You're my life line,
Without you I'll drown,
I'll sink to the bottom,
And in the journey,
I'll see only emptiness,
I'll see only darkness,
At the bottom,
Under the pressure,
In the end,
I'll return to dust.
With the wind I goWith the wind I go
The wind is carrying me
I'm not moving but I'm floating
I go left and I go right
It's like a second part of me is exploring
I see beauties
I see beasts
I see rights
And I see wrongs
I am illuminated by the sun
I'm struck down by the thunder
I'm flown up high by the wind
I'm crushed down by the attraction
I really feel alive
I really feel like flying
I really feel I belong here.
Listening to stonesListening to stones
Let's take a minute,
And listen to stones,
Take one and put it to your ear,
Listen to it talk loud and clear,
Close your eyes and...
make it speak,
It says it's happy,
it's now hovering in the air,
It's taking some time to take her breath,
But there it is…
There was once a stone,
She was cold and covered in snow,
People would walk over it and not notice it,
People would crush her and make it weak,
But someone came and dug deep,
He took it and brushed the snow off of it,
She said she was glad not to be cold anymore,
But her silence said she wanted more,
But someone took her to its ear and listened…
He listened to her breath,
He listened to her stillness,
He listened to her all the time,
Then he started to hear,
He heard the story about the lake,
How could you live inside the water and not be a fish,
He heard the story about he throwing,
How even a stone remembers it has been thrown,
He heard the story about the question,
To which is answer is yes,
I like trainsI like trains
Yeah you heard well,
I love trains,
But what I love most,
Are the people inside,
I look at them,
And only see good people,
A story for each one,
I like to think of those stories,
Who is going where?
And as I think that,
I see the landscape run around me,
I'm transported to another world,
In which I will stay but a moment,
Until I come back to mine.
It's magicalYou know it's magical
When you look at someone
And your heart start racing
When you think of this someone
And smile intensely
When you imagine yourself with her
And automatically feel happier
We're all magicians!
Because our heart is racing
Because we smile intensely
Because we like to feel happier
This moment is magical
Because I'm thinking of you
And my heart is racing
My lips are curling into a smile
And my inner self is feeling happier already
All of this is thanks to you!
You're a magical girl
And I'm under your charm.
I sinkI sink
Each day I sink a bit more
The first day I just knee in water
I pray that everything I'm hearing
That everything I'm seeing
That everything I'm feeling
Is just an illusion.
The second day I lay down
Water starts covering my ears
So I don't hear all those beautiful things
Then water starts covering my mouth
So I'm unable to speak
To yell at the dark
To shot curses at the void
Now the water is covering my eyes
So that i can't see your beauty anymore
I'm blind to everything that could cause me joy
I'm blind to everything that could cause me pain
Finally the water covers my nose
So that I can't breath anymore
Why breath without you?
Why live if I can't see you?
Why live of I can't hear your sweet words?
Why live if I can't say I love you?
Why live if I can't see your beauty anymore?
I will lay down and keep sinking
Rejoin the darkness
Be crushed by the pressure
And then just vanish.
I'm just jealousI'm just jealous
I'm just jealous of you,
I'm jealous of your lustrous body,
I'm jealous of your happiness,
I'm jealous of the things you do that I can't,
I'm jealous because I love you,
I'm jealous because I would do anything for you,
I'm jealous because the mere though of you makes me feel queezy,
I'm jealous because I would like to have you here,
I'm jealous for all those things,
I'm jealous about even more things,
Because I'm just jealous of you.
A given for a lostA given for a lost
I give but I also lose too,
I gave everything,
But I lost equally,
I keep on giving,
I keep on losing,
I must be mad,
I must be crazy,
I must be in love.
I'm betweenI'm in between two angels,
I'm in between two caring people,
I'm in between two good friends,
They give me strength,
They give me confidence,
They give me everything,
I give them my experience,
I give them some presents,
I give them all that I am,
I'm between two lovely girls,
And I'm happy!
It stirs the soulIt stirs the soul
Stir for a bit,
Stir for a bit more,
Stir for even a bit more,
Put everything together,
and you'll get passion,
Then you'll be able,
To defy the impossible,
Then you'll be able,
To imagine the future,
You'll be able,
To change the world,
All this will stir you soul,
This is... TED.
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
not grief, but something like itmy grandmother's tartan bag sits on an upside-down bucket in the basement,
full to the brim with little liquor bottles and cardboard boxes
I go to do the laundry,
pass it twice an hour
and every time, just for a moment, I think she's visiting
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat
The WandererMy life itself was like a thick haze,
I recall barely living, simply moving,
From place to place.
So often I'd see myself in dreary corner,
Watching others go by,
Their shoes shuffling across the wooden floor.
As I slipped deeper into a living coma.
And then, I saw him,
Like a nightmarish figure from my darkest dreams.
When he spoke, it was in the quietest of voices,
But I knew I had to follow...
And wherever he went,
Wherever he forced me to tread...
I knew I would only step ever deeper,
Into the burning pits of hell...
What We Eat to SurviveAlone, the air starts smelling like
scrambled eggs and a rat that
died in the wall. Mayflower sons,
Puritan daughters, that kind of lineage.
Alone, their thoughts detach from mildewed
ceilings. Crashed and peering under doors
with lurching frames, someone speaks.
Until. But nothing ever opens.
Alone, one voice in particular, and the train
across town interrupts it. One in particular,
murmurs an old song about the leagues of
suffering that half a century can bring.
Alone, and the first thing he sees are his father’s bones.
What we eat to survive. Cast iron shadows,
a fishing rod in the corner, sister’s torn prom dress.
What we eat to survive.