| After about six months I've writed it, I showed, or better saying, read it, to the one that it was meant to, and I couldn't help but crying. It really made it grow a lot into my aprecciation. |
| After about six months I've writed it, I showed, or better saying, read it, to the one that it was meant to, and I couldn't help but crying. It really made it grow a lot into my aprecciation. |
Soil, Rain and Grass Soil, Rain and GrassSoil, Rain and Grass
"I dreamt I was in a dark, watery place, somewhat like a creek or a river. It smelled like rain, and soil and grass, and I don't know why, but I found that smell disgusting. All I could see were three distant stars, and somehow I felt that they were sad. I felt something moving into my hands, and when I raised them above the water, I could see I was holding a white dove. It shook of the dirt, which curled it's feather, and then she looked at me with bright red eyes and flied away..." Mary and I used to talk a lot, and I always talked about this recurring dream I used to have. She always looked at
Cell CellCell
I didn't know if it was down the rabbit hole, but I followed the light. I haven't slept last night, nor the night before. But I found myself on that ruined place, surrounded of people I never saw before. I saw the guys on suits and black-glasses, I felt like they were looking for me. I was wearing an overcoat - tried to hide my face on it while I walked through the crowd. One of those suited guys approached me - he looked serious, but in a funny way. He was carrying a bag, and grabbed me by the shoulder, as if he was guiding me away from there. I don't know why but I got the feeling
Fire and Light Fire and LightFire and Light
... It's 6 a.m. As early as I always awake. He's next to me in bed. He let escape a softly gasp. Looks at me, as if his eyes had just been open... even though I know he was awake all along. After a tender kiss, I get up; start making us breakfast. I have some juice and brans, he has some coffee and bread. He looks at me gently, and kiss me as gently, before I go. And even though he smiles... even though he is so nice to me! I... can't see to find a solution. Why I keep to put him through this? ... The day I met him, was so wonderful! I was out in an amusement park, s
RacismI am your healer, drug dealer, girl on the corner. I am your friend, baby girl, girl next door. I am anything you want me to be. Take away every layer but there's still nothing to see. Cuz everything I am everything I believe in is the whole mixture of the Melting Pot. Of the U.S and A. I may not look like it but hey we all have stories that we can't say. So baby I am everything. Maybe not your everything But I am everything. I can put myself in someone else's shoes sympathize empathize anRacism
For KoreaTorn soldiers stand innert in stone A proud lost breed, Yon boys and men, lost in gray and time.For Korea
Who once were rosy, Pales, caramels, and browns, And bled as all men do.
Proud young soldiers, Strong and true, lost in an old man's war.
Torn gray soldiers stand innert Young boys lost in time.
Where'smy pain is liquid i can feel it sloshing when i'm walking i absorb it through my skin when i'm not paying attention i am like a car crashed in a river that's been filling up with water i'm like that car's panicked driver who's quickly running out of places to put my face so i can still breathe but i'm already used to drowwhat i am afraid of now is HOW i'm gonnWhere's
| Is hard to define myself, but if I would define my writing style, I would tell is the mixture of the point of view of a monk(centered on non-physical or material things), a shaman(concerned with a simbolical and spiritual view), a vagrant(concerned with love in it's beauty and pain), a trouvator(writing in distance, longing and admiration), a hippie(with freedom and flowers decorating it), a war-general(intense and sometimes raw and cruel, but with a strong tone and a phylosophical concern), a narcisist dictator(really concerned with my own view), and an art-loving fag(because I do ( ¬ u ¬ ) !) |
Time Out!
Pestered
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"The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in. But deep down there is a light that never goes out!"
But you got to understand you couldn't possibly have picked a worse time to ask me that. My mind is a real wreck right now. So, I'll check it out if you want to, but be aware that it will take me some time.
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We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
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"The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in. But deep down there is a light that never goes out!"
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The greatest irony in life is discovering that the only things worth living for are the things worth dying for.
If you find someone you truly love, draw their name in a circle because a heart breaks and stops, but a circle goes on forever.
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We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
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without underwear?
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Also please check out our (~Trygon3 and I) joint account ~3mice
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My avatar is made by *Emotikonz
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We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
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without underwear?
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Also please check out our (~Trygon3 and I) joint account ~3mice
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My avatar is made by *Emotikonz
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We are raised by love, beauty and passion
We fall by indiference, hunger and death
We have the soul of poets
We are fated to see life in it's beauty and tragedy
- James Edmond Shelter
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without underwear?
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Also please check out our (~Trygon3 and I) joint account ~3mice
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My avatar is made by *Emotikonz
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