Stronger Than Dirt
I don't like a lost me
Even more, others that can lose me
Typing these words
Does it matter if they are not seen
Or even more, not felt
How can we communicate without eyes to see
The hands that types
The banter is just...
My right hand holds matches,
my left holds my past,
I hope the wind catches,
and burns it down fast,
I'm gonna step into the fire,
with my failures and my shame,
and wave good-bye to yesterday,
as I dance among the flames,
so don't try to save me now,
I am not trying to play God so settle down there my fren my fren!
There is so little that can hold me back now, I have faced enough battles and hardships in life to know that everything I have to face in the future will pass as well.
I don't have much to fear and that might be...
I am a firm believer in past lives and reincarnation so I do not think we ever really die. Yes our physical forms may perish but our spirit always reawakens in another body or another spiritual form. So in essence we all rise from the ashes of our decayed physical...
I have concluded that I dont need to prove myself to anyone in this world, I will decide what is right or wrong for me, it is not up to others to decide. You are your own authority. I agree that the past makes you who you are, but I have a different view on what that means to...
like the moon
you are changeable,
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
it melts them like ice.
Fate -- monstrous
you whirling wheel,
well-being is vain
and always fades...
you looking right at me
you looking right through me
you listen to my words
i talk and say it all from my heart
but you don't hear my words ,
you don't dare put your foot in my world......
i feel i am an alien alien............
you will not...
I always say the past makes you who you are. And what you do now will effect your future. I can't say whether I'm such a big idiot or jackass for the decisions that I've made that are affecting me right now as I am typing this down. They are pretty humiliating to admit and I have...
completenessYet you still smile throughSome part of you was missingplanted deep in my heartThat part of you grewSome part of me was missingA completenessYet I smile throughSome part of me was missingWithin you it grewAdams rib had found it's new homeTwo hearts beat as oneNo...
Master has changed the way kajira feels about herself.
she is growing more confident about her body image,
she is beautiful because He says she is,
No longer hating her body because of past trauma
she is loved because He says she is,
No need to look to any one else...
As the bleeding tear drops fall down her face so softly not all are spent
Inside her she cries her silent pleas to an empty wall
she wishes this nightmare, this chapter of her life would just end and be deceased
It's just too much anguish for her fragile mind to even contemplate...