These lids are stretched wide open with holes in my bed meant for sleeping, but i keep riddles instead, inside this pocket of a heart that hopes to belong to love. At this hour my mind likes to scream “I’M INDECENT !” with tremors that plague my body like there is no tomorrow, I let out a mere gasp , Holy God won’t you listen? That my soul would be spared from torment, that you would be real , that all I ever needed was you, Because all people know to do is betray hearts. May His truth be known among you! Let me be something else, LORD! Like the waters that cling to your feet as you walked, or the donkey you trusted to carry you. This is nothing to anyone at all , not in this night . Embarrassed to call it a prose, more like a desperate and feble attempt of writing sentimentalities that pertain to unequalled realities. But all these words fall terribly short and I am a man in a den, With few words left on my lips and even fewer friends. O but i do love you, Lord.
These specs are windows
And though small,
We still look away as to avoid
Eye contact, to feel small
And ever so afraid that some
One might find our souls,
For they are stretched out and
Nailed to our frames,
Not always intact.
Yes , these windows our small but out
Souls are large and laid wide across a bed if secretes we are to paranoid to handle , though we sure like to compartmentalise, that it would make us feel slightly better.
I came to the earth naked , and naked I shall return , as I’d been nothing but a breath.
Let me remain naked and bare before all
Well aware of the bruising and the edges that make me so Fallible. And from a breath all life was given, and in the same notion , if been forgiven .
And so I love your souls , though hidden.
They are large and beautiful , despite the Shame and blood ties forged to keep you alive with a closed heart. No path way is so hidden that He should not find.
I’m in danger …
Because I see homeless and broken
And my heart cannot refuse a god with
A living love, and it’s both flesh and spirit.
So my mind is cloud that the world can’t reach and the wind is picking up and I’m going further away , the further I go the less you see of me , the less you’ll comprehend , but if you are wild at heart then your mind may be light enough for your heart to take you up and follow this breeze .
Im broke in desire for wealth and pleasures , and my money is not my own.
I’m ruined because your life doesn’t make sense and I have no yearning to keep my life for myself, but it will look different from the ways of men, I will be despised for the sake Of love, I need to be this way …
Of course last time i looked i was knees deep before i even knew I’d drown, and when i rose out from where the waters swallowed the earths beauty, my body had changed forever, like in the days of Noah and the new soil emerging from dreamers dew. I was spring with a fever.
& the ways of the people are to unfamiliar by now, I was forged and painted by the colours of a sun, to form part of a different tribe.
How can you insist i follow a road i can no longer see? And i was light years away from your mind, and my dreams had encompassed the galaxies, and the galaxies me, I was destroyed.
& i know the song of a dreamer who dreamed too much, so flesh and blood turned him over, and after years of unkempt ties and worn out eyes, rose to be king. I’m a slave too, my love is a river, and my heart an out of tune drum, but its still savage and worhty of love bearing, with every beat.
Show me the the pavement you feel I’m must tread, and i will show you bodies of water that had needed years of treading, but you loved the shore too much, as well as your thinking.
therein , being stretched out like an animal, waiting for the slaughter, but I’m curious …
Which one did i look like to you? a pig? was i so disgusting, did i dwell in the unfathomable? did i repulse you? though i might not disagree, id hope it wasn’t the pig. maybe it was fish, and though not so repulsive, perhaps more insignificant that i would not even be on your mind. Tha my thoughts were ebbing and it didnt matter anyway if i lived on or died, i would not know the difference.
But for you i was coerced and stunted by fear , a wholesome fear, and now i look into the eyes of God, to feel the pain of separation, and to acknowledge the heart that knew this anguish.
So when you see me stretched out like an animal, i hope i look like a lamb, I hope my stench reaches the heavens in my decay , and i hope you realise that i was afraid in life, because I’d fallen in love with you, I understood His fear, that of which had moved the most beloved and wholesome, who was a lion but was seen as the lamb, as He stretched out, i stretch out, like an animal, and i hope you see me as a lion.
I eat but am not satisfied, i drink but still thirst…. but when i look at you, my world becomes you. i hope you know…
...for the moment that i was given to explain my absence so as to excuse my behavior or present blithe as the doors swung open and then closed, furthermore,my wrists were broken , let the tears tell the story as they replace the ink on these pages .
