Some wonder if they should jump down that Deep Dark Hole, Should they follow the White Rabbit, but what they don't realize, is before they can even think these thoughts, our feet are already moving.
Thump. Beat.Follow the sound of your heartbeat.
For there, there shall always be a rhythm.
It will not sound like any sound you have heard before.
Yet you will know every volume
As if you had been hearing the same song for every day of your life
Since you first gasped.
And the beat began.
Race to the rhythm of the quick, beating motions of your heart.
Listen to the heavy sounds of your feet as they are running, running then stumbling, and standing to chase again, the abyssal wonders of a dream.
Look up into the deep blue skies as your eyes spread themselves out upon winged imaginations, and search with curious nature among the clouds.
Feel the bliss of aching feet that are to tired to go on, but still do, and sore lungs gasping desperately for breath as they carry you on, on as you run to leave the world of black and white and chase after a red butterfly.
Silence, as you learn to get to know the gentle voice that is screaming around you. Screaming for you to hear it.
For the words it speaks, and the voice it calls in, is yours.
Sadness in the StormI hear the sounds of oncoming storms on the horizon and muddled yelling that gets further away with every step.
When finally my feet decide to come to a stop, I am already seeing the dry green grass that is tickling between 10 dirty toes through blurry visions. My eyes are on fire, and burning within themselves on kindles grown of sadness. Fires cannot be contained, Nor controlled. tears falls along my cheeks, and leaves a burn every where it touches. Another tear for every sadness.
I feel the rain drops, and they trickle down upon my eyes. They are like a cool gentle touch.
I raise my head, and I hide it, screaming out either way. My throat hurts like vines of thorns have grown along inside it, and I scream even more.
The thunder roars, and its voice is stronger, louder. It would surely deafen the ears of any others, and drown out my own saddened & forgotten cries.
The lightless shadows of the forbidding clouds, plague the path I walk upon and swallow the presence I think is me in the
Imagination of Prettier DayI sit here now and stare I may, I can't imagine, A prettier day. The storm clouds are comeing & sunshine day is turning way. Moonlight is rising, the fairies they come to play, dancing & frolicking in a music you cannot hear, Poisen Ivy is becoming a flower and death is playing chess with god this hour.Checkmate they say as a dragon is saved & a man becomes a slave, Madness is strolling in the midnight hues hunting for a victim both old and new. Here comes the devil, fashioned in light,Caring with him, an invisible fright, an unwinable fight. The nymphs are drowning in there own lake, such a shame, I guess they'll be late. Mother nature is having tea with a human this eve, my oh my, what a party! Dancer and Prancer are playing pranks, while santa picks out a new pair of sleys. Sorrow and Pain, one and the same, are walking the planks for the pirate queen Shanks. Succubis is playing with all the men as they follow her in her flanks, the dead are rising and pigs are flying, a werewolf is
The Rose and It's GuardianLong ago there was a Guardian, who was told that he was to forever guard over and protect a rose.
In a grassy valley surrounded by the forest, a single tree grew in it's middle and by it the rose, and it was there the Guardian sat. In snow, In leaves, In wind, in heat... never onc
The Gentlemans Dance
The Goddess of fire, the Goddess of spice, the Goddess Coriander danced in the night.
All who would see her would run with fright, for she was a fierce-some, powerful sight.
But there was one man, upon one night, who took out his hand, to the lady of spice.
He asked of her a single dance, a single night, for a single romance.
The night was their music, the moon their light, the stars their audience, and their hearts the motion in which they stepped.
For their was one gentleman, upon one night, who danced with a lady, a goddess of spice, for a single night.
A Single Romance.
Long ago in ancient times there was a Goddess that weighed the fates. She did it without mercy and cared not how they screamed when her fates dealed low. She cared not a single teardrop. That is until came the time she was to pass judgment upon a small child, a girl with fire ember hair. She had stolen bread from a market nearby and for this the goddess, cruel as she was, sentenced, and fated her to die. She expected the girl to cry, to plead for life, to fall upon her knees as death embraced her face. But she didn't! Instead she reached out her hand and touched the Goddess upon her face and smiled without disgrace as her small figure turned into the first snowflakes of winters rain. And the goddess, being the cruel fater she was, cried ice, for the first time.
