The man called John stood at the bank of the river....
A another man came to him and asked;
why do the plans of God seem so strange at times?
And Iron John replied;
In the Beggining there were three...
Chance and Fate and God...
Chance and Faith tossed lots to decide who would...
and tantalized my spirit well before I arrived at the majestic beach.
As I strolled along the sea my senses heightened and a vast array of experiences came to pass over me.
A steady refreshing ocean breeze helped to cool my blazing flesh from the sun’s rays.
The sand was...
For my love I would do anything that brings you pleasure...
I would dance on a table, tickle you with a feather.
I would get on my hands and knees, drop'em in a grove of trees!
I would travel near or far, yes make love to you in the car.
For my love I would be truly grateful...
Remember this. As the eyes look to you and start their shredding, it is best to ignore and go on. Those eyes cannot do harm, those eyes are blinded. Eyes blinded by the insignificance of vanity. Blinded by visions planted by insulting thoughts and driven by misery. Remember this...
Happy Mother's Day! I wish
you a happy life. I love you with all
my heart. That is why you are my mom.
That is what makes you my mom. A
loving, caring mom. I know it and you
know it too. That is why you love me and
why I love you. The...
So she stands against the back door peering through the window. Her face rested against the cold pane of glass.
She stares blankly at the moon as if in trance. Its glow beats down upon her casting light into her fixed eyes.
The stillness of the night fills her as she leans even...
It's this reason for living...that makes me wonder why,
Is it that we have to learn, obey, and do, just to survive.
I want to just pack up, take off, and enjoy a wild ride.
To live like the natives, jump on a horse and feel her powerful stride...
The wind in your face, the...
damp, ground... My life And what's left of my soul is seeping from my body...Tingeing the snow beneath me red... Red.. Those were the color of her lips... The color her cheeks would turn when I would make her blush...I smile softly at the memory.. "Shoot me again!! I could...
promises of love forever,
Texting words laced with heart and fantasy easily continuing
To Feed these silly dreams of a beautiful happy and lovely yet memorable ending.
Making me believe everything you're selling me is seriously a Truth of you, of this, of us.
Yet it's quickly...
I feel tendrils curling and reaching towards you carrying whispers of my love. I love you with every fiber of my being, with every echo of my soul, with every beat of my heart. I don't know who you are or where you walk, but I know with everything I am, that I walk beside you. I...
but I forget to hide it and leave it around and I know it has been read.. So know I go on here. I don't expect people to read my posts but I don't write the same stuff as my journal so I don't mind too much. I also draw which has been looked at.. Oh well
As lay on the couch that is these days my bed, I toss and turn, I freeze and then I burn.
Sit up for a while then lay down, to the right to the left, front and center. I might as well be sleeping on splinters..sigh.
Been here for hours, it seems sometimes I never leave...
The house still needs work
The mail will come and the trash will go
Work will be done but not really
There we be will moments of joy and sadness and madness
Yet the day goes on no matter
Reflection of earlier deflection of later
The sun floats away as the moon shows...
comfortable. Everything hurts or aches and my bed is hard or too soft no matter which way I lay. Rolling over I tuck my body pillow between my legs and hug it close to my chest. I tug the blanket up just enough to cover my shoulders but allow the moving air from the fan to...
and I can feel myself drowning;
being lured in with every secret that is revealed,
with every promise that is made,
I feel as if I will never reach the bottom of your untamed soul.
Your mind is deeper than the darkest abyss
and as beautiful as the most precious diamond.
lifetime of pain
Fumbling on thin line between crazy and sane
Thirsty from the moisture that's dripped from my eyes
Sore from the tension, just torture in disguise
Exhausted of thinking and remembering when
Stricken with an invisible foe that visits time and again
I found a few of my old notebooks from my highschool days forgot just how much stuff I wrote in those days.
Wrap my dead heart in a Hydrocodone tomb...I'm completely dried up from being born in this used up womb. Beat this flesh with 10,000 lashes, from a heaven which I despise...
"Misery loves company".
I must say it was indeed later in life before I came to understand this saying.I have met some people that were so restless miserable that they just had to have someone in their life at all times."It seemed that I was the one that they found most to fill...
I wrote in diares dince 5th grade. it was my best friend. Everything that's has happened tp me in every detail. my suppose to ne "best friend " (for 7 yrs, friendship ended this year) would take my diary and get information. I guess to feel that she knows everything about me. I...
head all the time
even when you're not thinking about them you are because
subconsciously they are what makes your day happen
they are what make you happen
they are what make you happy
they are an image screwed into your mind and you don't want to lose it
they are what get...
I was bored and it is not good at all, it just is cool I think.
There was a man named man. Man was a great man and did everything that a man should do. Man, the man, met a women named women. So the man named man, and the women named women, went out on a date. Later that night...
