RelentlessThe tears fall relentlessly from the heavens Drenching the land in a downpour of sorrow Impregnated clouds are lit from within by lightning, casting doubt onto the shadowsRelentless
A crack of thunder booms overhead Shaking the ground, the leaves of the trees trembling in the thunder's wake The tears fall relentlessly from the heavens
Dark clouds roil across the embittered sky Winds whipping branches into the vulnerable heavens Drenching the land in a downpour of sorrow
Black as pitch across the open fields Shadows hidden amongst deeper shadows Impregnated clouds are
AlethophobiaAnd I wish all the thoughts in my head could be transposed to paper, dancing across freely painted canvas. But this must be alethophobia, such an irrational fear of the truth. So please forgive me if I allow my thoughts to be malnourished as they are hidden in the darker corners of my skull, forbidden to bask in the glory of the sun, or any light.Alethophobia
I am afraid to voice them, but equally afraid to write them down. I grip them tightly with both hands, screaming at them when they try to loosen my tenuous hold on them, and erasing any trace of their existence when they find they are able to just barely skip across a page or two.
And
simplicityWhat if all I ever wantedsimplicity
was the chance to F A L L
for [love]you[/love]?
What if all I ever wanted was to tell you the God-honesttruth?
But you know I'm too much of a coward because I couldn't and now you'll never know.
Come home. If you don't, the truth will hide always.
languishAm I wrong to keep looking back, to try so hard to make it work when I know it won't? And sometimes I don't even think it's about him - I think it's about that feeling, the one where every morning you wake up and he is your sunshine. Every day, he makes you want to get out of bed at ungodly hours of the morning, makes you want to smile whenever he's near, makes you want to be a better person. Instead of being a spectator, you wish only to be a real part of life, playing the game.languish
Is it because he was that important? Or is it because he had those extraordinary eyes?
One day, I'll be brave. One day, I'll say, when you come home, w
| Sometimes I wish I were braver. Sometimes I have to remind myself that if someone doesn't appreciate that my thoughts go too fast so I speak fast to keep up with them, or that my trains of thought are constantly hopping tracks, or that I lose them often, they aren't worth it. Music is one of the most important things in my life, and lately my absolute love of writing has come back to me. |
I, Oedipus highly acclaimed by all 
that account, absolutely, but I impulsively decided to make this one. The hell is wrong with me?!
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I HAVE FOUND YOU! Yaaaay. i was vair vair agrevated as you commented and i commented back and then I COULDNT FIND YOU OR WHAT WE HAD COMMENTED ON. You just made my day
Im rambleing again. see, I aaalways ramble. (Y)
xzxx
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~IF IN DOUBT, BUY A FISH
> YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE <
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"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
YAY! exactly, a true rambler is just someone who thinks so fast no one else can see the connection. THEY ARE JUST STUPID.
xzxx
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~IF IN DOUBT, BUY A FISH
> YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE <
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-Live, Laugh and chase the boys
-Girls, be ambitious
-If Shakespeare can make up words, goddammit, so can I
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"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
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-Live, Laugh and chase the boys
-Girls, be ambitious
-If Shakespeare can make up words, goddammit, so can I
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"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
And thank you for the add ^^
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