Take it all back and fly
Until you fall into the ocean that formed
from your crass insecurities, threatening to swallow us all
in your self-pity
Words never meant anything to you,
You're sinking in the quicksand
melded together through fear and
dismantled justice that will never ring true
And we'll learn of the pieces of coral,
floating and sinking inside of your
pool of thought
Everyone always said that thought was a train
that can be derailed,
But
Thought is a pool
in which we take the superficial and transform it
into something profound
Why else do you think that we can get so lost in thought?
Dive deeper.
Look until
The mountains move under
My ears enamored
By progress
A process in progress
Again and again.
And with this realization
I climb the staireo
It's four flights
(Four to Japan,
Four between N and 7,
One a life reference,
One a service tag
But all the number four)
But this is too personal.
You can relate.
In those moments, our worlds collide
Once far apart, now twined in heart
And words can touch the face of man
As sure as wind and water can
Though wrought apart
By miles of matter
My thoughts are yours
Conferred by letter
The item I choose to use
I pocket and keep
as a memento you see
untouchable
For lives intertwine and unwind
as you can only hold on
to those memories given
as you gave
If the world asks, I'm not afraid
Rollercoasters, I'm not afraid
Relationships, I'm not afraid
Being alone, I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid,
And
I'm not afraid..
Death, I'm not afraid
Consequence, I'm not afraid
War, I'm not afraid
I tell myself, I'm not afraid
Long hours, I'm not afraid
Bullies, I'm not afraid
Tests, I'm not afraid
The truth, I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid,
And
I'm not afraid..
Taking charge, I'm not afraid
Skydiving, I'm not afraid
Speeding, I'm not afraid
I tell myself, I'm not afraid
System restructure begin?
Click.
Here she comes a glimmerin'
Where do we begin?
Everywhere is okay
Anywhere is the beginning
And it doesn't have to end.
Some say she's an idealist.
It's all the counterspeaking.
It gets to them.
But that's the point.
She wants you to hear her.
I'm looking for love.
I'm looking for hope.
I want to be published and live with that.
I want to save the world but wonder sometimes if it's worth it at all.
I wonder if some don't need to stay.
I wonder if it's all worth the effort and struggle.
In the end I don't know what I'm looking for. I only know what I want to happen.
The truth of any of it is impossible to think of
I want to stop hating myself as much as I do.
I want to be able to look at my own face and truly believe that I could ever be like I was when I was younger.
I need to learn what I need to learn. I want to understand my own emotions and my own mind.
Or maybe I
Up to Me
As I take a look around me
I see the majesty of this life
In every flower and every leaf
I see a balance to the strife
Sometimes the troubles I face
Seem to be a losing fight
But still I move always forward
Constantly putting wrongs to right
This life is only what I make it
How I face it is up to me
There are no mountains I can not climb
Though this is often hard to see
As long as I keep going
And determine to not give in
This life can only get better
Much better than it has been
Maybe I'm just a dreamer
Perhaps I need to "get a clue"
But I will never do less than my best
Because my best is all that I can do
Chri
shatter rebuild hope he'll for by tailsjm, literature
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shatter rebuild hope he'll for
when we met my heart knew I'd always chose you
Before my tonugue spoke and my eyes cried I felt a great joy inside
Then my soul knew I'd only choose you but that was before
I knew you choosen her at first I still believed it could be
But once I saw that smile that melt my heart focused on her
I knew you'd never choose me for you see
It's only natural for the two to be
isn't that what love is a boy and girl?
If so then why does my heart race?
Why do I feel vulnerable and safe under his gaze?
His voice cast my pain away but inflicts like a dual sword
His smile draws me like the sun
While when he's upset I caught in a storm
Why do
The Old Woman and the Seam by ptothepower, literature
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The Old Woman and the Seam
The Old Woman and the Seam
Once there was an old woman who lived alone in an apartment. Her hair was white and her skin was wrinkled and she had cataracts in her eyes. The cataracts were bad so she was quite blind. The old woman wore large bifocals with tortoise shell rims. She was a knitter. She would pluck the wool from her basket and sit for hours in her rocking chair knitting. The woman had strong arms but her hands had arthritis and she would soak them in hot salt water to make them stop aching. She had gone eight days now without knitting something productive.
The old woman had young nurse who would visit her. The young nurse