Feeling for the first time so terrible and sad, she gathered the snow from which she had fated the girl and layed them into her scales, freezing in time forevermore, so they may never melt away.... and she turn hersel
Bleeding love in this heartless realm, bleeding in a body that is suppose to be cold, no love, nor hate, only time, only wait. I searched the stars a thousand times and saw nothing but flashing lights like the bright city street life, they all are the same, I am without a name. Fear and death, love and pain , hand and hand, nothing to be gained. The wish to fly, the desire to swim, the desire to be, greedy aren't we. Leaves from the cherry tree drifting through, silently, unlike you, so like me. A stare is spared but is forgotten as the bell tolls a second has passed. Future and present, past and unknown, knowledge we want , time we need. Dreams and hopes are all we have, bread and butter isn't shared, love me or hate me, the options of life. but I, for either, choose neither, I care not a single breath. stare and stare is all I shall do, but in the end, I am just You.
Moonlit Night Were have you gone, my Moonlit Night.
I am waiting here again, yet another night, under forest shadows, the midnight summer mist and forgotten wisps, surrounding me. I am waiting here for you. I cannot utter a word as the silent hours go by, the fairies and things of dream filled nights, dance around me for hope of a smile, but I only get lonelier and sadder with the sound of a wolf howl so far, so near. An illusion, that you are here. I can only speak one word of how these nights feel, but will you hear me? Or am I just an echo, never reaching. I don't know, but I do know, brother, I miss you so.
30 sad quotesSad Quotes
~I don't run from you, I walk away slowly, and it kills me , 'cause you don't care enough to stop me.
~When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.
~"I love you" is eight letters long, but then again so is "bullshit".
~I wish I had saved all the tears you made me cry, so I could fucking drown you in them.
~Who do you turn to, when the only person in the world who can stop you from crying, is the one making you cry?
~I run in the rain, so that nobody can see my tears.
~Maybe when he broke my heart, he forgot I could feel.
~They say that loving you is my biggest mistake.
But how can it be wrong if it feels so right?
If I ever make a mistake,
It's not that I love you
It's thinking that someday you'll love me too.
~Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak, sometimes it just means that you're strong enough to let go.
~The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
~Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt.
~My heart was taken
Oh how I hate the starsOh how I hate the stars
plaguing me each night
with cruel honesty
of their light
of how they hang
so far away,
nooses choking my hopes
with all they weigh.
Oh, how the stars hate me
to shoot through,
and away from me
carrying with them
wishes I'll never see.
how the horrors of your light
blind me when I look to you
for something each night.
But with the coming of each day
I always forget
and every night
I'm forced to regret
when I look to your light.
Oh, how the stars hate me
and how I hate the stars
for the things which I see.
The picture on the pedestalThe picture on the pedestal
"Its so beautiful"
they always say
the picture of us
as we fell
so very far astray,
sometimes I wonder
what they see
if we look so far away
somewhere where "Its so beautiful"
could always be used
How she searchedShe searched ,
with bandaged hands
and burned arms
for the warmth of a soul
in the caked faces
of false men.
She searched ,
with filthy hands
and blind eyes
for joys of life
in the graves
of those who knew
only its tragedies.
She searched ,
with livid hands
and false smiles
for the beauty of reality
in the shadows
smeared upon her walls
and in the moonlight
glaring down upon her.
with manicured hands
and lyrical words
in the approval
and recognition of men.
until she finally found
the very things
for which she searched
searched in her
but two hands
with blind eyes
and lyrical words.
I walk with a childI walk with a child
of buoyant energy
and an innocent smile
tainted by beguiling eyes
which deceive his fingers
into places they do not belong.