No big bang.
Alone in her black and white world, she closed her eyes. Calm came over her. Pain, heavy as lead, filtered through her, sinking slowly and settled at her feet.
Eventually, she felt it seep into the floor. She remained still and silent. The greyness...
when I was growing up my best friend was my Diary. it seemed like the only thing that didn't judge me or abandon me and trustworthy. I wrote everything in there. from my first crushes, breakups happy and sad experiences. writing helped me vent things I felt but couldn't tell...
A kind soul will see through those walls
A kind soul will strive to help you become whole
A kind soul will stand by you, and be bold
A kind soul will listen effectively to what you cannot yet say
A kind soul will hold you close when the world seems so cold
A kind soul will...
far as my eyes could see I saw everything but me
Alone in this vast sweeping zephyr
From the air pressure I severed
My essence and physical body
Freely roaming at light speed
Into the void I did proceed
It was not long before I almost collided
With a star lopsided
The near miss...
He wakes up, suspended in the air. There's blackness all around, nothing but dark. He looks at his limbs that are bound to a near invisible thread, by a thread. He feels a slight vibration, and looks up. He sees a black widow twice the size of a ******, toxic bile drips from her...
Distracted by what my body is telling me, I wait for your warmth
Unable to stop thinking, a craving, then a longing for your warmth
Touch me and let me have it, that feeling is worth saving
Hold me close so the warmness goes between us, yes your warmth
Take me as you will and...
her hair framing her face in the moonlight. The hands that clutched the small book to her chest tightly seemed to tremble for a moment and then stilled. When she spoke, her voice was shaky, but determined.
"I can't," she said. She looked up and into his eyes. She held his gaze...
It was all perfect…perfect…JUST perfect. He had never felt anything as beautiful as this before. Never felt anything that would so completely suffuse his entirety with the essence of another human being.
Each time, however, she would bring her face down in a moment of...
Every time I think about crickets chirping I picture a calm peaceful outdoor scene, with beautiful weather, by a lake so calm it's black glass perfectly mirrors the landscape by the light of the full moon, and people sleeping with ease. Crickets in my mind have always been...
It wasn’t the meteor showers overhead trailing their iridescence
It wasn’t the tranquil view from this elevated mound
It wasn’t for all that was lost or all which was never found
It wasn’t a dreamy state of vaporous meditation
It wasn’t a stream of...
Trapped in a dark abyss, of which there is no outlet, I struggle to find that brilliant light. "Where, oh where, could it be?" I cry out, aimlessly searching. A voice permeates the silence, stopping me in my steps.
"There is only darkness." No, that's wrong!
without warning. Following me everywhere I go. I struggle with you. I try to ignore. I find moments of fear in you. At times there is a weakness and I go to your place. I regret, no. I don't, I fight you again. Wondering what you want with me. Are you real? Are you good for me...
in and out of The ring
I love the sport of Boxing
I see it as an art But I also see it as a hard and brutal sport
You see it on T.v
some fights makes you cringed but others might make you believe that you can go and do a better job than the fighters on T.v
a deep black well of chaotic water.
You stage a re-enactment of this well and you plan to fall in, but what you finally realise is that it is time to come out.
You don't need to keep falling back into the dark water, but let yourself climb out, no matter how tough it seems to...
and it is because i make sense that i am making no sense, you see?
Once you make so much sense, it can be dashed, swapped and splattered into curious nonsensical sentences which, in turn, can be quite sensical in quite a nonsensical way.
If i told you that i made sense in such...
so this group seemed appropriate.
I'm not sure what I'd be doing if I hadn't met the person who inspires me to write. I have a feeling she's forgotten about me by now, but clearly I've not forgotten about her.
I loved the way she wrote. I wish she'd left her stories on EP. She...
be scared but
I can't be
for under covers
I feel your touch
and how I love that touch so much.
my heart aches
my mind races
while my body
your hand traces
in this steamy mussed up pile
of blankets and sheets and...
what the heck is that??
*throws foreign object across the...
It was as if there were two of everything. Two worlds, two minds, two hearts. Forever struggling between the two. Which to follow when. When to stop and turn. When to push forward. One side light, the other dark. One side fruitful the other destructive.
How to know when to allow...
through soul and through life, will warily walk into an ocean of thunderous waves until the eye of the storm has passed.
A magnetic pull will come for those, who have sought for the ultimate journey of true togetherness and will stand as one once again.
Though be warned, as what...
Wanting you to notice me.
You hear my words and say nothing.
Your silence speaks volumes.
Crushed, i feel myself pull back a little more.
Watching as the bright and beautiful people flit around you,
Whispering praises in your ears.
As you bask in their attentions.