Raw Hours (Part I)I’ve never had so much power pounding through my veins;Raw Hours (Part I) by ~singmyheartout4you
A deadly fire in which I’m battling the desire to hold it all contained.
Each beat of my heart sends these needles showering through my being.
Each fraction of the second I feel me rising from this sinking.
And this energy, this chaos surging within me,
It shakes me, burns me, leaves me barely breathing.
I’m trembling, its raging, it tries to claim my soul.
Im battling and clinging, like dangerous thunder, through my bones it rolls.
Over flowing, bursting, bubbling over. This feeling spilling, rushing through my whole.
This rush, this agony, this surging, attempt at
An Underground City (3)All the way to his house the boy was rambling on none stop. He led her on the other side of the underground city where seemed to be the residence of the people. There were identical round doors with an identical round window to the left in every channel now. Some had pots and flower beds outside of their doors while others had wind chimes, even though wind didn’t blow down there. Mothers had brooms on their hands cleaning the paved road and chatting with each other and the laughter of the children playing here and there was heard from everywhere. Emma remembered the stories her grandmother used to tell her when she was little. People thAn Underground City (3) by *NoodlesAddict
Awareness is the greatest richness..Awareness” is the greatest richness that is happening in you; that can happen in you. And the only essential time for this happening is Now. This awakening to your awareness is explosive, very volcanic and a real alignment of perfection; a greatest tuning. And simply a state of your being. Very naturally. It is your real presence. A prime divine fragrance of your soul; greatest brightness of your Being. Your soul becomes an oasis of transformation and takes your life to its highest level of real life. And you rejoice in your awareness .You are at most excellent, most brilliant, most eternal point of your core. And now communication is tAwareness is the greatest richness.. by ~tinyclear007
Peace is found in the mindPeace is found in the mind individually first, and then created through our choices while dealing with the chaos in life. It can not be given, it can only be attained through our personal perspective, and physical actions.Peace is found in the mind by ~tinyclear007
The roots of our life are anchored in the respect for our family, culture, and beliefs. Yet the winds of illuminating knowledge and truth, bring us our own intelligence and wisdom in reality.
If we do not hear or find the truth or gain intelligence, then we are left holding an empty cup of understanding. When we have the patience to look into our inner thoughts, we find illuminating realizations about our current and past
Lost HorizonYou are my lost horizon even if I've never found you.Lost Horizon by *capnwally
I watch you off in the distance day and night, always just out of reach.
Found a way to never be too far away though.
I follow you around in my dreams, and your never more than a sleep away.
The MoonMost people want to be like the sun, always shining bright.. But I want to be like the moon, because while the sun abandons us in our darkest hours, the moon rises above to watch over us all.The Moon by *capnwally
PaintI dropped my paintbrush in the dirtPaint by *capnwally
painting you was just too much hurt
I painted over where your mural use to be
your lost beauty was more then i wished to see
away towards the clouds you flew
praying for only you
no one else will replace what I've lost
no credit card could hold the cost
I met you working behind a carnival booth
you asked for nothing but the truth
i never ever lied
or at least i tried
I was blessed with your kiss
your lips were my bliss
God decided to take you away
now its just another lonely day
Seductressswearing when we're at my parentsSeductress by *capnwally
always crude in our favorite restaurant
wearing things in public to make even women of the night blush
who knew you could set a record for public indecency
I never imagined I'd get tazed all because of a girl
the way I see it there's too many angels anyway
so I'd do it all over again
cuz your my seductress
If I grow up"I want to be a doctor."
It had been a simple question that the nurse had asked me and I had replied with an equally simple answer.
One that would most definitely please her and hopefully would stop her from lingering on the subject.
She exchanged the almost empty sack of medicine next to my bed for a full one and smiled at me.
"Really? Now why is that?"
Another simple question and once again a million thoughts ran through my head.
"I want to make children like me better."
