Will my heart make it? Luna, I know you're laughing at how envious of you I am. Can not you give your light to me without jest? Be-scoff some other morsel in your path.. but not me, for I worship thee in purity--hence no emergency to laugh at my lovely dystrophy. I love thee, so help me, and give me, your clarity. Please.
Wake my dreams a breath of life.
May 31, 2010
May 24, 2010
Don't turn your back on
There in my shoes.
I see my heart dead.
There is the news.
Of people wed.
Here are papers that spread the news.
Here are the words that said:
"Come to my world,"
"Come to my land."
"I dream of you,"
"O, Take my hand."
Sitting there in the brown-black chair.
Smelling the air from the fair.
Lounging back, smelling trees.
Getting down on my knees.
Pray, pray, O come ye pray.
Kneel down with the angels today.
Sing, sing, o do ye sing.
Cling to the words that say:
"I have you here,
Inside my brain.
Each night, I dream,
I see a train."
"It leads to you,
And feels your toil.
My love for you,
It burns with oil."
And feel, I do, the words that spew.
And run like the breeze across the trees.
I smile and think of pain long gone.
Tears dripping unto the paper fronds.
I look at headlines.
They read of fire.
A baby who died.
As black as wire.
I see the ad again;
My eyes do churn.
The water inside;
I feel it burn.
And on my final tear.
A spider-like fear.
O, the news that I was fed,
The final words that said:
"I saw you the other night,
A forest of hues and light.
It was Autumn and around the bend,
I saw you sitting wanting to pretend.
To look me away and pierce in my eyes.
The facts of redemption and cat-like lies.
You were thinking, so studious there.
And when I came up to bare.
You widened your eyes and stared.
On the log you sat, peering into the blue.
I walked closer and I asked you what was new.
You told me that I was wrong.
That you weren't all alone.
And as I listened to the song.
I started to feel your woe."
So I should listen to some tall tree,
A long paper of blasphemy?
I've cried so long and I'm tired of lies.
Give me a man of great surprise.
Who will endeavor to be my whole.
The piece that needs to fit my soul.
And love me for eternity, if you dare.
Come to me now, don't massively share.
Put those words into my heart.
Not a paper of fancy art.
I want this to be all mine.
And selfish vows on fancy pine?
They should be mine!
They shouldn't be shared.
But I'll find you now.
Oh then, let us compare!
We'll show every talent we can muster from within.
I'll give my everything from my blood to my skin.
This desire, this lust, this dream to be your kin.
It won't falter as long as we don't give in.
As long as you don't leave me behind.
Or forget that you were my surprise.
A gift from the Goddess, a love with a vow.
Don't you dare turn your back on me now.
I see my heart dead.
There is the news.
Of people wed.
Here are papers that spread the news.
Here are the words that said:
"Come to my world,"
"Come to my land."
"I dream of you,"
"O, Take my hand."
Sitting there in the brown-black chair.
Smelling the air from the fair.
Lounging back, smelling trees.
Getting down on my knees.
Pray, pray, O come ye pray.
Kneel down with the angels today.
Sing, sing, o do ye sing.
Cling to the words that say:
"I have you here,
Inside my brain.
Each night, I dream,
I see a train."
"It leads to you,
And feels your toil.
My love for you,
It burns with oil."
And feel, I do, the words that spew.
And run like the breeze across the trees.
I smile and think of pain long gone.
Tears dripping unto the paper fronds.
I look at headlines.
They read of fire.
A baby who died.
As black as wire.
I see the ad again;
My eyes do churn.
The water inside;
I feel it burn.
And on my final tear.
A spider-like fear.
O, the news that I was fed,
The final words that said:
"I saw you the other night,
A forest of hues and light.
It was Autumn and around the bend,
I saw you sitting wanting to pretend.
To look me away and pierce in my eyes.
The facts of redemption and cat-like lies.
You were thinking, so studious there.
And when I came up to bare.
You widened your eyes and stared.
On the log you sat, peering into the blue.
I walked closer and I asked you what was new.
You told me that I was wrong.
That you weren't all alone.
And as I listened to the song.
I started to feel your woe."
So I should listen to some tall tree,
A long paper of blasphemy?
I've cried so long and I'm tired of lies.
Give me a man of great surprise.
Who will endeavor to be my whole.
The piece that needs to fit my soul.
And love me for eternity, if you dare.
Come to me now, don't massively share.
Put those words into my heart.
Not a paper of fancy art.
I want this to be all mine.
And selfish vows on fancy pine?
They should be mine!
They shouldn't be shared.
But I'll find you now.
Oh then, let us compare!
We'll show every talent we can muster from within.
I'll give my everything from my blood to my skin.
This desire, this lust, this dream to be your kin.
It won't falter as long as we don't give in.
As long as you don't leave me behind.
Or forget that you were my surprise.
A gift from the Goddess, a love with a vow.
Don't you dare turn your back on me now.
May 18, 2010
Unrequited love stinks
My friend Monty bought me a cactus from Ikea yesterday and I absolutely love it. :) It's so cute!
Although, the bugger has already pricked me quite a few times. I have no idea how I'm going to transplant this.
Lately, my heart has been up and down.. but predominately confused. I will focus on my language tomorrow though. It's decided.
May 15, 2010
My face is only apart of my vessel. It doesn't show who I am inside, but it does hint at it. Look at me with this idea in mind. Inside, I am a swamp of life teeming everywhere. Underneath, there is a world of vast complexity and many differences.
My face, my body, is just the surface of this swamp acting as a mirror by reflecting the outside world.
May 10, 2010
Words of wisdom
In order for energy to change form, work must be done. Work is defined as a force exerted to do movement. This world is a constant motion of energies changing form.
When we walk, we only push the air in front of us... and as we move forward, the air fills the spot where your body was. It is like water. When we get in a tub, it seems the water rises.
That is because the water is only filling the gap that our body created.. since the water cannot go through our body, it only goes around it.
Life, existence.. earth.. it is all one atom after another--all connected. From our bodies, to the water, to the air that we breathe to sustain our life.. it is all connected; atom by atom by atom.
So when we feel these emotions inside of us.. the ones that hurt us so badly.. we want to rid them. And the only way to rid the emotions is to change the energy.. to do work on the energy to change it; doing work on the feelings to change them.. so we voice our feelings and emotions.
When you bottle them up, the energy rises and increases in frequency.. thus breaking us apart because our body cannot contain the high build-up of energy. Our body is only meant as a vessel for our mind, soul, and spirit to exist. It is our home.
Our very home.
When we walk, we only push the air in front of us... and as we move forward, the air fills the spot where your body was. It is like water. When we get in a tub, it seems the water rises.
That is because the water is only filling the gap that our body created.. since the water cannot go through our body, it only goes around it.
Life, existence.. earth.. it is all one atom after another--all connected. From our bodies, to the water, to the air that we breathe to sustain our life.. it is all connected; atom by atom by atom.
So when we feel these emotions inside of us.. the ones that hurt us so badly.. we want to rid them. And the only way to rid the emotions is to change the energy.. to do work on the energy to change it; doing work on the feelings to change them.. so we voice our feelings and emotions.
When you bottle them up, the energy rises and increases in frequency.. thus breaking us apart because our body cannot contain the high build-up of energy. Our body is only meant as a vessel for our mind, soul, and spirit to exist. It is our home.
Our very home.
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