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Monday, May 09, 2005
I miss you so.
Posted at 5/9/2005 7:43:19 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Pain is the omnipresent, the scar that will never heal.
You may think that Pain has subsided but it is just clouded, by happy days and memories.
Sometimes those happy days will disappear and it will be too dark to see the memories.
But inconsistency never lasts.
You just need the one who will bring the light back into your eyes.
When we find that thing we all lust after, the trust we can hold on too...
that is when development starts, love is born and reborn like blossoms on fresh trees.
It's so very beautiful to hold love like those fresh-picked blossoms...
until they wither and die...
The loss of love is never a time to place blame, on anyone.
Maybe you didn't realise it was love...until it was too late.
you don't know what you've got until it's gone.
You were and always will be unaware of how amazing that one person could make you feel.
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We do not choose who we love. And yet...
Love should always be personal...
When people get involved with others love...
it's a safe bet to say they will leave a trail of broken hearts and bitter tears in their wake.
Sometimes we just have to let go...
let go, of everything we love. for the better of everyone.
But, this is life....its never this simple.
Once again, memories come into play, now in a negative light...
If your memories of love are treasured, as they should be...
You will never forget them...we can't forget, unless we truly want too.
NOTHING will ever be EVERYTHING....that we want it to be.
Maybe, you wanted love, and you got it. Congratulations.
But watch out...the day may come...when you will wake up...
.....and your fairytale dream_____will be a nightmare.
DO NOT LOOK BACK.
Love is your destiny...it will find you...don't go looking for it.
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Love is an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt.
do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me.
Posted at 4/10/2005 2:11:14 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Saturday, April 02, 2005
She’d known it was coming; it’s just something you can feel, nagging subtly in the pit of your stomach. Foreboding whispered tauntingly as she endured fitful nights of fruitless slumber.
And now, what had been fate for so many near reclusive days, was coming to life before her wide, forlorn eyes.
She bit at her swollen bottom lip, remembering better days, before the turmoil and rage, before she fully understood the magnitude of what once lay so readily and eagerly within her bashfully cringing hands. However, secrets are created to be allowed to leak into this deadly world, they escape tactfully like sand slipping through desperate young fingers. Her own precious gem of a secret was discovered – before she’d even realized its existence. She had foolishly cast it away in her own isolated ignorance, without seeing the splendor which glinted quietly beneath a flawed crust of ungainly disfigurement.
Now, she clung on wildly by her weakening fingertips, which bled freely as they clawed in desolate anguish. Blood leaking from her desperate pores dried across her contorted face, salty tears were dripping to singe cruelly, healing the blood-spattered wounds inflicted by a dangerously volatile combination of Love and War.
A face appears, smiling in mock naivety, eyes reflecting sweetly like halos in the sunlight. Stepping forward with one dainty foot, a clawing, desperate hand is crushed, the angelic face breaks into a vaguely demonic smirk, exposing cruel teeth, defiant and fierce, disguised by those virtuous eyes. The throbbing hand is released, and the sheep-clad wolf watches as she tumbles uncontrollably down the cliffs of her own faults. The jagged boulders block her path maliciously, catching and stabbing as she plummets to her rapidly approaching demise.
Maniacal laughter, loud, free and wild, is filling the silently grieving air.
Posted at 4/2/2005 10:10:04 am by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Saturday, March 26, 2005
too lazy to write....will do soon. promise.
Posted at 3/26/2005 11:21:35 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
I'm currently residing in my childhood home in London for a few weeks, and I said I wasn't gonna do any posting until i got home, but this, this is too important. I have to post now, while the emotions still lie fresh in my mind.
I'm not too big on movies, in fact I haven't set foot in a movie theater since November of last year, this is not because movies suck. Just the movies playing where I live. I love to come home because it means I'm finally around people with culture and interest. The movies are just the same...Tonight I saw Hotel Rwanda, and my theory was proven to be correct. Wow.
Paul Rusesabagina, manager of the four star Rwandan hotel, Milles Collines, took in and protected over one thousand tutsi and hutu refugees in 1994. With only his wit, courage and a few valuables, he saved countless innocent lives. I cannot begin to even explain the extent of his courage and greatness. Not a single person under his voluntary care was killed.
This film, depicted in brutal and yet beautiful detail, the long, toiling genocide suffered by the Rwandan people. I found myself in more of an emotional state than a film has ever before even come close to putting me in. You all need to see this film. Learn from it, and know that this continues, even now.
Posted at 3/15/2005 6:56:43 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Thursday, February 24, 2005
given you my heart and the diamonds in my eyes,
we'll burn away the spades before they bring us our demise.
and then from our own unbridled passion,
a soul to swallow the brutal clubs we shall fashion.
i'm looking upon my dreams, clear as day,
even as my sleep does end, the images, they will stay.
a brighter smile hath never been made,
nor have my eyes before been without sad shade.
this smile seems to be my new born fate,
that I can state clearly and without debate.
Posted at 2/24/2005 7:57:04 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Saturday, February 19, 2005
You'll look so pretty
gazing down from so high.
Eyes glinting like hidden treasures,
in a swirling sapphire sky.
I'll take all that's mine,
and peel away the rough.
Give you the buried diamonds,
and pray that it's enough.
I'm sewing up the sutures,
bringing back the stolen smiles.
Together we'll live in sunlight,
and overcome the looming trials.
Posted at 2/19/2005 2:19:05 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Thursday, February 17, 2005
And I just knew I wanted to talk to you. To touch my inquisitive fingers to your face, feeling your emotions, your memories.
shine on diamond eyes
I saw the pain flecked through your eyes like the paint of an enraged artist. Saw days and days of drowning.
Sometimes you just know when to build a dam.
Sometimes you just know....
that you are capable of love.
If you say my eyes are beautiful, it's because they are looking at you.
Posted at 2/17/2005 5:19:03 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Everything done around me lately seems to be artificial. People with plastic smiles painted on to gloss over the impending gloom. Sometimes I wish they had what I do.
It's only you...
The eternal cure, sometimes, is actually within your grasp. No longer teasing you, fluttering through your outstretched fingers, but in your warm embrace, sending jolts of new hope through your sweetly tingling limbs.
Your trembling mass accepts emancipation like a mother aching to hold her new born child for the first time. This is like a new born child, fresh and learning, fragile and innocent.
Posted at 2/10/2005 11:23:19 pm by this lost soul
under fictitious skies
We live drenched in sin, we breath it's vile prensence, it dwells within us, circulating and cultivating.
If we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left.
War is Peace.
War for us in this world is a normality. Whether it be a struggle between selfishly dueling countries, or a fight between children. We could not live and operate without Confrentation.
Freedom is Slavery.
We are silently guided through our lives in so many ways we don't quite realize. Left alone and entirely free would surely be the death of us. We depend on others and their guidance.
Ignorance is Strength.
If we knew all the answers to every question ever vocalised, we would live in sheer terror, we are afraid of the unknown, but knowing of tragedies and tears to come, can hardly seem more appealing.
If anyone can give me the name of the genius I stole this concept from (I'm not really bright enough to think it up myself) I will give you a present. Drop a comment if you have an idea, because it's a good present. (Along with the glory of winning.)
Posted at 2/10/2005 7:11:30 am by this lost soul
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