|"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." ― Basil King|
If a house is a prison, why would I limit myself to one of its rooms?
Wind howls, the floors creak. The branches scratch the walls and doors. Then there's a split second of silence or two and you wonder if you are alone. You feel that you most likely are so you conclude your mind is paranoid. Just then, as you turn to shake your head and laugh, you see the slightest bit of a glowing white fabric. A gown perhaps. Perhaps, you conclude, in bioluminescent algae. But at the back of your mind, and option crawls to the front. A simple five letter word. Ghost. But you don't let it get you. It couldn't me, you chant in you mind. Hoping that if you say it long enough, it will make it so. But then you see her once more... and you realize you know her. Knew her. That sh...
"You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents—the rest you let float by."
– David Wroblewski
Sometimes the dust settles
Amidst all the truth.
And all the lies you've heard
Goes down along with them.
Everything becomes so crystal,
Magnetized in weight of its existence.
You feel your heart give way,
But its truth keeps you afloat.
Ready to go down with it,
You give it your whole.
"And the rest is rust and stardust."
— Vladimir Nabokov
I change so often...
Because I can't face to truth.
The truth that I'm always seeking.
And for the justice I'm due
But might be denied.
In times of toil,
I find the light
It only lingers.
Does not grow bigger,
Does not get brighter.
It just lingers there...
In times of sweet sleep,
I find my peace,
My only rest...
I long to fight
That good fight the others do.
But when I rise,
Everything fades to black,
As soon I wake.
"I think; therefore I am."
– René Descartes
Therefore I am.
But thoughts come
from the brain,
Comes from the brain,
From the brain too.
They are like thoughts,
That are felt throughout
The body and heart.
I feel, I think, I trust myself; therefore I am.
If thoughts (from the brain) determine whether you exist, would you exist solely because of your brain? Wouldn't it include the rest of the body and things not seen but felt. Anything can exist if we think, feel and make it so. Why was he so full of doubt?
It is our own flaws and fears as a society that have made that man doubt the existence of the rest of us, ...
"I’ve named everything that I’ve ever owned. Real or inanimate, I have to give it a first and last name. Everything in my apartment comes alive at night."
– Amy Sedaris
An interesting prompt and quote!
La vie en rose
For better days.
Not all are lost
Not all wandering
I'll find the way to my destiny,
No matter what the cost.
No matter the coincidences,
And happenings along the way.
Creaks & Thuds
The house creaks as the wind picks up outside, it roars, and it races. I cannot help but feel the walls will give way, the ceiling, cave in and I crawl into a ball. Pretending not to hear it all.
"He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”
John 7:38 NKJV
Father Frost & Snow Maiden:
Tale of A Great Freeze
You beat my heart
Black and blue.
Drove my soul to madness.
Divided in the truths,
And comatose daydreaming.
Kept me alive and well,
Only for your bending,
Till you decided
To once again use me.
Yet here I stand
Before the stifling freeze,
Ready to hold you in my arms,
To love you with ease.
Always told of a motherly bond,
Beyond the unconditional,
Yet here we are...
Suddenly it came to me that all the sad, sappy breakup songs were never about losing you. Because really... I lost myself, I just didn't realize.
I miss my childhood
I want to
Having that sense
I thought adults
It was painful
That even adults
Can be so terrible.
Sometimes we never learn.
And I fear that,
Being unable to no longer change and learn.
So I changed
Who I am.
I can both answer that
Because I feel like a sad
Innocent 7 year old,
But it's been decades of pain.
The kind you bury deep down and away, try not to let it eat you alive and get scared when you feel it doing just that.
I don't want to live like this, cause I'm not living at all.
People are good and bad.
People choose which they will be.
But people change too.
Life isn't anything until we give it meaning.
Reality can be bad but only because good people do nothing about the bad in the world.
If we wanted to end world hunger as much as we wanted our favorite people and things, we'd have it.
In life we put our energy and time into anything we choose. It's sad to see and know a lot of people are wasting that while others don't have that privilege. While others wish for more energy and time. This isn't meant to make you feel bad, but to be grateful and use your energy and time doing things that will matter in the long run and even in the moment.
I for one tend to for...
Thinking out loud:
If sons are better than daughters...
Then wouldn't women be more important than men?
Also daughters become women... therefore wouldn't daughters be more important than sons AND men.
Why are we treated like crap, like we have to cater to men when we CREATE life.
We ARE literally life. We are actual living goddesses but are told and treated as if we are indispensable.
Humans would literally die out if not for women, we are power, we are strong, we are life.
Next time a man says shit to me, I'll step on his balls and tell him: not to worry he didn't lose much. Since we all know a girls eggs are a lot more expensive then men's sperm. So step off.
If any sex is wea...
"Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away."
— Matthew 24:35 NKJV
"If you love what you do and are willing to do what it takes, it's within your reach. And it'll be worth every minute you spend alone at night, thinking and thinking about what it is you want to design or build. It'll be worth it, I promise."
— Steve Wozniak
She smells like sweet citrus and red berries,
The rosy red in her complexion.
She's the golden sun and stars, The hopefulness of the moon.
With ink on her hands,
Scribbles on her paper,
A dream in hand of her choosing.
An emotion destined for bigger
Ideals than that of these pages.
Tea and coffee sits untouched by
Her window, as she writes like a madman, forgetting hunger and thirst for the moment.
She is a pale pink, infused with icy blues, and clear thoughts.
Wonders and daydreams,
Lost in translation of words.
important questions p.1
But why were freckles and birth marks considered blemishes not kisses or blessings of the gods?
But if hard times reveal true friends... I have none.
When you spend the first few years of your life doing what you can to make sure you don't become one of those people who are victimized all their life only to, twenty years later, become everything you never wanted to be, to feel everything you never wanted to feel. To experiences your greatest fears, and to be forced to live in those fears for the rest of your years.
A few daily quotes of mine...
"Compassion is the basis of morality."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
" I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”
— Psalms 91:2 NKJV
Sometimes I wish I would be adopted by someone who does amazing things, just so it'd be easier to get there myself. Lately it feels like I can't go far, and that I'm too far from the finish line to make it in time. Like every step I take only sets me back two steps. So I try to walk forward, and I go backwards.
What happens if I turn around and walk backwards? Will I just ruin and waste my dreams, or will I accidentally get there to that finish line of success and recognition? Why should I have to live like this because of these terribly ignorant people in my life? I have so many scars it doesn't feel like I am a person anymore. Just a nameless, scarred, invisible, angelic monster.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
— Anaïs Nin
"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."
— Toni Morrison
Down and down the winding path,
Still and still, the heart goes on.
I take the steps, they take me far,
I find my peace, it tarries there.
Still and still & true and true,
What will be will be.
So here I stand and here I stay,
Till it's just you and me left,
Till all colors blend and I
Fly with the winds, no need for wings.
Whispers of God
small remains after silence of disorder
had the words of royalty
only heavens by the glow have whispered
the song of the world
the pieces of the soul
But boy does the lighting
Make us feel like we belong.
Like a hug from sky to earth.
I'll remember this light, this hue, this atmosphere, this moment here with you.
For the sake of survival,
I hope you don't mind it
That I take my pain in stride
And then reject it deep within.
For the sake of survival,
I hope you don't mind it
That I sing out my anxieties,
Expelling them from within me
Alongside my breath.
And when it comes to pass me,
I'll stand before it and
Find that I can breathe again.
I hope that you don't mind it,
Because I'll never hide it.
I cannot hide the truths within.