'The Fools Heart'
That’s what it would be called. It would proceed to tell you about how my smile is stupid and im careless to dispute these things. Like count the minutes before i go to sleep and know the burden of keeping sheep tied all but in the mind. Nowhere else.
I was inserted here. And as of young Inlove with the ocean, my emotions are old but my love still young, and they speak but i hear them as faint voices.
Its the season from where the layers crack, my skin peeled back to expose the lungs still heaving. Your speech is honey, a tear shy from honesty, and i was a monster to you.
I roll back my tongue to keep the secrets of all the places i had been. Bitter is the irony that sarcasm jokingly spurrs from every crevice and its shadow along our bodies.
But it wasn’t me , though argued with deep thought, and collected the frayed stitching on your heart, it still wasn’t me, when i open my eyes to a day id believed nightmares of perpetuality and the kings of dull living and their dungeons and uninspired thrones. And when i was dsipondant before light and every spectating glance across the room, its still wasn’t me.
For these layers still peel back , and i still breath like fire before the night, its silence, its torment and the minutes still count all the times i think about finding a tree big enough to hollow out , and live in .
When i am me, i will be. If you don’t see it when the time is befitting, then it is not my fault. You can find me among the reeds and its lilies, when summer comes to remind us all , love is abundant .
I am here with unclean hands , and sinned more times than I could say “holy” but here i remain in silent vesper, and wonder about Jesus and if i was still able to look at his face. I wondered about His story, and realized that man had lied about their glory, This son of men , born of The Father, to save a people who knew theater , who knew how to play the parts of how to be righteous 101, but knew nothing of the author.
Then i think about the people he went to , the people he asked “will you follow?” None of these where right men, none of these knew promise, none of these sinless, not even in the discipline of Jesus, but He did not count the times they would sin, He did not count the times they would be righteous, But the times they wore big smiles on their faces, because there was one who loved them , like the eastern sun loved the mountains, and he watched men weap like the rivers running down them, he weighed the water and turned it into gold, beause wine was for drinking , and changed the heart of broken man, forever.
this is the Christ i follow , too. This is the saviour.
How do we stop ourselves from the pain that we live with how do we stop ourselves from hurting because we lost the one we love how do I make my self believe that I will be ok
Depends what you are looking at. If all you see is death, you will believe there is only death, and the pain that comes with it . If you change your line of sight, start looking at life , then life you will become, and life , you. When i look within myself, i always find pain, im always aware of the emptiness. When i look outside myself, i see beauty , an people that need help , as i do. And i try and help and sometimes that’s the answer. Also , life in eternity is glorious.
…& the thing is i shake all the time , and my mind screams “can you not be still for just a second!?” this shame is a blade i swallowed whole, and i dont quite remember when, or how it got this far, only that its hurts when i breath, or move too much in my sleep. the things that ive done, im afraid to show, there is nothing here that i feel would speak of acceptance, there is no eye that would look upon this mess, and not be repulsed.
These things are better kept hidden, under big smiles and cheeks that learned to laugh at the first sign of a breakdown, we know to cover up well. this lie is poison , and im a fish out of water.
I hope you find me… I hope you stop the shaking , i hope you are not repulsed, i hope you see something in me, or notice me at all…
& you know, its funny…. now that i think back … I’ve always been the kid that pondered about the ocean for that moment longer, the kid that could not look away from the night, when i held the grass firmly between my fingers , in solitude of my own thinking.
I always felt weird, did i feel something they didn’t? why did it feel like my stomach carried gallons of water, i was pregnant with the earth, the life that perspired, in gasps of laughter and exhales of silence and then moments defined by sights that would burden me with a tangible echo of its wonder.
I would see the seas rise up , the sun flood the earth , and the stars trade places with the rivers and lakes that i used skip stones in . Smooth or rough, it didn’t make a difference , to me they both did the job.
I heard strings played by the rain in such a way that had never been played by man. Ive heard thunder croon me to sleep, lightining that would cast some light where darkness propagated fears that bled from my ears, and then it would be alright .
& now that i think about it…. my worst fear was that of love not being real, the love the earth and all its trees, along with every fruit, every bird and the bee, rejoicing and breathing and singing beauty, of which faltered human connection displaced words and contorted love, until the chest that held the heart melted before the sun rise , until irrtated skin , and heavy eyelids.
