February 2011
I can try to disassemble the predicament, and dissolve it so it becomes somewhat visible to the naked eye, or somewhat scrutable to my mind’s eye—or I may just move one foot in front of the other and keep walking. It’s rather simple, actually. If I wanted to be over-analytical amongst every detail of the obstacle or barricade at hand, I wouldn’t necessarily get anywhere.
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January 2011
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I wish I had the ability to express benevolence through mere impulse, because I suppose that would make me a better person. I’m too sidetracked on myself, and what I should do that I forget about those around me. Does that necessarily make me such a bad person for being considerate of my own happiness, before others? I don’t think so—as selfless as one can be, you definitely...
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Stable-able, but these little moments of serenity will only pass me by until misfortune holds me again. I can listen to these beats as they sync themselves to my own soul, but what’s my next move? I’m just a complete work of art, with no coordination to where I want to go, what I want, and when I should start stop talking, and start walking. Shit happens—but what am I supposed to...
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Where are you now? I’m feeling quite lonely. If I asked you to stay, would you stay with me? I’ve been through so much shit, that I gotta confess- Baby, I’m such a self-dignified mess.
I turn left, right, shoulder to shoulder. I see nothing, no one. I feel so much colder. I’m wanting some kind of security, cause you see; I’m feeling so discontent. If only the heavens...
And every other breath I take, begins to feel like another heart-wrenching sigh.
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Laying on my bed, wanting a special someone by my side—but not knowing who that special person may be…
It isn’t a pleasant feeling.
I contain such unforgivable desires that will eventually lead me to a debt left unpaid. The turmoil that boils within me, rages through as it churns it’s way into my own system, irrigating it’s own path toward the vessels that run through out my body, and flow in circulations as connective wires, criss-crossing the layers that reside way beneath under my skin.
They pump, and this...
The fact of reality is that an eternity does not exist. Establishing life-long friendships is difficult, but people come and go. Sometimes, without a word to spare. You simply grow out of your friends, and you move on. It’s sad to shed someone off that might have meant dearly to you, but it’s simply the truth. It’s just that with every ending, there’s always a new...
I respect opinions—that are certainly relevant to the certain topic of discussion, when it comes to a specified point of view.
But if your “opinion” is just somewhat, remarkably dumb, then I am sorry.
Get the fuck out with your senseless incoherency.
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Those nights of tranquility, and equanimity… when you’re with your mate, lying under the covers with the lights turned off. With nothing to hear, but the sound of his subtle voice as you converse of miscellaneous things—which then diminishes into hearing nothing, but his subtle breath as he dozes off to sleep.. and you’re just lying there, wondering how this moment...
Flat palms, along with untangled fingers because there is not another pair to fill the spaces in between. They are cold; they seek warmth from some kind of blissful hearth of some sort. A soul that exerts that affection that enlightens my own, really. Repetitive and redundant—I’m getting weary of you know what.
In the end, I just wished I had someone to lie my head upon their chest,...
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I accidentally found this song.
I don’t...
Sol
jhayjhaythejetplane:
A force to be reckoned with, yet I long for your warmth. Set me ablaze, feel the flames rise up internally when you and I embrace. My existence revolves around mourning for your inexistence during the darkest of nights, but once my eyes are struck by your rays, I know you’re real. Take my hand and let’s ignite; Fade away as ashes in the breeze, liberated and dancing with...
Luna
jhayjhaythejetplane:
You are the moon; cratered and flawed. Gone in the morning, resurrected at dusk. Never within reach, but those distances, I’ll breach just for a sight I’ll refuse to believe. My love, cratered and all, you still deliver my only light. My only radiance to differentiate from illusions and earthly defiance. Far away you may be, but to me, you’re a heartbeat away. A look out the...
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And there are these moments where I wish to be your “First good morning” of each and every day to make sure that your day starts off good—because I know that your day will start off with a smile.
And there are these moments where I wish to be your “Last good night” of each and every evening, just to make sure that you sleep well with some kind of reassurance from my...
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I may not need someone in order to make me feel happy, but I do need someone to make me feel like I’m special, and actually worth it. As if they’ll respark and rekindle the hope I once had in love—because that is now obsolete.
You see, there's this void..
I feel like there’s an inescapable gap within the folds of my being. As if there’s a piece missing — a rather important piece — to a puzzle that doesn’t make myself feel quite complete. I’m wishing for some kind of realization.
But the only thing I’ve “realized” is how lonely I am, though I try my best not to think about it from time to time.
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Drake - I Get Lonely Too
Damn, I had to reblog...
Maybe it’s because of these restless nights, or these nights that seem nothing more than a broken record—that has me in such a state of lassitude. I can’t find the motive within myself to actually have the endurance. It’s depleted since I’ve actually felt content with myself, but now I’m just not satisfied.
I’m wishing for days where I feel the utmost...
It’s hard to believe that my life has been compiled of different people that have made a great impact on it—much like the waters that flow across the solid, raw structure of stone, eroding the density as it whithers into nothing.
