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Spirit GuideIt's from my heart's deep desire,
That I truly must inquire.
The questions from my guide,
Through dreams that I design.
Upon a prayer this I do call.
That you travel from heaven's own hall.
Either by feet, by wings, or by paws.
And revive a young spirit that falls.
For I am one that desires to know.
Who it is that can help me learn and grow.
So I may find guidance for pleasure and peace.
To fill the void and pain I find inside me.
CryIt is a sad sight to see a young man wail while entangled in the arms of another.It is pure sadness that is cried out in his uncontrollable sobs. All emotion coming from a heart that has been warped, twisted, abused, and forgotten. His past has happened and is gone, leaving him only harsh memories, emptiness and pain. Things that no one can easily escape from.
Whimpers escape his lips as he feels the pain from what has plagued his mind; Thinking of what could have been. Maybe something more then a friendship, or maybe something even more special then love itself. But now all hope is gone and all that is left is a wounded soul and a broken spirit.
His voice is raspy from crying. "I have always always been there for you." The tears continue to flow while his voice mumbles a grievous monotone sound. " I Would have given you the moon if I could, but you just didn't want. Anything." There is no anger in his voice, only sadness. It is not accusations that he
I HungerI hunger... for warmth.
The warmth of happiness- To feel serene at the end of the day.
The warmth from you- To hug and to hold and to be happy together.
The warmth of a pack- To rest easy as I'm surrounded by people who care.
The warmth of hope- To keep my spirit alive so it can fight the next day.
I hunger... and I'm tired of feeling cold.
My Seven Deadly SinsGluttony:
I've never thought of myself to be very gluttonous. I might be a bit hefty weight wise, but I don't eat and eat and eat and then get sick and eat some more. That's what I think of when someone mentions the deadly sin of Gluttony and so I feel I don't fail in that aspect. However, maybe I need to look at other qualities beside food. Gluttony is taking in too much other than what you need. The most obvious and first thought of being a gluten is eating too much food, but you could also put this under many things. Video games for my example. I play enough video games that it makes me ponder if I'm being Gluttonous. However, video games do not hamper my ability to communicate with friends or family (infact, they can be very good catalysts for enjoying a good night) I do not spend my time 24/7 on video games to where it seriously interferes with work or school. Nor am I 'addicted' to where I MUST play video games or I'm going to kill someone
TwistedYou found me while my life was crumpled into a tight ball.
My worry and stress all twisted and matted together into my pain and dreams.
Then piece by piece, you carefully un-crumpled me.
Slowly and carefully undoing the ball that this world had tightly wound.
And then you gazed in awe.
All the web of scars that was left had shaped a broken beauty.
Then you drew pictures upon my tattered page; wrote whispers of serenity upon those broken lines.
The ink stained over the scars like blood in a cloth; never to be removed.
And then knowing you could do no more for me.
The paper was tenderly folded once more and placed beside your heart.
Yet it still hurt.
Just as life crumpled my life, your folding too was painful.
But you folded with love.
Instead of with hate that life waded into me.
And now, what is to be done?
Now that these feelings are upon themselves once again.
I can feel the edges of the folds curling inward.
As well as the ink sweating as the note burns with yearning to be not besi
Hurting for youMy heart inside is broken,
It fell apart for you.
No more tears inside my eyelids,
For I cried them out for you.
No more voice to mourn my problems,
Because I wept and moaned for you.
My feelings are forever hurting,
Because I see that you are blue.
Even though I gave my everything,
My heart still breaks for you.
Because in this life it's just not fair,
When your happiness alludes you.
My ItemOn the outside you are small and simple, but inside, you can hold some real personal qualities. Size and color varies with taste, but your smooth, orange texture is just right for me. You are with me on the go and lighter than a handful of change, yet weighted down with the memories of the past.
You're a catalyst for fun, as well as a tool of opportunity for good times. You're like the keys to an adventure; one that can be as exciting or as mundane as the user makes it.