I cannot help but desire to run into the bed of nature, although not less harmful, at least my heart would would not corrode , thats a matter of the mind , but i was not built to be alone , though still , i linger a moment more, in caves that know my name , in waves that touched the pain, and nights that knew my thoughts , and songs that no one would ever hear, not even in plane sight.
And every word was like cancer, and so it was eating at our rib cage and the flesh of our lungs and the breath of our love ebbing.
There was no more room for breathing and the little oxygen supplied to our brain would slur words like ” you are driving me insane”
Our hearts are latent before the night and the shadows that cover our faces and the pained expressions , and accusations that conceal us.
I’m too weak in my knees to stand , after bruises incurred by hospital corners and in between fumbling and stumbling. We are far too young to feel the pain of loneliness, breaking our muscles and pulling our bones , but we are still together .
( i think we get hurt by the thing we say because we already believe the unworthiness that we feel , lets stop believing that, lets love…)
I had a dream, in it you loved me, and i counted all the times we held hands, and it was more beautiful than the hope of a sunrise, and the songs the ocean sings.
My lips are yours but you don’t know it, and so is this core I will rip out willingly, and lay it all before you, I’m a stream of longing and agony, may i be fulfilled by your sweetness, i see you too, fragile but kind in your weakness.
I am weak too.
But I’d live for you, and my ribcage would protect you, unlike my words that always fail to. Do not revel in your blindness, but in the warmth of my passion you can rest, I’ll be the bed sheet that kept you warm, and maybe you’ll want me…
And maybe you’ll see the man that i really am, and not the men reign in judging, im no shadow and i bleed in my sleeping. I am real and ferocious and my heart is worth keeping, i think….
It didn’t matter though, whether i was worth keeping, i would still love you and long to hold you always, because you have always been worth loving and of good keeping, you were fabricated from adoring genes, and this same kiss would adore you forever, in the places you would like to be missed.
“The smartest thing I’ve ever learned is that I don’t have all the answers, just a little light to call my own.”
I’ve never been one to settle in and make my home in uncertainty. As I’m an introverted, problem solver by nature, questions usually demand that I seek an answer, or at least a probable explanation as to why things are the way they are. Once I’ve sat with a question long enough to develop an answer, I cling to it, tightening my grip as I go, because I like knowing there are reasons behind moments of sorrow, pain, happiness, and joy. I like knowing my life is making a difference and I am living for something higher than myself.
But I am learning that, sometimes, it is OK to not know. Sometimes, people deserve something other than my carefully crafted explanations can provide. Sometimes, circumstances are more profound, more intricate, than we could imagine.
Because the world and all its complexities—its wars, famines, genocides, tragic events, and natural disasters—deserve more than simple explanations.
Because humanity, in all its beauty and devastation, deserves more than pat answers.
I am also learning that it takes so much strength to let go of control. It takes courage to rest without an answer. It takes bravery to sit there, in that place of pain and discomfort, and just simply be. This doesn’t mean I don’t care anymore about finding solutions or determining reasons—but it does mean I have chosen to embrace the mystery and will allow it to shape me, instead of always attempting to define it.
This is hard—so hard—because I am fearful. I’m afraid of becoming someone new. I’m afraid things won’t be comfortable anymore. I’m afraid they won’t make sense.
But I’m finding the courage to stay in this place. I’m beginning to loosen my tight grasp and fall into the beauty of the mystery, because I’m finding that our lives require us to do that. Our lives call us to cast aside our simple answers and to look for the stars behind the dark clouds, even if that means we have to sit there for a while.
Give yourself the grace to probe the heavy questions—the ones that emerge from the deepest places of your humanity—without the pressure of shaping them into something you can always understand. Let the beauty and mystery of that place shape you instead.
“Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows, a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.”
You have to come closer, & if you can , love the skin im in, because i don’t. & when you do come closer still, to peak through my hearts kaleidoscope, and see the shadows kept at bay by the warmth of your love, like lights embracing this film i call body. I still lie here , in contrast of your presence, collapsing on bed sheets to my hearts decay, its silent and painful, and im not free, just alone, in this skin.