As I’m in these waters, I can feel them clash back and forth, to and fro as it’s waves drown me. They take me down, but they leave me scarred...
Faith may lead you towards some kind of bliss, but it has it’s limitations. It’s just faith; it gives you something to believe in.
I’d rather live a life guided by myself, directed by my own conducting, and coordinated by my own judgement, than to believe in a “God” that may or may not even exist.
If I go to hell, then so be it. I would have lived a life with some...
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Sex is an emotion, in motion.
Poets
poetdreamer:
We see the world quiet askew… So different from me to you… You see beauty in every rhyme You see beauty every time. Yet I know know the truth you see I see what’s different in poetry…. Each rhyme and meter written with care Each word that you see written there Each poem and the poet are still a part. The poem penned from a poet’s heart. Yet you do not realize the pain there The...
You were never permanent.
jhayjhaythejetplane:
Like ink on paper, we clashed, resulting in perfection in the form of scripts and lavish sentences that depicted the movement that evolved into a force as we fought the resistance. We overcame the ban on our self-written literature, but you went ahead and became a ghost writer in a new tale of exhilarating young love, you gave in to demand, you set ablaze the promise of...
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it hurts.
Remember those times ago? All those times we spent alone. Walking hand and hand, and never letting go.
But now you’re into someone new, And I can’t forgive you, for making all those promises, That’ll never come true.
Where did our love go? Tell me, because I’ve got the right to know. Tell me, how you feel… When you’re hurting me so. Tell me, if you change your...
I’ve seen brighter days, and cooler nights than these dark times. I’ve accrued the capacity to have some kind of coherency with my well-trained-common-thought, so I attempt to decipher the sudden transition from days that seemed ideal, to days that seem as if it were my last.
Covert feelings, and masked thoughts—how do I propose that I am in any way different than what I was a...
I wish I didn’t feel so inadequate so often. I suppose this insecurity has gotten to an extent where I’ve become indifferent. At the same time, I wish I could do something different that could make me feel better about myself. I do not enjoy sulking, and wallowing in my own self-loathe and pity.
I must have some kind of assertiveness.
I can do it—I know I can.
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Yes, people abuse those three words of investment, especially the word “Love.”
But when you think about it, is there any way to treat those words correctly? Only saying it when you mean it, though how do you know if you’re actually “feeling it?”
I’m not necessarily taking advantage of it, no.
You just know when to say it when the time is right. I don’t...
"You’re never too young to fall in love, because...
It’s often scrutinized how people say that they’re in love, when other people opine to that by saying it’s merely infatuation. Their own judgment of what they might be feeling, is something they can’t experience for themselves.
So why are you even speaking in the first place when you don’t have the valid diction to do so?
How do you know for a fact that what...
reflections of apathy.
I can look into a reflecting mirror, glass, or some kind of surface that reflects the light in which bounces off to the perception of my own eyes, and see what I try to define the most.
Myself.
Who am I? What am I? For what do I live, and for whom do I live for? What is my sole purpose?
Often, interrogatives and rhetorical questions come a brew. I’m not sure of what I see, really. I see all...
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valeriethai:
fuckyeahslowjams:
We could be...
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Haru Haru - Piano
I just like listening to the...
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If I were to define myself in a few words, I wouldn’t be able to do so. I’m somewhat inarticulate in situations when it comes to self-introductory. I’m an intricate being with many diversities. The way I see it—when it comes to self-descriptions— is that it branches off into two explicable ways;
Who, what, when, where, and about me.
My character composition and my...
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I can reminisce within the boundaries and borders of my own mind— and find you within the depths if I so please. I don’t what it is, but I love your words. I sincerely do. You seem to somehow catch me in a trance every time I find myself lost in your prose, your metrical rhythm, and your verses scripted so—eloquently and illuminatingly.
You’re my inspiration, my dearest....
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Take care of her, and make sure she feels special. Don’t give her that bullshit and say that she can “lean on your shoulder.” Give her more than that. and hold-(her).
I hear songs with melodies that contain bitter reprise Smell flowers that are connected with a chain of nightmarish memories, I ask myself— is this my demise? Is all of this nothing more than a dispute so contemporary?
I see bright lights that are like the astological stars above, I question myself if I can reach them, and grasp it within my palm, How I seek for the wondrous things in life,...
I’m setting myself straight.
I have a lot of choices that are accordingly laid right in front of me, awaiting my decision as to which path to take. I can take a change for the better, or take on for the worst. The choice is within the hands of the beholder, though how am I so sure of myself that my own discernment and judgment is something reliable?
It’s not.
I suppose sometimes,...
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The morning’s sunlight, and the midnight’s eclipses, Leave me in wonder, inarticulate in ellipses. Something delightful, so subtle and sweet, Watching them fall and permeate, As wondrous droplets that cascade— That represent my own escapade. I’m searching for anew, for recreational means. I want change, and something unseen— unseen across the course dispersed within the skies, Something...
