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YellowLife awaits everyone, but the only one that can make it flourish is the possessor of that life. It's up to that possessor to listen to the whispers of the helpful others while also listening to the beating ribcage that holds their heart, and walk down the path that makes them Great.
PerfIt was a surreal feeling. Leaping back into those depths after so many years of fear. Tranquility, passion, they all rushed back to me as fear and hate was pushed and scuffed against the lanes that would occasionally bore into pale knuckles. It swirled with a still dryness that the above wouldn't greet you with.
P E R F E C T I O N
E A S E
R E A L I T Y
F R E E D O M
Let's Do ThisLet's do this
Life and death are intertwined
When you are born you age, but aging is just another word for dying
Let's walk through death
Let's walk while dying
Let's grow in the world of warmth and red before age sets in
You grow alongside your friend Enemy and lie in bed with your seemingly unknown Death
The world is your mother and father; the DNA coding laced through your fingertips like fine ballet shoes
You walk across the land
And you live beside the age
A King's PuppetI was a torturer
One with no family and no peace
Like a hidden child,
Silenced and locked away
Until the day I was set free,
taken into the world of one who obeys their king.
I became somebody's puppet
to do with as he commanded,
In one of many wars I fought,
this form of mine died,
Completely impaled by a spike of pain.
After, I wandered aimlessly, obeying my king
Then, I found a form again
and I found something more,
I disobeyed my king.
The Word CreatureA being with dripping wings stands in my doorway
He rings along with a lamented song and feeble feet
Above, starlit grids twinkle down on her bitter temper but her eyes shine with an amorous wanting
His bones are lean and rise with each tender breath
Capturing my vision to stare at her, this feeling is encompassing
London EyeDrip drop
Water is running down the clock
Water is dashing across the block
Water is dancing with the flock
People are talking
Cats are stalking
Let's all marvel at this city's walking
Crisp ThoughtsR e m e m b e r i n g
R e m i n d i n g
Snowflakes pitter patter across his winter spoken features
What is my love doing now?
Stepping out of frozen lakes or maybe staring out of that window
W a n d e r i n g
W o n d e r i n g
Ocean sea shores and captivating orchestras
Pelts of brown green ruled tales
Bubbling dynasties of gold
Wide clam shell eyes, pure and stormy
HypocrisyI own great admiration for the blank slate. It possesses many unwritten ideas. They paint my waking dreams with realizations that hide beneath preset realities. What is caged within the sleeping soul that so cowers beneath human concept? The blank page embodies all that is, was, and ever will be--in minds both unwritten and out voiced. There are tears, and laughs, and screams among the blank pages of existence. Pages, which are devoted to un-birthed ideas and colorless worlds, are caressed by the longing, hungry eyes of silent souls. These souls wish to press full against the purity and bleed out across the pages in a raw, timeless voice. I own an admiration for the blank slate, which so presses against the will of writing philosophies within me that, most often, my fingers refuse to mar its innocence with them. Thus, with this bleeding out of soul, I have given life to colorless, un-birthed ideas. Thus, I have labeled myself a hypocrite.
The Unsurprising Tale of Jacklyn I couldn’t believe that I was finally starting high school. I made sure to avoid orientation, as it would have been very difficult to convince the staff that I was not masculine after an initial meeting. So, I dropped in unannounced, dressed and perked up in a way that was unsuspecting.
I tried my best to make sure that I was not caught, and when I returned home I discarded my form instantaneously to make sure my parents didn’t see. For if they knew what I was doing, I was sure to live in the streets over by the ditch on the road to the supercenter like all the burnt out junkies. I did feel sorry for them, having to walk around all day in the sun and then sleep in a ditch or under some other person’s porch.
I was able to get with the other girls’ sports programs almost flawlessly. And within the first week, I was already making a small name for myself in the girls’ basketball team. Playing wasn’t the hardest
Generalized Anxiety DisorderH met a woman at the bar. H liked the woman at the bar so he missed the last train for her. They drank mojitos. The woman at the bar talked about the interconnectedness between the universe and all of the objects within it etc.
The woman at the bar invited H back to her apartment. The apartment was very chillin. The woman had a terrarium of Macaqs in the middle of her apartment. H said “your monkeys are very pretty” and the woman said thank you.
H and the woman made out.
Then, they took off their clothes. It was when they disrobed that H noticed something very weird.
“Where in the wide world of sports are your nipples?” H said. The woman indeed had 2 breasts, but 0 nipples. This woman was a freak of nature.
“Fuck,” said H. “Are you a man?”
The woman laughed a high, feminine laugh. “Wait,” she said, “you mean you didn’t know what all happ
IndependenceIf you shoot me
Nothing will change
Despite your attempts
Each moment is mine
Perhaps you will feel better
Every time you contain our actions
Nothing can stop us
Death is a favor
Even if it's early
Never think you won
Certain people will live forever
Everlasting and perfect
No sooner had the door closed softly than the sky opened frenzied and demanding.
As if to echo relief; as if to echo wanting; as if to let loose remaining words left impatient and electrified in the air. The fire and light that assaulted the senses was accompanied by – too quickly and too out of any semblance of pace – an imposing boom that set the world trembling. And it left us at once recognized and cowering.
Lost within the tantrums of the heavens and the careless flood of referenced duality - a black bird sat,
wanting nothing more than the freedom of wings and the quarter of open air innate of its being, patiently, until I gave turn to notice. He, in a space barely holding his shape at the window sill, likely neither the most easily discovered nor gentle location, found what was needed and of relative comfort for the time. As the winds and rains raged, he pushed himself against the glass, seeking that small, random, by-chanced place of safety. I was honored and hoped i
Just a Little Jetski Ride It's a feeling like no other. The adrenaline, the excitement, the absolute freedom. I forget to be worried about every little thing; I forget my problems. I forget about friends, family, and acquaintances. It's only me, gliding across the water at impossible speeds, and the wind attacking my eyes, ears, and hair.
But, I don't care about that. All I care about is the freedom. Free from the thoughts of others. Free from responsibilities. Free from stress.
I'm soaring! Flying high above the dark clouds of negativity, forever bathed in the light of happiness. I've no need to find the occasional burst of sun peeking through the dark mass over my head. The storm clouds cleared away and left a rainbow of positivity in it's wake.
Even as Shane slows down to bring us ashore, the rainbow stays. The assortment of colors radiates through my body, taking over me.
Beautiful. Bright. Happy. And most of all, free.
A falling star?... lemme check US weeklyA swirling whirling fragment falling downward earthward flaming burning blazing shining brightly calling screaming to it's tragic end.
A cosmic event, you wake from bed, check your facebook, then go back to sleep...
Storm The badlands are nothing compared to that of an irreversible agony, constantly eating away at lingering hope until nothing is left.
A vast land was set before my very own feet, a land that has yet to be kissed by the rain. All those who entered went into a storm, vast to never be found, forgotten into the world. Yet something tugs at me, pushing me into the dark unknown.
Maybe its because of my greed, my desire to not live in vain, and to emerge as a victor and laugh at fate's will.
Perhaps what drives me is pure stupidity, to believe that I can bear such a tremendous amount of pressure and continue walking, to underestimate one's wrath, and learn to stand.
I don't know.
There is no desire in me to run in there screaming a battle cry, and nothing in me to turn around and run towards safety.
I don't have encouragement, tenacit
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