I need love, not just to conceive me, but to hold me, in desperate arms. I want to be needed, the reason for red cheecks, and a fluttering heart kept from sleep, I want to be the electricity in your finger tips, and the heat on your lips.
To be kept alive, by the sound of your heart beating faster, and wake to the strands of your hair on my chest. & also, to hear whispers that were afraid, but for once, not of me, but of loosing me, because I’m afraid of never finding you.
So hurry, this heart’s an hourglass, and I ache more than you know, for now. Come fall on my side, and know the rib cage you came from, I truly need you.
Y cuando me beses , ante la caricia de tus ojos y despues del alumbrado aliento que suspiras , me detuve ante la promesa de cuya sobra arrimada en el ventrículo de sus mentiras. de nuevo suplicare que no me engane la oscuridad, las estrellas las tengo de testigos, y al sol , lo conosco como juez. Nada se le esconde, no hay razón por la cual tu lo tengas que hacer. diras de mi que soy dichoso, pero mi palabra te la doy eterna como si fuera la unica. en ese entonces te enterraras en mis ojos, como se lo permiti a mi corazón al verte alborotada ante la luna, y el agua como miel , al no querer se alejar de tu belleza. Majestuosa seras al ser tan frágil, pero ya no eres jovencita, lo han dicho tus lagrimas dentro de poesías retóricas y silencios entre palabras que lastiman al someterte sentimientos de ser despreciada, pero te lo prometo mi vida, que todos deseamos destruir los espacios que distancian nuestros cuerpos, pero no somos ninos, y no traducimos el gesto, y el miedo nunca nos deja, solo cambia de forma.
I drew near and saw you, and could not pull the galaxies and all layers of gravity from you fast enough Just to get to you, you ravished my heart darling, You were a magnet to every thought in my mind, the center of light and desire inside me, and i burned.
And I would behold the way you pant and lie down on the ground, and in your weakness succumb to the darkness that blanketed you, and you were dying , as you extracted all life from your insides , and groans that bled from your mouth, and nightmares that gushed with nightfall.
… I loved you , and burned over and over, until brighter than the sun, and hotter than its core, I broke thourgh the still black, and loved you through the grave and the valleys of ashes, and beheld you closer still, a frail body in my arms, lifeless and i breathed and you came to sight, And again i was captive to the wonder of your soul, and exchanged my place for yours, And all the pain and all the strife, vanquished by a joy that outnumbered the stars, now you know that i loved you, before time and dust, yes before earth was on my mind.
together we counted the clasping hands and their fingers, and the number of breaths and the skipping of beats, to keep the warmth in our chests come nestle into my deep, love forever beholding my lover asleep.
He started breathing heavy the day he saw worthlessness looking back at him in the bathroom mirror, in windows of buses, in tall building mirrors, …in oceans.
He named it unlovely, and so he was, counting his fingers with anxious scrutiny. Nobody looks for long enough, and he wonders if he was even human, fishing for glances that acknowledged life in him, but none was found, no eyes dared to engage the dark eyes, that would beg fear to leave him, the strength of his arms displayed in the grappling of his coat, pulled shut to escape judgment. No one bled life , nor further direction or explenation of the consequence of drowning, he knew it now, it was dark, heavy, still and lonely, but life that knew of passing bodies, but gills forget the water they propel through, he did not have gills, yet it was better.
& you don’t know the sensation of tearing veins from inside, you know not the thoughts on my mind, how they are a treason to my own skin, and it seems my tongue has become nothing less than a grave digger these days, but i don’t like the idea of death as the winner. I clash heads against Nietzsche, and how this world seems like his adopted son, rivers of woe is what you reap inside of me, where I’ve learned to keep my head above the water, but these drops are poison, i wont be floating for to long, and my hopes are a collapsed lung. To know its all an illusion, and to know there is no truth past the words you profuse.
I can’t tell you about the things i see inside my head, and I can’t trust the silence that lies before me, like most things on city pavements and daily routines.
Be quick , and deconstruct it all ! So whoever is a kid in their right mind, be left, and twice as swift to make a move through the jungle, we were tribal ! Peeling back all sense and notions that told us we couldn’t float of the ground. Watercolor wars across our faces, painted to define that life was more than lost traces of love, but a consuming force of a greater entity. do you get it now? And if you don’t by the time the clock strikes one, you may be here forever! Im not asking much, but i need a friend. We were instrumenteers build for these musical frontiers. And we will use the wood of these trees that made home for us acorss the centuries, and they didn’t mind, because we knew how to love before we knew how lost we were.
