A couple of days ago, there was some sort of question about if the military draft were back, would they take people who have mental problems. I answered, as is typical, not the question, but what the question made me think about, and that is that I would not fight if there were a...
post, but, for my sanity's sake, I need to let this out.
For the past few days, the what-ifs have been haunting me. I cannot afford to experience another monumental (I am exaggerating here, but that is how it feels like, at least for me) failure.
"When people say it's not...
just a sun peak volcano in the distant sky, as if seeing a "great force of endless energies" a deeper awakening
beyond, the hearts of humanity through an energetic oneness with unity.
as being a full moon gateway to other dimensions. Level of awakening the hearts of...
Who found love in their mothers
And the children they adopted
When their wombs
Had past their date
Not yet another woman
Living in a man's house
Hoping her hands
The sway of her hips
To bring him back from oblivion
(When really she...
that having a high-self esteem and a huge ego were synonymous. The reality, for me, was that I had low self-esteem and a huge ego. All I really see the ego as, is that voice which tells me what I am or am not. If not for the ego, I wouldn't even know what to call myself. At the...
aligned at the downward slope
Shake a little ,wake up better
It is a message of heaven in letters
Thunderstorm was severe
Glad,What could happen in a year?
It wasn't just loss of mind but of soul
Question of existence in mind on roll!
Thinking about life mere like playing fife...
It has been a long journey dealing with the passing of my Mom. This,Thanksgiving is the anniversary of living my life minus a Mother.The seasons of life and how they are played out. The time is like yesterday no matter how long any loss is. When I first started out this journey...
Welcome to my autumnal garden of paradise delightsAt times it can be dark, beauty smoldering joy, amidst riotous flowering moody colors.Soon bright serenity and pristine comfort.Be willing to dirty your hands freeing your mind !Feel the grass wet on bare feet, cool mist pollinate...
I haven't felt exactly myself these past few days. Sad, easily annoyed, even angry. And I never get angry. But these things happen. Emotions build up over a long period of time until they finally start dribbling out. I distract myself and cordon myself off from the world...
i wouldnt feel anything
id be free like a wind and still get fed
id scratch the ones who touch me and make furious sounds
look at the sun with proud eyes
and move in the dark with no fears
i wish i were a cat !
But not permanently so
Let our spines entwine
Finding the music in the creaking of our bones
Knowing each other well enough
To stray from the formula
Making our song whole and new
Every time we find new notes
And they become part of our duet
It's been a while since we have done this and I'm glad I agreed to come. There is one friend in particular.... She is something I've missed. We're outside her apartment complex where they have a little fire pit. The temperature has dropped for the first time all year and the...
Where did the time go?
It's been about four and a half years since I was last in a relationship. That was all the way back in my freshman year of college, and at that point, I feel I was headed in a mostly good direction. I liked the girl I was with, I was...
but I'm not sure what. I sit here alone in the darkness of my apartment and my hands dance across the keys, writing and deleting. I don't have much to say tonight, but I have a fire within me to write it out. What I'm writing out, I'm not sure. Perhaps my emotions that have...
A bottle of pills still clutched in his hand
Suicide- the police scream
Selfish- his family cries,
Because they could never understand
I was him once
Or at least I could have been
I could have died for the same sin
That burden he carried,
I had carried one too
Such a joyous...
public speakers, conversationalists, writers, not patient enough, not good with math or money and so on. I believe that getting good at anything is simply a matter of practice. Say you're not the best at public speaking... so were the best public speakers at some point...
I haven’t been doing much lately except stress myself out applying to jobs. It’s left me feeling a bit empty. I haven’t been writing, haven’t been inspired lately. Basically, this will be the dam bursting, so this will probably be long, gushing, rambling, and...
It's time to take a break.I love you, EP, I really do, but you **** me off sometimes.Flagging should be a privilege, not a right, since so many people abuse the hell out of it, either to flag something they disagree (the horror) with or to simply mess with someone that they don't...
and planning out my future. A lot of my time is spent daydreaming. I feel lethargic. I get the feeling that I need to slow down and re-evaluate my outlook. I'm trying to take each day as it comes and take things slowly. I know I'm smart and I know that I can be driven but the...
I.There once was a beautiful field,A lush verdant paradiseHidden far away, concealedFrom the world's darkness and vice.Every spring after winter had thawedThe children would trickle out in ones and twosAnd play by the lakeside with their fishing rodsAnd footballs, with no need...
face of god is not gone
in the flowers smiles
aqua black drop sky
pure transcendent sun
ascends to astonish
the angels in heaven
who keep the light
of their loved ones
enshrined in angelic voices
one is so rich and full
so many inner worlds
outer world is joy...
for you. I promise you're gonna miss me being there, putting up on you, refusing to give up on you. You're gonna regret everything that you've done to me including all the damage you've caused. And someday you'll turn back and i wont be waiting for you any longer. I might have...
heavy waves of gray, defiant to its last breath. Compare its progress to the formation of debris fields, Saturn's rings, the Kuiper belt. Smaller scale, the same physical principles in play. Force of momentum and attraction, mass and density, light and a path of longitudinal...
Held against my chest
The gun is yours
The bullets are providedDeadly at their touch
This is my everything
My trust in you
You possess the knowledgeYou know every fear
Don't pull the trigger
I beg of you
Don't lose your coolStay close to me
Hold on, don't hesitate
why I write without seeking publication or acknowledgement from the people around me. Why it's not a "hobby". Hobbies are things people do that make them happy, or to fill the spare time we have. Writing doesn't make me happy. It's like using a rib spreader on myself every time...
to read along the sky,
Readily wrote with beauty captured by a reverent eye,
Without the rays of the sun we would die,
No plants, no oxygen, no food to keep you satisfied,
My spirit moans louder then the belly groans
When I see the lost souls drifting unaware and
His skin is all honey and summer sun against the winter chill of mine. His chestnut hair is warm and soft, tousled like a child. I wish he'd open his eyes though. I like his eyes. They're warm too, like sunlight through whiskey and a touch of cigar smoke. He's honest, tame by my...
and dirt. The day's toils had left its pungent mark on him, but she didn't seem to mind somehow as she lay her divine face against his chest, her eyes looking into his. He felt something stir in him, something climbing up from depths he never knew he had. He kissed her forehead...
even though people kept telling me I'm still young, I still have time, even probably now, they'll tell me that 25 isn't that old, that I just have to be patient, but deep down, if I was honest with myself, I've always known. Some days, I'm okay with it, some days, bitter...
It's depressing to keep applying to jobs and hearing nothing back. I so badly want to work, to get out of the damn house and do something that means the world to me, but the world isn't letting me, at least not yet. Sometimes I think I should just give up and apply to law school...
Eyes closed,deep wounds that noone feels,
bleeding since birth,
she lives for everyone n noone.
She sleeps in the cemetery,by her angel which is one with her,
-her suffering feels.
She remembers what she has built but shes
always bound to him.
Her soul was connected...
I've always been hesitant to put up myself as a profile picture here. I've mostly used avatars, whether it be a picture I like, something I felt at the time, or my recent stint of Hobbes-related pictures, I rarely had my face up there. And I never really thought...
ears and the piece you're hearing
in a space much larger
and you wonder if the man
lying next to you
can hear the acoustic guitar bouncing off our bedroom ceiling
so you look over
and see him curled
and you sadly know
you haven't bothered him