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And Tonight My Prayer Was XIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
I don't care who remembers what. Eventually everyone who remembers will be gone. And then everyone who remembers them will be gone.
And then, someday soon, a boy just like me will be born, on a planet just like this one, in a universe a thousand infinities away. And he will fall in love as I did, and he will hate as I did, and he'll fuck up the same as I did, and he'll open his eyes like a child, and he'll wish he was blind.
And then he will die. Once he's gone, people will remember only how he died; only say 'he was a nice lad' or 'he went out doing what he loved.'
And then they'll forget, and die.
And the pe
Statement of ReasonSanity is the equal battle between logic and feelings, at which none becomes the victor. Insanity is the point at which one of the parties in the battle is beyond reproach.
Love Is
Love is not a string,
Nor is it a ring.

It is not a game,
Or some beast for you to tame.

Neither is it a wave,
Or in confessions of the brave.

Love does not stay in only two,
If what you feel is true.

It is in the smile of bliss,
And the feather light kiss.

Love is like a quiet breeze,
That touches all it sees.

It is in the smiles you bring,
That makes others wish to sing.

In it you will forgive,
The sins of those that live.

It can be seen with loving eyes,
And is the envy of the skies.

It is against the norm,
And helps you weather any storm.

Hear love's clarion call,
For every heart, both great and small.

Love is patien
The Love And The War"Look." You said at last, exasperated "Think of it this way: how big is your heart?"
I smirk at such an easy question, and hold up my hand, fingers tightly curled. "Here. As big as a fist."
You shake your head, hold up your hand and curl it over mine. "No, don't you see? My heart will always be bigger than your fist."
100ThemesChallenge - WrathWe saw them kick you and beat you until you were lying, bleeding in the dirt. Broken and tired, with tears running down your face, you stood up, opened your arms, and hugged the entire world.
I want toI want to write beautiful, happy things. I want to show the world that despite the fact that I can imagine being ten times happier than I am now, it does not preclude me from being happy. I want to share the joy and laughter and sweetness of the world we live in.

I want to demonstrate the power of the people. Each person has so much potential that does not get harnessed and, instead of complaining about it, I want to step up and create a change. I want to make a trend where people compliment each other instead of putting each other down, where the earth fills with 'yes'es and smiles instead of negativity. I want a world that is just, accepti
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.
It blinks again, and we are gone.
The Bird Flew Into The WindowHe was a good man doing a great man's job, while all the great men were busy making bombs
The Other Lovely CarriageThere is a carriage,
Meant just for me.
In it is Death,
He waits for me,
If all goes well,
He'll wait a while.
But if it so happens,
Some sad accident occurs,
As they sometimes do,
It's just another trip
That I must take,
I will be alright.
For the belief in godTo understand the functions of the universe is a gift, to see a God in those functions is to be blessed.

To understand and follow the functions of a single religion is also a gift, but to think God plays a role only in the functions of that religion is a curse.

If anything God wants us to function together, like the universe he created. That is why he put us together on this single planetary body and is giving us the time to figure out his real plan.
Time Moves us.. let itTime.. a great wonder within itself.  But What is it? Is it the past present and future?  Is time linear? An infinite line? Or is time a flame.. an eternal flame that powers creations.  Time is flashing before your eyes.  Reality is here-now… Truth is said to be embedded in reality.  Truth is eternal to the present.. Past truths become obsolete. The future becomes only sparks toward the Fire of the Present.  Truth is here… not there.

Here-now in these very moments.  You are here my fellow human.  What are you doing? What are you thinking? What are you f
My six-word memoirBorn in a snowstorm. Still cold.
Winter Without YouThere is a grey light on the horizon,
embraced by midnight's dark, but
I swear I can see you walking along it,
heel-to-toe, your smile radiant enough
to shine over all this distance.
Your voice echoes in my head like
the memory of a different life; I can
feel your footsteps down my spine,
though every time I turn around I
am reminded that you are not there.
Your blueberry gaze was printed on
my retinas long ago, I still see it
every time I blink, eight million times
I've seen you since the last time I
really saw you. I miss you like a
tree misses its leaves, naked and
alone in the depths of winter. I
watch the horizon and
atmosphere.a parsec is approximately 3.26 light-years
but i'm pretty sure that most of us
will never go that far.

get in the car and go, reach for the door handle,
then for the volume.
beethoven piano sonata no. 14, 'cept now
it's on the harpsichord
an up-tempo remix that's accented now and then
by the blast of a horn
or a strong gust of wind.

at just shy of 3 a.m.
the interstate's far from crowded and I'm
not watching the road anymore,
i've let my head rock back
against the headrest, let my gaze
drift instinctively up
towards the sky
[thanks, mom and dad, for the convertible]

gibbous moon? check.

i wonder how long it takes to hose
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And Tonight My Prayer Was XIII

:icontohroe:

And tonight my prayer was:
You once asked me: "Why do you look to the ground when you walk?"
"So I can see where I am treading." I said. "Why do you look to the sky?" I, equally bemused.
With a smile you reply "So I can see where I'm going."
Amen.
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~luckynesu Oct 5, 2010
nice prayer. i'll be praying it today:)
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~Tohroe Oct 5, 2010
Thanks! :)
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~RattlingBones Oct 3, 2010
I tend to look half up ahead and half on the ground. I think this is why I fail at such a simple thing as walking on a public street.
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*OrenAsher Oct 3, 2010
That is sweet. I like it a lot. :)

Thank you for submitting this to #the-thinkers
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