Ripples in the pond of life
Emanate from the core
Reverberating as echos...
When the pebble of decision
Follows the action
Of the first step.... drop
Lady LilyLady Lily and the Woodsman
She is she...
The blossoming lily,
Floating on the lake of serenity...
Beckoning him from the woods of despair...
To drink of the water
That quenches his spirit
And fills him with the ripples
Of joyful, calm love.
He is he...
Stepping from the abyss
Of the darkness of the woods...
To fill his palm
With the clear water
Embodying the elegant spirit
And quench his thirst,
Of letting his old soul
By the joyful, calm love
Together they are complete.
Life ThoughtLife Thoughts
Enacted only by the mind's agenda, is unfulfilled...
Ruled only by the heart's emotion, is unimaginable...
Evolving from the nexus of the two Realms intertwined, is truly complete...
Aerith - For my Whole Life
For my whole life I have thought of this moment.
When it would come, how it would happen.
It is my fate, so inevitable and inescapable.
Ive always known it would come.
Ive always be prepared.
But I never realized how much it would hurt him.
He can be like a child, when lost and fragile.
A man so strong, yet so weak.
I knew him so; I did not want to let him go.
The pain I would leave him would scar him.
The regret I would give him would burden him.
My decision would break him.
As I sunk deeper into the darkness,
I saw much sadness in his eyes.
The sight pained me much; I never saw him as such.
I wanted to reach out to him.
I wanted to let him know that I was okay.
But he would never know of my presence.
Ill come back when its all over. I had told him.
But I would never return; it was only later that he would learn:
We would never be together again.
I never got to meet him,
I never got the chance to tell him how I felt,
But the memories we
An Atheist mayAn Atheist may seem like they've simply given up on life.
But in truth, they are the ones who are living life to the fullest.
They do not think that there is an after life
where we can frolic and dance for eternity.
They believe that the life they live right now, is the only
life they have, and the only life they will ever have.
They treasure life more then anyone.
They care about others not because they were
told that it is the right thing to do, but because
they feel that it is the right thing to do.
Vampires heartacheI awake in the night;
I can no longer sleep.
I don't see myself in mirrors;
I see somebody else.
I am alone.
I am dead.
The red stripes on white flesh
Keep me somewhat Sane.
I stare at the ceiling;
It is as cold and dead as I am.
The pain burns within;
as my life slowly fades away.
Too YoungThey say I'm too young
Too little for his hands
Too fragile to be flung
Too young to understand
They say I'm too young
Too little for the streets
Too fragile to be hung
Too young to really see
They say I'm too young
Too little for your drugs
Too fragile for your tongue
Too young to hold your hug
They say I'm too young
Too little for myself
Too fragile to be among
Too young for my own health
I've been waiting for years now.
When will I actually be old enough
To face the world?
Alaska Young, As Told by MilesYou're the most invincible, defiant,
person I have ever met.
person I have ever loved.
you want to know how to get out, out of the maze.
out of this labyrinth of suffering, labyrinth of pain.
take your white flowers and rush head on into your towers of books.
only one layer between us now, a line blurred by Strawberry Hill and twisted obsessions with last words.
have you finally escaped?
Don't Look Downdontlookdown
dont look down
Shes hiding her heart behind the fortress walls
of her tightly compressed skin stretched over
her love starved skeleton; shes begging for redemption.
She lives on leftover wishes that have been thrown
away and rejected by shallow girls who have it all.
dont break now
the god memorandum
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through the clouds, mingles with starlight, and finds its way to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the nest of its mother, a child thrashing helplessly in a pond, and a son shredding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its cause ... and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been bartered for security.
You weep for all your talent that has been wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you turn in terror from the image you see in the pool. Who is this mockery of humanity staring back at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
The Relationship...."Times like these. Someone is writing and we are only words."
a small tree
there you were beneath it and lifting one arm up,
throwing one arm back,
in a Venetian garden (I think;
the details are unclear now, muted nouns)
and reaching for it, stretching and reaching,
while the strangest nakedness bathed your body, softened by sunlight.
if only I could paint you as you are
in my deepest of dreams,
with sour citrus fruits.
a medieval invention
plotted the course of our stars today; jokingly,
we listen to the fortune teller who says
'You were alchemists in a life past,
but I do not know if you were lovers
as she plotted the course of your hand,
the lines drawn zodiacally
to determine the altitude of the sun.
an apple-green chalcedony
lay there imagined in the hollow of your neck
where collar-bone met collar-bone,
the smooth white and the gemstone like a bee
Asexual loveNext to each other, we lay, eyes looking skywards. The deep green grass tickles my skin while the moisture of morning dew hangs in the air. I turn my head and she turns hers. Our eyes meet, and at once, we feel the connection that has sparked so long ago. Both of us had felt that powerful connection, in which the souls meet, not just our eyes.
Shyly, she holds out her hand and I eagerly take it. Together, our fingers twine. Her warmth is soothing. I feel no lust, as much as she is beautiful for even now, there is no need for lust. Only love.
Our sides begin to touch. I wrap my free arm around her in an odd sort of hug. She giggles softly at this and hugs me back.
How our love sparkles, beneath the dawn sky. Even though there are no witnesses, the presence of each other is the only thing I hold most dear.
I may not know a lot, but I do know this love is not just a mixture of hormones and chemicals. Its real.