I certainly was, but no more ! Yeah God is a Family tree and its holding me captive, oh how wonderful it is! I belong in these woods, so do you. We are one, just as a branch from the tree. I will make music, but its better if there are two ! or more, perhaps a mutlitude of people that prefer hope over the stolen generations of solemn desolation, And if we are crazy , the let us be, So we have each other, that’s all that is worth singing about. don’t you know?
You were a good man, & the reason I love books with hard covers, all neatly fashioned on lightly dusted bookshelves. When a child, these were empty rooms, and you where a ghost looking down hallways, yet you still smiled like it was all okay.
I was curious of the words that had captured your minds attention , and even more you hearts discretion. My eyes swiftly leaping in between pages, but it seemed the scent of the books while freshly re-opened released the thoughts you had silently written, in a whimsical aspiration. I could of sworn you were still around.
You were a good man, you need to know i think the best of you, Old man.
I don’t know what I’m looking at most of the time I also don’t know why humans focus more on the reasons why we don’t look at you instead of actually just looking for you. I also wonder how many times I stare at a wall while you wave your hands in front of me hoping I’d believe you were doing that. I wonder how many times you are compelled to hug me, do i smell nice? am i warm to you? I’m the worst friend some times. But you are a cup of tea, unphased by the breeze, you warm my heart.
In a nut shell… there is only nuts. No over complicating, no metaphors, You are as sweet as honey, and every word is meant. It is more real, maybe im the fake one here, pretending not to see or hear, my reasons are my own, but wont you take them from me, for these times are so damn lonely, my Lord, my friend.
To that lovely person who sent me the personal message, thank you ! I felt it needed some what of acknowledgement. It was beautiful and made me smile, and i find those simple things are the hardest to achieve, sometimes.
Do you believe in depression? do u think something that hasj happen can affect ypur emotions and question your faith. By which you start tu question God doing in your life.
Yes, Depression is real. Feelings will always challenge your faith. But they do not dictate who you are or what is truth. Feelings are just feelings, not truth, most cases they are lies, if you are having troubles with the intensity of them then turn all your ways unto Him who has saved you. He has made a way out and His truth will set you free from all affliction. Because that’s what he paid for, your life to belong to Him not to depression. Immerse yourself in His word and plead with Him that He may reveal His love. That is the way i was set free from it. I stopped believing the voice in my head that said i was worthless ( along with the feelings) and believed what God said I was. And my faith has made me well. (:
(Please make available the button to answer you in private as i dont want this space to become a advice blog , thanks you ! (; )
what do you do when the person you have feelings for loves someone else
If they are in a relationship , respect that. If they are not, and you have a burning passion for them then be yourself and have confidence in who you are, and just be legit, also very intentional with every thing you do for the person. Hold nothing back, hide nothing. ( but also be sound minded about it ) hope it helps.
Have you ever hurt someone so much and regretted saying the things that you said
Yes. I hated my self for it , for a very long time because of it as well. But that’s in the past and all is well. They forgave me, and we have an even better relationship than before, in many ways. It is a good feeling.
Yes i was trying , to feel better about my self by shoving food down this hole I call throat, when i was stunned to realize that i was only a shadow, I was whole when he spoke, but these rooms sound so hallow. They speak of when i was alone but i see valleys that echo im only as great as the last place i fell in. And yes, i have moments of weakness, but when i closed my eyes i was an anchor to the ceiling that i seemed to be hiding. ALL EYES ON ME , I was a story that had been told before shake spear, but I still don’t know who was watching.
this was real, that was all. these are short , so that you may read. And im still not sure whether an audience begs for tragedy or the dried up rain upon fresh soil.
I was old then , but younger now, perhaps more foolish, but it helps to wear a grin.
If you are denser than my skin then you can have all of me, if you are denser than my sin, then you may have my hearts affection, If you are denser than my minds abyss, then i will sing songs of you forever. Wherever you might find me, I will be telling your stories, and they will be closer to the truth that those loveless gospels the churches boast of.
