thought. There's a moment on it when you have to let go people that dont meant to be on it, and you start thinking on what you lived, on what you thought it was going to be forever, and then its hard to figure out that they are happy living their life, that they were never...
rising but only to fall again. I thought
my feelings weren't inconspicuous to
you but why can you not notice? The
weight of your world is bearing down
on my already fractured shoulders
and no other hand is helping me get
back up, not even yours. The
mainly when its around the sad category...i write about the way i feel and what society makes me feel like, then i pull out my piano or guitar and play a certain beat...i sing out what i wrote then i do a dance to it and you can understand the pain through my voice and my dance...
They can break hearts, join souls, cut like a knife and make panties wet. I prefer words that inevitably lead you to my bed, words that I've written that depict the dirty things and each little box we ticked. Words that describe all we've yet to try, of all we must still do.
cuz what i speak is deep
my hearts filled with agony, and my spirit is weak
my soul is torn, my minds filled with mad emotion
and the tears ive shed could probably fill an ocean
i feel depressed, thats how i spent most of my days
and repressed memories left my mind in a daze
and being astounded by yourself? Almost like you can't believe that was you. I read an article on writing about how you feel and aside from improving your emotional state, it helps hone your writing skills.
I have a fancy journal which I have not used for a long time as I...
morning but so many people losing jobs at a late stage in life worries me.It is difficult to start your life in a new way again.When it is time to consolidate your life ,your job is gone .The family suffers too.So those who have jobs,be glad that you have one.
but sometimes I write letters to big personalities of histoty, even to rock stars from the 60's or artists from few hundred years ago. I write them as if they were still alive, then keep the letters forever.
The weather not the cause of my way,
I'm sore, tired; I'm here but I'm not,
Not unusual at my regular spot.
They know I like whiskey, they think I'm alone.
That girl they see at the bar is a clone.
She's no priorities, a rottenless hope,
She claims it's the only way she can...
because I miss my love I miss having someone to talk to till 7:00 am I miss sending x's and o I miss saying I love you I miss someone being able to have my back.And sadly I don't have I person to date to love to wish the best of luck too.Sadly I can only cheer on myself I can...
It is tough celebrating Father's Day when you know it is something you will never achieve because women think you are a hideous, repulsive and worthless piece of ****. It does not help I lost my own father years ago because of a lung disease. The biggest slap in the face is...
a razor on your chest, a little, everyday?
How it feels like watching your own blood pour out of your very own flesh?
Ever wondered about the pain?
She felt that every second by the thought of you.
Why did you mend her when all you had to do was to shatter and cut and brake...
appreciate things from what they earned but not what have already given to them, even though it might be the exact same thing. And it's usually the giver that willing to give everything that appreciate littlest thing from the receiver that take them for granted :/
it's to be felt
to be understood
what the tapping of the rain drops in a rythemic manner has to say
what the sun means by hiding itself behind the clouds
what the light has to reflect from the shades
what the earth has gone through during the season
And they're the reason my heart beats ever stronger
I live for the smiles of my siblings and the proud words of my parents
For the hugs when I come home and the kisses from my dog
I know they'd hurt if I was gone.
Oh I've got caring friends.
When they're with me I'm...
and if you can focus your emotion into a story you can create an amazing piece of work. it also shows in each chapter how i felt at the time personally and with writing your emotions flow free and untamed calming you down from anger or finding out whats making you sad and also...
But could it really be love when all you've done from the start is be afraid?
The fear of ending up hurt never left your mind. It made you vicious. The fear crept towards your heart until it became cruel.
It taught you to strike back, to strike first.
It didn't give him...
words will continue to imprint itself into
my heart. It will cut through again and
again and of course, I will try to
withstand it. However, the wound is
becoming deeper and deeper, closer
and closer to the point of no return. I
continue to forgive again and again but...
ever feel it? ; a strange feeling pushing you crying; you never know why ; but even you steel want to cry ; maybe its the "stupide hormones" but…. Sometime you fell like ..not
It fell like there is a reasen but you just dont know what is it yet. But steel you well know...
fronts. Mysterious Illnesses, emotional compromise, bodily injury, loss of faith, financial depletion, employment and benefits security next untangling. As I plummet through this deep chasm, each impact with one of these nets I have relyed on for years to catch me, is failing...
and I'm looking forward to traveling, taking photos, picnics, bonfires with friends and family and kicking it all off right by attending a pride event nearby tomorrow. I'm not content to sit around and overthink things, not when I have so much to look forward to this week! I...
Just unloading some gloominess. I wrote this recently. It's long and I don't expect anyone to actually read it.
Upon waking in the morning, there is a brief, pleasant period of time where I temporarily lose all memory of anything going on in my life. There is nothing but a soft...
it scares her.
She runs when he's coming close.
She runs when he says sweet things.
She runs to run but also to see if he would stop her.
She wants the long hugs and the "everything is gonna be okay"
She was the feeling of never being alone.
But, for fear of a broken heart...
to each other. I hate that people don't think before they talk or how it might affect their feelings. I hate how my friends suck, that in the end they were never really my friends at all. I hate that I'm so lonely and helpless about it. I hate that I care. I hate that my sister...
you zip up your jacket just a little bit more and put your hands in your pockets. Its quiet outside this late at night, and the gentle breeze flows around you. Nobody else is out, they're either asleep or not going anywhere.
But you are.
You're going for a walk, not because you...
and kinda beat up. It's less than 24 hours after I was forced to digest a heaping pile of crap, lies, half- truths and it stings. I wont be down long because I don't see the point to it. Life is meant to be lived and experienced. I will not hide, cower in the shadows and live...
but here is something I wrote:
I suppose we all have that moment in life where everything we do seems wrong, and utterly useless. We see ourselves as the most despicable people that roam this surface of dust and rubble. The ever fortunate have the life they so truly desire and...
Think you can end the pain. Pull it across your wrists and end it. Then when your best friend fiands out she gose into an even deeper depression. The only person she can talk to about anything is gone. She told you that you where the only person keeping her alive. She finally...
I don't have a single person in my life that I could trust fully, or expect to understand me.
Not so very long ago, I thought I had, but life had a very cruel lesson to teach me, and the experience was far too painful to put into words at the time.
A few months have past, and...
can breathe fire, play with fire and
touch fire without being hurt. That I
could fly without restraints or chains.
That if someone was to tie me down,
I could just melt their chains and
Dragons are simply figments of
human imagination. They may or may...
until you scream. Until you know you're my love. No one will ever touch you again. Only me. I'll stare through your soul with my hungry blue eyes. I'll mark you so everyone who sees you know who you are my love,your love"
One that allows me to create, express myself through my images and gives me the space needed to explore beyond my back yard. I yearn to be free, traveling from state to state, city to city, town to town with my camera. I want to see the beauty of the world, meet new people, and...
A friend told me today I should write a book chronicling my life, my marriage and our coming our story. I think she may be right. Our story is a most unusual one but would also make for a good read! You can't make some of this up, trust me :-)