With me, a child runs,
his affable smiles
and small bare feet encircling me,
his dwindling youth
burning limply on a stick
held in his innocent fingers
and watched with rapt pupils.
Away from me, a child scampers
his bright smile
reflecting the fire
at his fingertips
as he waves and twirls
the branch and its flame
reaches and reaches out
for his consuming eyes
till it reaches
grabs his eyes
and refuses to release
Ahead of me, a child burns
and as I pass him
I try to remember his smile
try to meet his eyes,
however one is enrapt
with the ashes in his wake
and the other
This Is Not Your Story1.
This is not your story.
You are not the
protagonist of some
carefully designed TV show;
you have not been
spit out and predigested--
you are no diamond in the rough.
You are the rough.
This is not a story
in which you become polished and
refined like steel, so that
you can forget your hands are not
and no fire can wash that damned spot clean
Do not search for your fairy-tale ending;
do not think you can rescue,
or be rescued,
when every single one of us is just
as helpless as the last,
blinded like Rapunzel's prince by the
shock of our first fall
We scale our stainless steel towers
and tell ourselves they're made of ivory;
we think we're going to get to the top,
but who really wants to get to the top
when top is where you'll finally be able to see?
We have always been eager
to believe in our wildest fantasies,
and all it takes is a couple of
from the climbers next to us
to convince us that going up
is the only
to the girl still kneeing her eyesnot much has changed;
I still listen to the red-lipped boy
frightened back to the closet
passing comfort under my door
to every disarray he left
I still close my eyes in winter
mornings, hoping the sun warms
my breath and melts
the dewy tears from the nights
don't worry, love
not much has changed;
I still listen to a thousand brittle piano keys
breaking into a sinus rhythm
and blasphemous hymns
I still sing along
I still think of strangers sweating
I still hope no one knows
hold my breath till it hurts
more than the crunched cluster
of pain he left
I don't hurt over wonderland
and fucking him to submission
I don't have friends the way
I used to
I don't tear up at the thought of god
even if I secretly hope he finds
it in him to love me still
but I still wish on grains of sand
till they are washed away to silt
and find life within their centers
I still write to ventilate
and smile to validate
the wrong done unto me
I still dance harder tha
Phineas and Ferb: Isabella's Foot Fetish!One day Phineas and Ferb were sitting outside, under the tree they always sitdown in, and when they were thinking on what they are going to do today, Isabella walked in their yard saying her catch-phrase "Watcha Doing" Phineas replied "Nothing much, we really don't know what we want to do today", as Phineas was still thinking on what to do today, he staired down on Isabella's feet and got a evil looking grin on his face
Phineas then said "I know what we are going to do today"
Phineas then write down what they need for what they are going to build to Ferb, then Ferb ran to the store, to buy the items
Isabella said , "So what are you guys making'
Phineas replied 'O those are things I made up, to make Ferb busy, come to my room Isabella, their is something I want to do to you, that you might enjoy
Isabella smiled as she followed Phineas to his room, Isabella then said, 'So what did you want to do to me;
Phineas said "Just sit down here on my bed, and let me remove those nice pink shoes yo
How To Tell Your Family Good-Bye1. In your weakest, darkest moment decide you are ready for it all to end.
Come to terms with your decision. You will likely feel much more at ease
once you've made the choice to leave this world.
2. You must somehow tell your family - biological or otherwise -
that despite their love, it just wasn't enough
to keep you going.
A note is probably the best way to do it;
short, sweet, simple.
You could write it by hand, that might be sentimental
but a word document will do in a pinch
(and it will help you avoid messy ink smudges if you're prone to crying.)
3. The people who will read this note are people who have loved you dearly, or maybe not so dearly.
Either way this is your last chance to let your voice be heard
your last chance to tell them how you feel
so make it good.
4. Write down all of your feelings.
Give them every reason, every thought, every accusation,
pour every ounce of hurt into your note so the ones that care
might be able to understand.
5. While you're reading over what