She wandered, determined to find a life.
Haunted, by the time which slipped through her hands. Naive to the world's existence.
He walked a righteous path.
Lonely the ghosts of the past his only accepted companions, from which he could only attempt escape each night.
She cried out, in her pain.
He, did the same.
She screamed.
He slept.
As she lifted her face to plead with the heavens.
He stirred.
For one moment their eyes met.
Locked.
Surprised she blinked.
Baffled he fluttered his eyes to refocus.
Is this real?
She stepped forward.
He returned the advance.
Outstretched arms searching.
Reaching.
Contact.
She tugged at him.
He c
She had known for some time.
As he sat emaciated with apathy,
She began to move forward.
Locked in step had they been for so long;
So rusty weak cracked became the chain of thier love
Broken.
Click. The line goes dead.
Once I was elated.
Now.
Only sadness ensues.
I feel my heart.
Heavy as lead.
My eyes swell.
Tears pushing their way to the surface.
They pool.
And stream relentlessly down my cheeks.
Stinging my lips.
She wandered, determined to find a life.
Haunted, by the time which slipped through her hands. Naive to the world's existence.
He walked a righteous path.
Lonely the ghosts of the past his only accepted companions, from which he could only attempt escape each night.
She cried out, in her pain.
He, did the same.
She screamed.
He slept.
As she lifted her face to plead with the heavens.
He stirred.
For one moment their eyes met.
Locked.
Surprised she blinked.
Baffled he fluttered his eyes to refocus.
Is this real?
She stepped forward.
He returned the advance.
Outstretched arms searching.
Reaching.
Contact.
She tugged at him.
He c
She had known for some time.
As he sat emaciated with apathy,
She began to move forward.
Locked in step had they been for so long;
So rusty weak cracked became the chain of thier love
Broken.
i
come
to
you
over
and
oveR.
all
that
you
desire
i
shall
give
to
yoU.
your
touch
is
worth
all
the
world's
pain,
which
i
would
gladly
endure
for
a
taste
of
yoU.
one
moment
of
bliss,
one hug,
perhaps
even
a
kisS.
over
and
over
again
i
come
near
and
everytime
you
act
as
though
i'm
not
therE.
i'm
trying
to
be
what
you
want
me
to
bE.
One
day
i
just
hope
you
see
how
much
you
mean
to
mE.
If you kiss someone On the tip of their nose — That one goes straight To their heart. I heard it a while ago, And if I love someone Their nose looks cute to me And I feel like touching it. But here’s something sad: What if there’s only emptiness Where their heart used to be? ................ I can’t fix it for them. I can’t pluck my own heart out To plug that hole of theirs To make them feel better While I’m empty and bleeding. They have to find What they had lost, And it has to be theirs, Not someone else’s. Not a substitute, Or worse — a facade, Misleading, doing a disservice Both to them and me. As much as I want to help — I can’t. It’s up to them. I can’t love them out of denial Into genuine connection Between the two, Which cannot be If at least one is missing. Sometimes though I still feel like kissing That cute nose — Most likely when they’re sleeping. I can only hope They Dream of love And go for it, Whatever it takes. But it could be something
In childhood, 'Nature + Nurture' dictate with near entirety, the person we grow to become. Upon entering mental adulthood, however, nature and nurture are no longer factors beyond our control. As if to say, during our formidable years, building blocks are tetrised within us, coming to comprise the young adults we one day suddenly find ourselves to be. What our modern societies, laden with insidious means of control, don't want us to realize is upon entering adulthood we can simply shift our position within nature to better suit our needs and nurture ourselves far more lovingly than any external force could ever be capable. The building blocks placed as our foundations were only done so loosely and without any mortar, less our own stubbornness, with which to bind them. Should we take it upon ourselves to do the arduous labor, those blocks can be removed, one-by-one inspected for cracks, caringly cleaned and re-organized in neatly queued piles awaiting their second life in your
Current Residence: Moody AFB Favourite genre of music: ALL!!! Favourite photographer: sooo many Favourite style of art: Depends on my mood Operating System: Win Vista MP3 player of choice: Ipod Shell of choice: Seashell Wallpaper of choice: None I prefer paint :) Skin of choice: I'm impartial to my own Favourite cartoon character: Spider Man, garfield, Dilbert Personal Quote: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." -Mahatma Gandhi
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When I am sitting outside and my mind indulges in thoughts of you, my pulse quickens and my chest feels simultaneously light as air and heavy enough to hold me securely to the ground. As, the dream of the day smooths the edges of my vision; as if a warm comforting fog has desended upon reality. My mind a glow with fanciful vision of you and me, of us, enraptured in the endless entanglement of we. As a helicopter drones overhead, a car slowly passes by, and the hum of a/c units breaks the illusion in sudden bid for my attention. I allow the disruption, shaken back to reality but with the edges, softer still, than once was. I feel a sense of pe