Her friendly smile turned into one of sympathy a she gave me a small pat on the shoulder and left the room.
I did it.
I had told her exactly what she wanted to
Hostage MindAllow me the pleasure of telling you the truth;
of your beloved little reality.
The curtains that blow and billow such as the limbs of a willow,
the curtains that gather and flow over your sleeping form,
they are nothing more than tattered fabric,
hanging limp and suffocating your room.
Moonlight that filters lushly around your fortress from out the clouds,
the moonlight that touches silvers jewels and shines of them,
it's nothing more than feeble, watery rays,
occasionally sneaking in through those torn drapes.
The vibrant colours of the outside woods,
the colours that shine of autumn and spring and warm things,
they are merely
Eye of The Sandstorm:thumb324229444:
Your eyes, they put me far outside, I've searched the realms so far and wide
I've been across the seas and lands but none could match those eyes worldwide
Mark my words in this decree, it matters not if you agree
When you look around with orbs as pure as rich mahogany
Such beauty, far outside the norm; they told me of a heart so warm
I'm helpless when engulfed; behold that eye within your own sandstorm
Coffee, chocolate interweaves; the cave of Ali Baba's Thieves:
Earthen-deep, a copper mine like dark October leaves
Rustic helm of Anteros, whose beauty unto all engross
Take pride, my dear; there's not one mortal that comes close.
show them (what you're made of)i'm flesh and bone,
without a home
it's not the same,
when you're alone.
i wrap my heart,
inside my chest,
protect it like,
an army vest.
oh, what is love
i'll never know…
run up and down
an empty road.
oh, what is trust
i wish i'd heal
my heart is glass
my ribs are steel.
memories don't just fadeMy eyes are red and bloodshot, with low-lying eyelids.
I widen them; it stings a little.
So I squeeze them shut, and open them again
- very slowly.
I've been sobbing on my pillow; it's smudged with my mascara.
Why didn't I take my makeup off before I went to bed?
What was the point of that question?
I sigh, I know exactly why there's no room in my mind
for thoughts about skincare.
I turn back to the mirror on my bedside, and trail my gaze down from my pathetic eyes
toward a purple gash running diagonally from my cupids bow
to the left side of my cheek.
My lip is split, so it hurts to talk now.
"If I slice your mouth sweetie
Smells of ink,
Still warm from the printer.
Choose the best answer
Not the three that are good.
We are brainwashed;
There is only one right answer
Success is only measured in one way.
Filling in a bubble:
Right or wrong,
We are turned into points;
Small black circles.
But that is not life;
There is not always one right answer.
There are good choices
And all right choices.
There are bad choices too,
But we are not defined by them.
We can change our minds,
Change our path.
Some paths may be better than others,
But we can still be successful
Rose on a grave.Was it just yesterday that you left my life?
Every minute feels like an eon
And every breath hurts like a knife.
Will I make it to the dawn?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sorry
For not being there when it happened?
Dear God, will you tell her that story
About the lost ship and the angry captain?
Dear God, will you sing her to sleep
Every night that she's lonely?
Dear God, will you tell her to keep
In mind that she's the one and only?
Dear God, will you tell her that I wasn't mad
When I didn't pick up the phone?
Dear God, will you tell her that I'm sad
And that I'll never leave her alone?
Dear God, will you tell her tha
The Skies bleed redThey shout,
The skies are red, the skies are red,
But that's not what I see.
I see a land that seems well bled-
A sight saved just for me.
I watch as clouds of cotton floss
Shed bombs through spiral stairs.
I watch them shatter upon the earth,
And leave it burnt and bare.
Oh, where are the cold stone buildings gone
That once stood tall and strong?
Where are the bustling, bursting throngs
That filled the streets? What's wrong?!
At once the world swells and sways,
The reds turn ghastly white.
Through the mists of my cluttered mind,
I see a flash of light.
It leads me out into a park
With a noise I can't shake off
I hear them
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