Smile and Dance!Everybody smile and dance!
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.
Lonely AloneI have become so used to feeling alone that it literally has resided in me.Now I know when I am alone and when I feel lonely.They are both the same to me.Because at the end of the day, they both describe me.
Keep LivingNo matter how much pain I feel or how badly I was hurt...I refuse to give up on life and to lie down and die.This life is hard but nothing is ever easy.I will stand up and fight through these challenges in life.
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
alcohol and words sometimes mixHe said good night because he couldn’t say goodbye.It was one of those times when his tongue was an anger,his insides an outburst of words and every particle of the universehe has inside him. He was fourteen when he made the excuse it was probably the overwhelmof being anti-poetic and Shakespeareanat the same time that robbed his voice box of his voice. He’s twenty-three now,taller with his own share of metaphoric broken bones and drunken one-night stands but none the wiser on the starshe keeps wishing on. There are two things you can have when you’re afraid:courage or more fear. And he realised with a smirk and a pitfall in his stomach,that he’d been allowing himself to ride more on the latter.But yes, he loved her very much.He just got too drunkon the poesy of unrequited love.
SapiosexualI don’t know what I’ll dowhen the first fistfulof dirt hits the bottom.Maybe I’ll follow you to the grave.Or maybe I’ll prayfor a zombie apocalypse,so we can dine on eachother’s brains one more time.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
TakenIt was just a strategic readjustment.It was just a necessary tactical move.It was just your finger moving half an inch leftand curling slightly.It was just the centimeter or two of differencebetween the moment that just was,and the one that is,but you reached for my handand you took my heart.
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
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
A Somber NightA Somber Night 1/1/07The times we spent together weighheavily on my mind.Red was your flowing dresson our second date.Yellow, the tulips I gaveyou on our six month anniversary.Our life before the incident is a blur.Green was the grass we laid inas we gazed at the brilliant stars all night.What are you thinking now?Are you thinking at all?We were as one, our bodies intertwined.Remember how we would interpretthe shining ones as our imaginations wandered?I stayed up all night when you got sick.When I view the stars now...I die a little inside.Black is the color I wear.Blue is the feeling I am fighting.You were the one I wanted todrink coffee with every morning.You left without explanation.You left too soon.Orange shined down on your tousledhair at dawn - the waves remind of pain.Yellow is the sunrise we can't share anymore.I envision your last breath.Anger engulfs my eyes withtranslucent capsules.The Silver stars never lie,their light continues to shine,des
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only oneto walk like there areskeletons underfoot,who looks both waystwicebefore crossing the roadbecause you"knew a girl who";you are aliveand you will experiencehurt, and you willbe so thankfulfor every painful breath you takebecause it's better than wheneverything goes quietand all you feel is exhaustion.there is more than justone cold snapbefore you enterthe winter of your life.there are spellsof sadness and rage,hate and denialof all that you knowand all that you deserve;and you are not the only oneto fight for everyday you are here,alive and breathingand striving to thriveon such an unforgiving planet,in such a worldthat births emotional desertsin its people;you are not the only onewho hurts--please,be gentle.
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.