut into walking into Elementary, much didn’t happen. All due in part I remember don’t have any memory of such until my fourth birthday. And after my fourth birthday, I don’t have any memories until Kindergarten.
In Elementary school, I remember that I went around and tried to do what I saw on World Wrestling Federation’s ‘WWF Monday Night Raw.’ In doing such, I always got in trouble, because I would hurt somebody. And after getting off the hook (which would mean having a letter being sent home to my mother and me sit in “detention” over a recess period, and I remember that was absolute torture for an Elementary school-aged boy. To put my Elementary school career in a nut shell, that’s pretty much it.
In Middle school was a transitional period for me; in the middle of fifth grade I changed school districts. That was kind of hard to change when I was in the period of trying to figure out who I am. But in the new school, I was able to find friends who had similar interest that I had, more than the previous school I was just attending mere months prior, and I was really enjoying my time. In my tenor of middle school, I enjoyed having with people and talking about what’s new in the world of professional wrestling, talk about the new stars in the WWF and in their competition, World Championship Wrestling (WCW), and maybe talk about what we learned in class, maybe.
After my eighth grade and the summer of walking into high school, my mother, one of my brothers, and I moved back to the school district that I originally went to, and clichés were formed and I was looked upon as an “outsider,” even though I was only gone for three and a half years. For the four years of high school, I talked to people if I absolutely had to, in which, the only social outing I really had outside of family events where when I worked during my junior and senior years in high school. That wasn’t too much fun, because I worked at a gas station and had to fill propane tanks, and a lot of times it was 100 pound tanks that weighted 99 pounds by themselves when empty, and 199 when full, and the customer would usually be in the store and I would have to move it myself. In which, this is where I got my practice of my bear hugging skills would begin and where I would strive to perfect them.
After high school I was enrolled into St. Cloud State University for my college career, where I’m still sitting at the end of my college career with, hoping, a year left after this semester. But coming into SCSU, I originally thought I was going to be a Math major. Over the years, that changed. Now I am a philosophy major and am intended to be a creative writing minor. And in with such, I also contribute writing pieces to website called Camel Clutch Blog (camelclutchblog.com) and also work on campus in Atwood at Copies Plus.
But working at Copies Plus is what changed my life forever. The reason why I say this is that during my freshman year, I met what’s now my best friend. He was a Christian. And he knew that I grew up going to church once in a while and talked to me what it’s like to have a personal relationship with Christ. Within a couple of months of being friends, I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I thank God for my best friend, because if not, I probably would have done the same thing I did in high school and when my time ends here on Earth, I would be sent into an eternity of torture and pain.
But as things sit now, that’s all. That’s my life in less than three pages double spaced. I could have expanded a lot longer on my life, but to wrap it up in a couple of pages, this is my autobiography. All in three pages that it’s called to being. Thanks for reading the story of my life. The end.
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