You're not biased or judgmental, but equal on every side. Yet, more often times than not, someone feels that the chances are swayed for better or worse.
You're like a best friend. Someone who can get you into some interesting situations, but can also save your butt when you least expect it.
Most importantly, you are a gift from an old friend. Someone who I will never forget may mourn over for all eternity.
My twenty-sided dice.
Learning How To Walk AgainLearning how to live my life without you feels like trying to learn how to walk after a terrible car accident.
You stumble frequently and those first few steps seem to hurt the most. The pain lingers on and on, until you wake up one morning and realize the pain has faded into the thing of the past. But then on those stormy nights, good ole author comes knocking on your door and you're haunted with those drilling aches and pains in your most tender joints.
The next few nights, or walks, are very painful. Stress so strong it's as if you can't compare it to your first step. You cry out as your heart breaks, the sound of cracking as your feet slowly grind back into its original place. You just have to keep walking and endure the fact that he's gone and never coming back.
Every new day, or every step forward, feels very numb. Then suddenly arthritis starts stabbing at your heart. It beats heavily to the awkward rhythm of your stumbling footsteps. I find no solace in what used to bring me jo
I cried again todayI cried again today...
Because the moment I thought was so pleasant,
Turned into the blade the split open my heart-
Causing the pain and emotion to go fleeting,
Until my soul was empty of all feeling.
I cried again today,
Because what memories I thought would fill the void in my heart,
Was actually the catalyst to tear my tears away-
which became trapped into my blankets and pillow,
As they muffled my sobs of pain.
I cried again today,
Because the name that was so wonderful,
Now only makes me feel sorrowful-
And what really feels so horrible,
That I don't think this will ever change.
I cried again today,
Because my prayers of thanks and forgiveness,
Evolved into regrets and repentance-
Then I teared up after this sentence,
"I'm already forgiven yet still lost in my ways."
I cried again today...
Because there was nothing left to do,
After a restless night of feeling blue-
Tossing and turning just thinking about you,
And hoping that my 'this is only a dream' wish would come true.
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
TnM - Un BrindisThomas Pov
Era el día más feliz de mi vida, me había casado con el amor de mi vida, aun con las dificultades, con los miedos, por la sociedad y demás cosas que nos podía separarnos, con mí ahora esposa Marie estaba en el punto del brindis, su padre entre lágrimas y sollozos de felicidad nos dijo lo que nos deseaba a mí y a Marie, siguieron Jazz, Xavier, Fred, Amanda e incluso Dezz quien es muy tímida, la hora del brindis se acababa
- ¿Puedo hacer un brindis? – comento de pronto la pelinegra caminando a la mesa en donde se encontraban todos
- Claro que si Am, puedes hacerlo – respondí feliz ante mi amiga
La que había aparecido en un sueño aún antes de conocerla, se veía bien con un vestido azul con brillos largo con escote muy sensual propio de ella
- Bueno – empezó cogiendo una copa de vino tinto – Estamos aquí celebrando la boda de unos de mis mejores amigos, quienes lucharon m
Christmas PrayerDear God,
Tonight I'm writing to you instead of that old fat guy. Now it may sound weird at first, which as you know that probably suits me perfectly, but this year I would like some new body-parts. I would like a new brain for starters. One that doesn't think as much, because I find myself focusing on the things that make me sad; which makes my good, happy days seem bad. I would also like a new heart. One that doesn't desire complicated things that is next to impossible to achieve, or that desires the comfort from people that do not desire to give that comfort. Both attributes can be very painfully to balance and can really put anyone into a depressive funk. I would also like some new eyes and ears this year. I find my old pair is starting to only perceive the bad in this world and not the good that is still in it. Thank you for all you do. What you have given me is more then I deserve. Yet, if it's not too much trouble to ask. If you don't feel comfortable replacing these body-parts,
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