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Untitled 4I don't know enough to be any different,
But that's why you chose me didn't you,
Because I could speak from the heart when nothing else mattered,
Your all too familiar with the story,
It ended with you telling me to stay.
Would it worry you if I chased your demons?
To take the arduous task of driving them from your dreams,
Time heals all wounds,
Everyone has a one scar or another hidden away,
And I am not afraid of yours.
Take my hand love,
Let the water pass between us,
For it carries away all the guilt and shame we once carried,
Look deep into my eyes as I hold you in my arms,
And believe me when I say that your beautiful.
FarewellIn this hostile environment, I fight.
I'm lost and confused, I wander.
I want more and partake a romance and adventure.
A leap of faith to be with what is
I run into a Mountain.
Massive, Dignified, and Intimidating.
In Awe and Respect,
I challenge this Behemoth.
I am escaping from this hell I once was in.
I want see more and I am going for it.
I will not miss the hell, I curse it.
This mountain will be my triumph.
I will gain power.
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.
The TrekThe Path is trembling,
This may be my death.
This climb is killing me with bad footing and nearly impossible paths.
Such lack of life on this trek as well as food.
This challenge has taken me,
I have found a new hell for myself.
I'm sick of this now.
It is worse from what I was leaving.
This suffering and pain Why?
I asked for something else.
From halfway up, I'm having my doubts and growing weak.
Fatigue is taking over me and the cold thin air is choking me.
But I will not back down,
I have to do this.
I see it! I see it!
There it is! The End of my Journey!
I am scarred and battered,
Exhausted of what I
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.
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.
Meaning of Life IIMeaning of Life: What is it?
Alright boys and girls, here's the big question: What is the meaning of life? From the drift of what I was getting at last time, it seems that I wanted to say that the meaning of life is to actualize whatever values any individual hold to be important for themselves. In all honesty, I think it's too hasty to make that conclusion. To make this claim is to say that the meaning of life has an objective definition, realized by a series of subjective components. (Meaning, there is only one true definition of the meaning of life, but people go about achieving it differently.) I'm hesitant to defend this claim; I don't
The Final BreathShhhhh, lean in close.
Let me let you in on a secret; your last thought won't be wondering what people thought of you, how you dressed, or whether that pair of jeans makes your bum look big. You're last thought will be 'Oh, is it over already?'
The EmbraceIt's just that sometimes when I breath you in, I swear, the whole Universe could fit inside my heart.
100ThemesChallenge - HeavenThe pefect place.
A land where people dream of the Sistine Chapel in 3D and there are unicorns involved and everyone knows about it.
A justification for the inconsistent triad; He who believes in the Son has eternal life; but he who does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God abides on him
A cruel God indeed, to put his own creations through a test to see if they are worthy of him.
We are the choosers of what we want to believe, what sits best upon our shoulders. In prison, one may turn to God for redemption or, conversely, turn away for fear of punishment. Fear, Anger, Hope, Sadness, Loss - All drive towards the irrat
100ThemesChallenge - RainIt's raining. The kind of rain that falls hard and fast against a windscreen, too fast for the wipers to keep up. The kind of rain that, no matter which way you face, seems to hit you had on. The kind of rain that has you soaked through in minutes. The kind of rain that makes you think of tsunamis and floods and everything that can go wrong with the world. Sitting on a windowsill, knees curled up to my chest, watching the rain. Watching, and waiting for my reality to crumble around me.
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 - SorrowI don't think loneliness can ever fully be cured from someone. It's a wretched disease that buries itself so far deep inside your bones, that even if it's subsided by a touch or a night or even years spent with another, that it could still come back to haunt you. I don't know if I can cure your loneliness, but I can come over and we can make hot chocolate (Because I know you're cold) and lay beneath the covers of your bed (because I know you're tired) and play that I-wonder-how-long-it-takes-to-suffocate-by-the-way-it-smells-like-mint-under-here game until we fall asleep.
The Apathetic YouthHe's mad that this is as good as it gets. The big house, the good school, the nice neighbourhood. It's difficult for kids these days, in a way. The country's very prosperity had become a burden, a dead end. Everything works, doesn't it? At least if you're white and middleclass. So it must often seem to young people that they're not needed. So, in a sense, it's as if there's nothing more to do.
Except tear it apart.
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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