YeahIt is useless to waste time on things that do not benefit you.But all the more beneficial to help others around you.
:(I need a hug...
Live For YouBe that courageous star the drifts freely from the others.You are not alone.You are spontaneous.Do not be a mirror image of someone else.Paint your own portrait.Do not follow someone else's shadow.Create your very own light.Life for yourself...not others.Never quit a race or a puzzle.Finish it to the end.It does not matter is you win or not.The joy comes in knowing that you finished.You completed your task.Effort is so much better then rejoicing over the misfortune of others.
Spirit of a Hero that ShinesBe the Hero that Shines through the day and night.Let your Spirit roam free and peacefully.Live your life in joy and love.Never let anyone keep you down.
Nightmare Fairy Tale"Once upon a time I loved them.To this day I wonder why I ever did love them...They were not my dream or my fairy tale.Only the nightmare that tore me apart."
Write Your Own Life StoryDo not let others define who you are.Only you can define you.We are the authors of our own life.Do not let any one else write your story.
enduring biopoiesis getting over it in quick gasps of rabbit fur and valley tangles we would have had such darling alcoholic babies together swilling burgundy, strung out on fake roses floating on our sun-striped backs but we're so happy like this, remember? some world-children cutting out, tuning in yet nothing happens
slippers your ghost eats peanut butter out of the jar. an atomic grease fire tongues our oven like an aneurysm. if only we walked on clouds if only we lived in the belly of the ocean
Cheshire Cat-Pandora HeartsRingRingKitty EarsKitty TailRing-RingRing-RingEyes the color of crimsonClothes black like nightingalesRing-a-LingRing-a-LingChalky white skinWith disinterested gazeRing-Ring-RingRing-Ring-RingHair dark blood and disarrayClaws covered with maliceMeowMeowThe kitty smells evil bringersTo hurt its lost masterHissHissThe calm but volatile catProtects its masters harsh memoriesFrom the master herselfGood kittyBut you job is doneGo to sleepAnd perish within your mazeMade by the Abyss
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade 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
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightWhose armor shines so bright.Give me the Knight,Whose armor is dull and broken.Whose horse is weary,Whose heart is heavy.Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,For that dragon has done nothing,And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,But wants to free the dragon,Who does not wish to marry her savior--Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,Who wants to live and to learn.For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,But to see the world and live in the light.Do not give me the evil dragon,Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.No, give me the dragon who is weary,Who longs for the freedom of the sky,Whose leg is burdened with chains,And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,Lest h
heart brokenIn my dreamsIt was me in your armsMy lips on yoursThere was only usAnd the cloudsAnd the starsIt was the world and usIt was us against the worldBut in your arms I could take itAnything the world dished outAnd with your kisses I was strong againIn my dreams it was me in your armsMy lips on yoursBut in realityIt's always been her
you can't have it allBut you can have eating wild grapes and their skin like beetle wingscocooned in bruises. You can have swings that go so high you kicka hole in the clouds. You can have chickens following you through the front doorand the cat’s gift to say, Look, I am taking care of you.You can have happiness, but tempered asyour first taste of wine when you hid your puckering facebecause you were eight years old and dangerous.You can have a touch you blush for, ferret hands dancing,small and terrifying and knowledgable.You can have an aspiration of “us” held on one stool leg, darting breaths butnever admitting to dreams, to a stew of practicality.You can talk to her, sometimes,and even mean something.You can have the book you stole after she stumbled,and “that” word sank into your hands. You can’t cure cancer,but you can have two sets of spoons in the same sinkalthough she’s only touched the one you lent her,the one you didn’t expe
san gabrielSometimes you dream about a burning grocery store and it means nothing.This is me standing in a hallway realizing that the people who leftaren't showing up for dinner, that's why it's only a theory.Look at these streetlights, look at you wearing that wreckage on your face,soaked in radio. To white windmills flickering across the coast, toyour dogs barking like shootouts behind these gates. An old forest flashesagainst the bridge and starts breathing; headlights bleach our hillsand you say "What kind of ending is this, I'm never here anymore." And Hell yeah,I think, how insane that the species blooms in catastrophe, how improbableto survive this lottery, to conquer the probability of having never blinkedtoward the blinding white shipwreck, to find an abandoned planetand fill it with chairs. And this too; we sit in a parking lot in California,the hospital glowing around us, and roll a blunt. Yellow light humming like soil,twitching like grass. It's been quiet, I say, my phon
david and goliath.He passes underthe dying streetlamps'orange halos,darkening splashes on his face,cloud-lungs heavingagainst the rooftops.The tarmac, painted with his footsteps,whispers, purrs,white lines of vertebraetickle along its back.Lovely glass, shattered fragmentsruffle the curb of the pavement,strands of rainwaterwhisper along the gutterin hymnal honesty; and sunlight seems swallowedby the swollen beast of night.The starsprickle at the back of his memory,a nervous pattern of speech,syllables of iambic chatteringteeth against the cold:the hotel window, shining withthe gaze of a thousand tourists' wonderment,is where his own eyes rest,as if the world is born anewand love-songs spike the evening airhis life-tousled hair. Hewalks on, passes on,a stranger in a foreign land;the moonlight seemsto turn about him, embrace his form,a lonely touch, not quite animate in its caress,but his love was the colourof seawater on gravel,and he would not take the taste of her brea
True Fact #113I really despise copycats. I really do. There is not a single word alone that can possibly express how much it annoys the living hell out of me. It's not cute or adorable or inspiring. It is hella annoying.