if you have no choice but to accept that this world is real, would you be able do anything to fill it with the colors of your dreams?
live your dreams, or let them leave you.
to the magical worldif you could warp away to the magical world
you always wished to live in,
would you be able to leave everything in this world and fly away?
show me your dreamsit doesn't matter how vast your dreams are, but how much of it you turned into reality.
are you living or preparing to live?Are you waiting for tomorrow? Or for the next year? Do still feel the years that passed? Many of us live for a moment in the future, but we have to realize that, this moment, now, was a moment in the future, once in the past. And when that moment in the future comes, will you then enjoy your view, stop and breathe, tell your close ones that you love them? Oftentimes, we forget what we wanted before, and exchange them with what we want now. Which sucks us into an unstoppable cycle of deluding destination in the future. We are not enjoying our life. Yet. Perhaps it is not the journey that is important, but the moment. Breathe, because I love you, and you love me.
don't.tonight, i will peel back
the sky beneath my skin
and count the raindrops
that are slowly bleeding
tonight, i will reach farther
through these rusted bones,
and craft the harshest words
that will rip apart my
tonight, i will waste away,
weaving a tender womb
that will never be given
tonight, i am trapped
in a weak and foreign body
that i will never learn to
tonight, i will allow pain
to be conceived and
tonight feels like the
but tonight, i am the
Bittersweet LoverCongratulations to the girl
Who made it into your heart.
From this distance where I'm watching,
You two seem so delighted
To be walking down the street together
Holding hands while snow falls down.
I see that you are smiling
More than you ever did with me.
I no longer try to wonder
Why I could never make you do that,
But instead I try to think of
How much better off you are.
You look so happy
From where I'm standing,
And I guess
I should be, too,
As soon as I get over you.
Your SmileDo you think I could see you soon?
Say tomorrow around noon?
I really miss your smile,
So could I stay for a while?
I just want to spend time with you.
I really don't care what we do.
We could sit there and talk,
Or maybe go for a walk.
It doesn't matter to me,
As long as we're together, don't you see?
You can hold me tight;
Doesn't it feel so right?
Honey, you own my heart;
You have from the very start.
So, let's hang out soon.
We will shoot for tomorrow afternoon.
Then I can see your smile,
And stay for just a while.
~Ashley Tia Long~
Fear Not the NightFear not the night
And all its sights,
Or lack thereof, who knows?
When darkness falls,
And Fear, she calls,
‘I know your weakness grows!’
It is but a game,
A lie that she claims,
And lord, it surely shows.
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and nod when needed.
If you can’t tell me in person, you incessantly try to call me or even text.
I can feel my tolerance and patience gradually wearing thin.
I am not even sure how much longer I can hold it in.
I want to tell you the truth but I don’t know how to phrase it.
Because I know once it is delivered, it is impossible to erase it.
So I have
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging Fire
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
Beauty in the BreakdownYou can let go
Forget everything and dive
Just simply let go
My love you are too taunt
All you need to do is jump in
Observe the sky and the water
Watch as we let go and fall in love
Hand in hand we will let go
We will jump and arch our backs into a dive
We will dive into our dreams and fantasies
Nothing can ever touch us
Together we are a force of nature
Apart we are chaos at it's finest
We will create memories and forget the old pain
We will break away from our past
So we will let go
We will fall as one
Our fingers entwined
Feeling the beauty in our breakdown
Our breakdown will cause flowers to bloom
The sun to shine
Dark clouds to disappear
And most of all our souls will shine as pure as ever
In the end
As we finish our dive
Together as one force
We will feel the beauty in the breakdown
360 Blind Eyes360° Blind Eyes
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
Love's ImprintI still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Nic (Chapter 1) part 1 Cold.
The only feeling that was worth noticing in this bright, loud room. Everyone pleased with themselves. Everyone simply taken alight with their fantasies, that may or may not ever come true. Who am I? I am Nic. Sometimes I think I was cursed to be this way. Even my parent's named me "nothing". Just so that when I introduce my self I can say "Hello, I am Nic. I am Nothing."
This classroom is the vain of my existence. Full of unworthy souls stealing precious air that I once thought was sacred. How could they be so selfish? They steal our air, our thoughts, our minds.
To think that once, not to long ago, I was a part of this never ending cycle. The cycle of hate, lies, greed and misery. Why was I so foolish? I should've known better. But I didn't. I followed them around aimlessly, like a dog, hoping that they would give me the time of day, that they would somehow understand me. But that was a big mi
On Recursive ThoughtsThis curve of bone no more than
a whitened hive. Inside,
legs, jointed. How these feet catch
and scratch and cling,
a claw in each synapse,
a voice for each and every touch.
A why and why again.
A gauze of wings, held up,
a gauze before my eyes, a misted world,
those stick-dry veins blurred and close.
Somewhere the scent of venom,
the sharpness caught behind my skull.
Each needle-sting a thought and thought again,
a layering up, another string of words,
another cascade of loosened thoughts, a buzz
of voices with their tired whys.
One day I may open this hive-mouth
and watch the exodus go by.
All I Need is You (pt.1) Josh went through each day of his life barely making it to the next. Every minute at school, he was threatened. Tortured by the constant assault on him. In endless torment, he gradually became insane. The vast majority of his teachers flunked him in their classes out of spite, simply because they didn't like the way he looked. Even his parents, his own flesh and blood, beat him, yelled at him and nearly abandoned him one too many times.
On this fateful day, something seemed different. Josh walked this path every morning and afternoon. It was tattooed into his mind, into his very being. One, two, three, four. Why did something seem different? Five, six, seven, eight. Only a few hundred metres from school, the air had a sudden chill. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. A single drop fell onto Josh's nose.
As the rain picked up, there was a sudden static in the air. And then, it all fell apart. A sudden boom in the air signaled the start of a thunder
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal Wind
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Land of Pie part 1 of 4 Long ago, there were peaceful creatures, known as the pie. The pie loved to frolic in the meadow, they loved to play fight and for those that crossed the all powerful god, they were killed and served to the people. The people were hard to satisfy.
The first pie ever to be given to a human was given as a tribute, as the human craved a new desert. Stanley was known as the crook of the land of pie. After hearing that the human was looking to eat a desert, the pie people were more than happy to give the humans this bad pie.
Unknown to the pie people, the human that was given Stanley as a tribute, started to crave pie. The pie people had overlooked one crucial fact. Pie is delicious.
The human that tasted this first pie, was named Steve. Steve was a simple man, of italian descent. He had taken much in his life. Ice cream from the land of Narnia, cookies from Andremma, marshmallows from Dravia and lasagna from Blu Procrasti-Nation.