Frontlines of the Storm
I won’t sink my teeth in, nor draw my sword to plow the rock-hard soil, but without Mother Nature’s tender touch, the plants leave only poison and oil below the skin. The loneliness is a tense silence like a war fought oversea, the contact limited to thunder and clouds, but without the torrent or the celebration I cannot discern the eye of her storms from the beating of the drums...
There is more than good and evil in a person, there are three sentient beings. There is the head, the heart, and the gut. People will make decisions of love with their heart if they know love, and decisions of belief with their head if they are skeptical of religion. But when these two fail, a decision is made with one’s gut, which shows that one is either desperately ignorant by necessity...
You tell me I hurt you, I’m hurting you, or that I will hurt you. I warned you I would, even went so far as to warn you that I was mentally unstable. I did all I could to bring as little pain to you and repair any damages I could. And yet you have the nerve to come crying to me, causing me pain, causing further instability, and ruining my life, all because of something I did that was...
You are one beautiful lass; Not stupid like the rest of your class; Not ignorant like those in the past. Your own entity, the epitome of individuality. I can only pray that you won’t stray from me. Everyone in contrast; No one can even contest; I love you, my Princess Badass.
I suppose I will just have to follow this path until another 10-car pile-up occurs and I can be with the angel I first locked eyes with.
I feel I may have been reading eyes wrongly… I believe now that it is not the patterns, but how the viewer reacts to them. If the sight draws the life out of you, you best notice it before it truthfully does. If glaring into the eyes of a person makes you feel like you are invincible, alive, courageous, embrace them, love them, make them be in your life.
Eyes that mesmerize Each unique, have their own style Window to the soul
This pain is not what causes strain for I never feign the rain expunged from the clouds in my eyes. It is the fear see that keeps be dreary and weary and yet awake through the enchantments of soft, perfect slumber. Nightmares trample my dreams, gouging through my waking thoughts, turning karma to poison, luck to pain, raining fire upon hours of work before my very eyes. And through it all, you...
Why I Write
I love to write for many reasons. Firstly, writing is not just a way to communicate, but a way to display emotions, opinions, ideas, and thoughts in the largest varieties of methods and severity. Writing provides those handicapped in artistic ability to truly show their creativity and openly display their ways of thinking. Writing is unable to be misheard, but when misunderstood, can be corrected....
Perfection vs. Imperfection
“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.” - Antoine de Saint Exupery My quarrel with the idea of “perfection” as a whole is that I believe it literally cannot exist in multiple individuals. If you take everything away from a space, one would say it is perfect, according to this quote, because there is...
Prologue to Octoscope
As your world comes into view, you are merely a young child, born on the prairie of an almost fictitious looking plain that you have only read in fantasy books when you were old. You do not know how you became a young child or how you arrived in this strange world of questionable reality. This is just a view however, because you seemed to arrive starring out of a window in a building you...
All For You
I feel your love, never the peace, so you can’t be a dove, but of my heart you are a piece. I feel your soul, never the cold, you won’t be alone, I stress, for you are my tangerine princess. I feel your light, and always your fright, for I am your knight, and for you, my angel, I will fight.
I forgot somewhere along the line what I like, so I began to like a little of everything. I forgot somewhere along the line who I was, so I began to be a little of everyone. I forgot somewhere along the line what I was going to become, but if I become a little of everything, I think colleges and my parents might get a little pissed… I’m so many things, but why can’t you relate to...
“Haha it’s okay, I’m not tired” she says, “don’t worry I’ll be fine” she says, “I feel worthless and really need you to tell me you love me” she says. “Sleep is a myth” she says, “I am okay” she says, “I am upset and need to talk to someone” she says. “I’m really hyper and won’t be...
There is an anonymous person who wishes to release an autobiographical blog post. GUESS WHO?!?!?! Anyways, I will get underway then: Since I was introduced to society officially, I hadn’t been too good at keeping up with society, and even decided to defy it at every appropriate turn. I had been quite shy (from what I can remember) all through elementary school, and then had been cast out in...
Consequence of Naivety
When your loved ones have let you go, when your guardians have left you alone, and you have the independence you desired, where will you retire? What path will you follow, what train will you take, how will you know you are okay when everyone ruled you for your own sake? You have only known others, when you can only trust yourself. How can you trust a total stranger? The only ones you trust,...
Honor the trails you once followed, the feet you trekked on following the trails, the legs pushing your feet along the trail, and the breath that filled the lungs keeping you strong as you drew ever closer to the end. Honor the past and everything about it because you will never experience it the same way again. The trail may have been rough, the feet may have been worn to the bone, the legs may...
And the deed is set to be done today… when the time is right, eight months will be archived.
Pondering many thoughts right now… Should I resume my writing? Why am I depressed? Should I try to reconcile and sort out a misunderstanding? Is she better off? Am I better off? Why do questions 3, 4, and 5 seem to apply in several situations? Why can’t I seem to get my life back on track and accomplish the tasks that I need to? Who am I now? Are my morals still intact? Why...
Ode to Your River
You blame your mistakes on me. You don’t live your own life. You don’t make any decisions. You make yourself miserable. You are inefficient and useless in fixing anyone’s problems. You ask for trouble. You think you are always right, and I am always wrong. You are usually wrong, and then blame me for it. You bring disrespect to my good name, and put a toxic musk over my honorable...
Is it a person’s action that make them who they are? Let me speculate for a little, since it is 3AM right now anyway, I don’t think there will be much opposition, not to mention how little amount of people I have following me, so I’m probably talking to the mosquitoes eating me alive as I type. If it is a person’s actions that make them who they are, and that person was to...
I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to faulter in my unshakeable loyalty. I never did. I just want to hug you, maybe put my arm around your shoulder as we sit and talk about our days or our interests, to be close, a close friend. I know this would confuse things, leave feelings, ambiguous messages left unopened. This is why I refrain and strain to hold in all of the pain of this...
I wish you well, whether towards heaven or hell for I cannot tell why you broke your own shell to fell our bond so strong built for so long… I suppose the tension that neither side dared to mention cause distortion and dimension to collapse as the thread snapped… If only with her all-seeing eye she could see that her eye sees not all, but instead “I,” herself, itself, but...
Sick and tired of being misunderstood.
Act any more jewish and even I will want to burn you in a furnace.
Surrounded by your posse, I have only biased opinions. I need a second angle from the same plane. I don’t need the full three-sixty, just one tenth deviation either way so that the peace sign where the war is waged loses its balance. I need council, I need distortion. Without you, mystery friend, resistance is futile. The phantom never asks for favors in return… but just this...
I feel the speed neutralizing, the wounds cauterizing. My mind is well, no pain nor swell, my body no longer put through hell and as you can clearly tell the sickness was quelled. Regrowth taken flight as momentum builds with great might as my life climbs to new heights and my potential to be fulfilledas was my right. Awareness will never dull as the darkness can always cull at the bottom of the...
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Next wave of awsome random pictures to come! Kind of forgot which ones I had already used earlier…. so I started a whole new collection.