I have a tenuous relationship with cameras. While I think photography is an art form and a powerful one at that, I don't think it should be a substitute for experience. I kind of dislike how everyone has a camera to document every trivial part of their lives. Most people are not...
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...
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 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...
The words "i love you" are priceless, unpredictable like rolling dices/ here we are taking chances, making sacrifices / suffices and keeping one another in sight, our hands of cards dealt is right to play for any fight, in hope of getting that much needed balance that is tight...
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...
If I spent more time on it, it could end up a novel. It has the feeling of a prologue.
She could hardly recall a time when the fire hadn't consumed her, when the flames hadn't flown on wings of shadow through her head, coursed through her veins, sounded in every slow, drawn...
When angels hold your hands You just can't hit the ground They'll take you high and high And never let you down when angels hold ur hands u know ur not alone but u have someone that shows care, they love u without asking something and they never leave by ur side u call...
those memories sitting in your hands
But your life will be greater than imagination
And I hope it may still last
Love is like war
You just try to fight for it
Just make sure you never give up
'Cause life won't be like before
No one can tell you
What your life will be like...
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...
fragments. We instinctively and unwillingly hold onto the broken bonds we once forged so long ago. The memories stay aflame despite the efforts of time and space to douse them, and in doing so remind us of what it's like to be burned.
My mother had a double mastectomy yesterday...
I like to sit upon the fence
Its high and that makes sense
I can see the guy on both sides.
Fence sitting it is often said
Is something to not be tolerated
But the fence rules in my georaphy
Get off the pot is similar
Either that or do what youre supposed to there
But a fence has...
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...
?? He will be coming to talk to me in a day or two. He left me cuz we fight to much but he might want To get back together.
I wanna be free
But not without you holding me
And baby I am one to see
Of the river valley.
Of all the oceans, lakes, the sky
And all the stars...
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...
over a year. I don't know why I decided to come back... And I don't know why I remembered my username. But anyways I read through all my old stories which was pretty painful considering that things didn't end good between my first ex and I.
Basically what happened was that...
chance to find out who they are. There is always an obstacle or two in the way of what they truly need to feel. What is important is getting to know your emotions before anyone else's because in the end you'll only end up feeling all of these overwhelming, unnoticed, crazy...
skip, catch. That's all there is to it when I twirl the staff. There are a lot of names of the movements of this tool turned weapon; beautiful metaphors for a somewhat sinister purpose.
Skip, catch, skip, catch, the staff whirls like a typhoon in front of me. It warps reality in...
words'...an irreplaceable feeling of realizing words never being enough...and in the same moment realizing that you have nothing but words...words imprint my every thought,my every creation...its like the currency through which I encash my indefinable experiences ..so much so...
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
work not crying. I barely made it home.It really looks like my dreams are over. This was my last chance, and I gave everything I had, and it wasn't good enough. Except it was, it really was. I got recommendations from all the editors, everyone said how big of a help I've been...
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...
truth in my life I can't even begin to explain but that's a lie, I know exactly what I'm going through.
I spy with my all seeing eye, this entity that is love, an infinite being I breathe as I long to weave this thing to a beautiful tapestry of a future with you and my dreams...
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...
but my parents dont care, well thats **** lost. Smoking up ciggerates I find on the streets, an escape says my brain from all this tragicness, im 15 years old, throwing my life away, just waiting for the end, yeah that final day, memories and thoughts haunting my head, its dark...
gold leaves shiver
through cracks of time
rays of sun flicker
through the crying sky
in my ballroom dress
clouds above leaps through the sky
gold leaves dangle blow in the wind
why must we be jealous
think more deeply
my last hope. It is what I have the best chance for and yet still, the thing furthest from me. I have no entitlement to it, no expectation for it, and perhaps, it is this that I needed. Nothing to lose. Yes, so much to gain, everything I'd ever hoped and dreamed for, but I...
just another lonely dream away. A heart breaks, just an ache. Who tortures it tonight? Yourself, the victim, and the one at stake.
Forgiveness has never came as hard as the night you gave yourself away. A heart breaks, just an ache. Who tortures your thoughts tonight? Yourself...
I have a heart that sometimes cries,
i wonder if someone can hear,
i can feel it again,this sadness,
i know i feel it..
I can wait for some words,
one tight hug,
letting me by ur side to sleep,
my tears to kiss,
but im on my own
in the night,
in the day,
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...
This morning while sitting at the breakfast table, looking at my daughter who was complaining that her brothers were traveling and she was unhappy she had to go to school. What is happiness for you? How do you see it? Can you buy it?
Happiness is a small box we keep hiding until...
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...
My heart doesn't know; it wanders, it strays, it leaves and it stays, and so has it been for all of its days, but the Earth opens up to your delicate touch, the nightingale croons her crestfallen tune. The autumn swallows you up in its embrace. I looked, I almost.. then...
of Banal I spend my days treading the murky waters of Misery Canal Kicking, squirming, water-churning, drowning in the surf of a sickening spell I witness time and the changing of seasons from my dark and dreary well
A butterfly sees the beauty of the world,
sees the ocean,sees the mountains,
sees changes,the nature n more beyond walls.
She hears of a sweet melody,
happy or sad,
music from ppl's hearts,
music when the city dream n dance.
She feels the peace,the courage when ppl...
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...
one out.I just can't stop thinking about her, I have to at least try. This time, I don't feel as scared as I used to as when in this situation in the past. If she's not interested, at least I'll know. And when I do have occasion to ask her, that is, when I get another job out of...
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...
i first heard of trolls quite some time ago and i still dont get it. all new people eventually ask what trolls are and its always some vague answer. ive never been privy to the people that seem to know about them. ive never seen one that i know of. i am a bit insecure like...
i died a little that day. I thought giving you my all would strengthen our bond, how was I to know that it would only tear us down. You promised me I could trust you, your actions said otherwise. I wonder, five years from now would you remember me? Or would I just be an...
that are hidden, nor for the sorrow that you lock away. But you are still a mask. Our problems define us, make us who we are. Sometimes it can be difficult to understand the joy behind such a concept. Yet still, you are a mask. Maybe the fault in our value, the crack in our self...
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...
your laugh.I love your hair, whether down, in a bun, or braided around the sides.I love how you crane your neck to the side when you're looking down at someone's desk.I love how starkly straight-up you sit at your desk; puts my posture to shame.I love your legs. Dear god, your...
You do not know me Lady , But I know that you're real.I ask about you often . And do care how you feel . We share a common interest , and share a common bond . But i am here and you are there miles across the pond .He loves so most dearly and his heart is yours to own. I listen...
when I was in ninth grade, or somewhere around there.
The boy was very angry with Mr. Shiftlet as well as well as Lucynell for leaving. The boy comes up with a brilliant idea; he calls the police and reports a stolen vehicle. He informs the police that an old 1920 Ford has been...
Sorry about that ^.^
Anyway, I recently wrote a song:
Dying, crying, trying
Every time I see you shaking
Lying with my mind, oh whoa
Your heart keeps still from breaking
Eyes so red, the pain you bled
Holding together, but you wanna die instead
No, you can't steal my love