Good bless that heart of yours I pray that he continues to bless you in life and in love and that he will show you the woman he has set out for you. .. I pray that he continues to guide you in your life v and that wherever you are and whatever you are doing that you always remember how much you are loved by an amazing father his love is everlasting ♥♥
Amen, to that. Gods love is the definition of love, and how to act out love, yet sometimes I kinda feel like I and unworthy of this great love, and find it hard in a world we live in today. I know that Gods love has been there for me when there was no other, yet sometimes i feel so far. (if you get what i mean)
He is Love. To be unworthy of His love is to feel unworthy of Him. Did you know that the Israelites thought God was angry at them ? So they never sought Him because of fear. The only one that got to experience His Love was the only one that was able to lead them, and that is Moses. But even He was ashamed , but God called Him close. How much more abundant is the spirit of God in you, now that Jesus has come and has made a home inside you. Friend, Jesus is your lover. Let Him love you !! don’t reject His love because you think you are unworthy. He didnt die for you because he thought you were worthy, (cause no one is) he died because he burns with love for you. His Joy in you was great enough for Him to endure the greatest suffering. If ever you feel distant from His love, that “feeling” is a lie. Do not let it make its home in your heart. Stand in the truth and not in some wavering moment of weakness and solitude. It is the glory of Christ inside you that shines when we defy the lies that come our way with th truth that we have been told , the same truth written on our hearts. If you ever need encouragement, find a trusted brother or sister or mentor that can encourage you. And most importantly , be humble and honest with everything , do not be so proud that you must conceal your pain from others. Darkness looses its power when brought out to the light. (: I learned this the hard way. Be blessed. And know that you are infinitely loved, and the father delights on you.
my I ask how do you define love. Like the passion I guess if thats the right word that you have towards it. it seems to define who you are. So how do u define love??
The perfect image of Love is the Son of God. Who He is is the best example, the one i rely on, the one I follow. And to this day and age, it has proven to never fail. Because through this love all is held together, all has been created , for the many pleasures and delights that comes with agape love. unconditional, selfless, love.
hi i was the anonymous who asked about if u like someone would you tell them, i was wondering bout this what happens if it goes wrong how do u pull back up again if u have been repeatedly rejected
That is tough. But i have been there, and there is no easy way out of this one. However, who you are is beyond the appraisal of a lover. In this case what i have done as a solution, is to learn that i still have love in me, and there are people that are looking for that love, i am able to give it, in a different way but still just as meaningful. This is where life isn’t just about me, and when i surround myself with like minded people , then id say there is a greater chance of finding that romantic love among them..those selfless lovers of life and anything that pertains to it. Don’t give up hope, find these good things in life , inside the hearts of good people, and enjoy as much as you can, and by this time maybe you’ll have realized that you dont need such a person to make you feel complete, and perhaps it is then when we meet them. And remember that you are not alone, this is a real struggle, and people want to talk about this, but most of us are too afraid to open up. You’re already ahead, keep going. And just be YOU. If people reject it , know that somewhere down the line it will stop because some one will be humble enough to truly see the gold in you. I dont know the answers to everything, but i believe in this, but i also believe that we are all worth so much more that we make each other feel. Keep the candle lit (: . Life attracts life. So be full of it. (:
hi, it was great meeting you for a brief short period of time during the event. I read your advice to that anon, about not holding back, but say you had a bad experience, or fear is stopping you. how do you get rid of fear in love?
I can tell you what i did , and hope that it helps. I had to stop fearing death.I have chosen to die for something, to entirely devote my life to something, that thing is Love. So if somewhere down the road i get hurt by standing in love and not holding back , then i am okay with that, to the point where id gladly die at the hands of Love. Doesn’t mean i wont get hurt , but Ive chosen this for myself, not because i like pain ( i really don’t) but the reward is always a million times better. And it makes me feel free.
Hi can I ask you something follower to follower ?? If u like someone would u have the courage to tell them or just keep it to yourself and have you ever been in love bevause the way you write at times is amazing and wanted to know if its personal
Hi there ! :D
Yes I would have the courage to tell them, i know this because i have done this very thing. Unfortunately , that didnt work out , for mysterious reasons. I’m fine now , and still looking and hoping for that one woman that will have the power to steal the breath from within me. I write the way i do because there is only one thing i live for, and it is Love. I have it in me to give love, i long to do it in a romantic way soon, everything i write is about love or the lack of it. I want to continue to discover what love looks like, if i can help be part of the tapestry of love through out life , then i have accomplished something meaningful. My advice to you is , dont EVER hold back , you were made for love. And perfect love casts out all fear, take courage in all you do knowing that you will only have one chance to do it, what you have to say needs to be said, because you are that important. remember, courage is not the lack of fear but the choice to face your challenge in spite of it… i dont know who said that … but he was wise.. (or she) next time come off anon, I promise it will be worth it and there is a lot of freedom when we cast light on things especially your identity , i promise it feels better.
From here it all seems unreachable, but these burning rocks we call stars Are palatable to my blood, and I’m flying in my mind all the time, i don’t know whats more depressing, the gravity on my shoulders or the fear beleaguer. Don’t count me out, i keep monocles in my right pocket, i brisk to sea shores, I’m a cliff sitter, keeps the rock warm.
I’m a star gazer they say, but i long for more, to be parched on a different edge , to sail through sea of lights and dust particles that knew the thoughts of the prophets long before. I belong where i stare, that is where i fare, more than a gazer, a true born navigator. It is my will that i die for something i believe in, just as He did.
It really does, “this” becomes harder when you are trying to escape, especially when you don’t quite know what to call “it”. And all you have to show for it are mangled organs that would make any man twist his words, and i don’t make sense, that is all i have , in this moment. so i would ask if it was okay not to be strong for a day, if it was okay that i wasn’t okay, and no i don’t feel like explaining it. I just want you to know what it’s like, I’m afraid I’ll wake up and find out my whole life was a dream, or maybe I’m more afraid that i would actually prefer that it was, perhaps my body was made for the sea, to complement its mystery. I’m in tunnels deep within the ocean, but it may as well be false, my every dream and every thought, But O how i hope that i would find God in between my fingernails, and those bitter waters I’d swept away .
"I’m like the sun , you know?" she said, her gaze steady and bewitching. "Is that so?" He beamed. "…you can expose your skin, it will be fine, i may bring you warmth and delight, I may kiss it all day, and leave you wanting more by night, but get too close and i will burn you…” she challenged, not adverse or coerced by fearsome movement. "well i do like the sun, and I’m okay with being burnt, heard you give skin cancer too?” he scrutinized.
She sat there seemingly unperturbed, the locks in her curly brown hair appeared to chime with the wind. With a sun hat placed ironically over her head, gesturing with her grin to continue.
I drew close , stringed my fingers across the back of her neck, with two harmonies composed within our rib cage, and the acoustics were almost too eloquent, except for the heavy breathing, and paralleled glances.
"if it meant that I got to hold you this close for the rest of my life, then i would gladly succumb to the cancer you would bring, whether long or short, i would have lived like the best of men.”
Her lips overflowed with ecstasy from earnest words and their proliferate passion, like juices spurting forth from the teeth that awakened them into the river of conjugate laughter.
"so long have i waited for my night to embrace me, so long as there is such knight to illuminate , i will keep burning for him.” she replied between the gasps of ecstatic blood venturing through the purest of chambers.
She pulled on his arms to display her gravity, and conjured a promise of uncharted densities, far greater than earth and at the foreboding galaxies, like a seal that spoke of destinies, from one desperate and yearning lip to the other, o how these days were so much like summer, always forgetting that they would be numbered.
Where did you learn how to write with so much emotion and passion ???
Well i think i simply let my passion be, i do not contain it, I love uncontrollably, I’m awed by life and i stop to listen to its sweet whispers. I’m not afraid of letting people see the things i think of, the things i feel.Once i was afraid to be rejected of it , but i stopped caring for that, i think that’s how i got better at writing, but it also helps if your mind is thinking in such a way most of the time. which would explain why i appear so distracted most of the time. oh well. but i would definitely encourage anyone who like writing to never give up, and the secrete to a good writer i believe is to express who they are , what they feel, unhindered by fear or insecurity. That is the most beautiful thing, because there will be nothing like. It is incomparably unique. Especially when Love is the source of all your creation. hope that answers your question ! thanks !