The purple color is me talking.
The blue is my good friend Cody.
it's fucked up how things are sometimes.
it's even more fucked up that good people at heart have to deal with bullshit.
where this world should be peaceful.
we're all equal.
we're all fucking humans.
the "highest power" top of the food chain type.
but we're not the highest power. nature is.
nature conquers all.
it lets us know when it's upset.
and when we disrupt it.
but, do we give a damn? nope. we as a general population. individuals do, some do very much.
sorry.
i'm stoned, i'm on a rant.
9:00 PM
damn, you get deep into that stuff
9:00 PM
i know.. trust me.
we're just part of a bigger creature..or a bigger idea.
we are just walking, talking figures of matter.
made of particles ..cells.. that all combine to form us. and it's so hard to define the word mind, because a mind is not something that is visible.. at all.
a mind is thoughts, but it's wierd how they can't be seen.
why have they not made up a fucking machine to see thoughts?
because it's intrusion on privacy.
fuck i knew that lol.
well, unless people are willing, then no. but then the government gets the idea
and corrupts the fucking world even more
goddamn cody
lol
fucking government
fucking obama.
fucked up world we live in.
and i'm not the only witness.
9:02 PM.
well
ha
9:02 PM
i'm sorry if i bore you. but wow.
it's something to think about.
to complex your mind with.
9:02 PM
no, no
9:03 PM
i love my vocabulary. and i'm proud of it. so sorry if i talk like i'm a fucking geek .
9:03 PM
ive never thought about it like that
9:03 PM
crazy eh?
9:03 PM
hah
9:03 PM
tis true...
9:04 PM
oh i dont doubt it
9:04 PM
i wish someone would connect to my mind for five minutes.
and they'd be like, send her the fuck away.
lol.
but there are even smarter than i. definitely.
9:06 PM
how did you get into this kinda stuff?
9:06 PM
what do you mean...
i've always questioned existence. i've never been a believer in religion, but definitely been takin' the thoughts in. stayin' open-minded.
9:06 PM
like you know what youre talkin bout
9:06 PM
i don't know.. i do know what i am talking about..
it's just.. comes to me.
9:07 PM
ha, wow.
9:07PM.
It's Wierd..Like I believe our whole universe is a spehere adn our universe is a planet in the bigger universe..understand?
9:07 PM
what do you mean
9:08 PM
get on aim
On AOL I sent a picture of my theory, lol.
This picture :
Lol, just put random planets in our universe, it's not in order or anything from the sun. Just expressing the general idea.
Hahahah.
Father is upset now..
There once was a tree. Full and vibrant of life, she always had been. And life was the one idea that always made everything seem better. This beautiful tree could not see… nor speak. The only way she could communicate would be through her deep roots.
In contrast to communication by roots, there was a bold, stern oak tree. He was tall and strong. He hovered over the small, petite girl tree. And he could see her beauty through his leaves. It was how he communicated.
Spring is such a beautiful season. Breeding all the frozen plants from dead ground. And mixing the rain with the trees’ roots. Providing the leaves with growth. The two grew stronger.
Summer came and went. Hot July days passed. Icecream melted from cones. Water spewed from sprinklers. And life seemed as if it had only begun.
Until fall came. Rudely and quickly. But this did not worry neither of the trees. Because, the tall Oak knew what he had to do. His leaves fell willingly from his long stretched branches. And the fell, fell, fell. Perfectly over the petite tree’s roots.
“This will keep her warm during Winter.”
And so winter came…
And what seemed death, followed.
Cold. Brittle. Weary.
The trees branches became fragile.
But within the core, remained strong.
What seemed like years, passed.
And life was to be restored.
From the warm bed of leaves that had kept the tree warm throughout winter, her roots reached to his. Intertwined. A new form of communication was now present.
And so they grew as one.
Together.
Life has definitely taken its own roads in my life. And I've found confidence and hope. But, no where to put it. So, I've decided to pick up my writing again. It's been what seems ages. Inspiration is hard to find these days. I'm allowing myself to search for it though. It's not easy to pick up my pen again. Really not easy.
Murderers mark us all-
We take the most brittle of lives.
Are we not powerful?
And, are we not strong?
Life contains mere meaning.
And never described to the least bit.
And we, we are infact the death of life.
Just as water is the death of rock.
Call he who has given.
And take what was given,
For granted.
It is the nature held in all.
We are nature.
We are water.
And life, is simply the fragile rock,
Underneath our lies and sins.
Is my getaway
Along with the sea.
None need friends on this isolated land
For I have seaweed,
And each speck of fine sand.
I may be deceiving myself in a foolish way
If one wish could be granted
If I could have my say
You- come live here with me
Hearing the waves overlap
And breathing in the sea.
The island cove, lonely without one
Lacking in fresh water
And the brightness of the sun.
Dazzled in gems
Burned to ashes.
Crisped to perfection.
With staggering shadows
That forbade the light.
What has been captured and saved?
Along with the sandy sea,
It's the ability we crave.
A certain developing mind can see all.
With intricate insight
One mind can stand so tall
What is to be found at the bottom of the sea?
With indulging ideas, all can witness
Where to find me.
None for need,
None for desire.
Flakes of unwanted bark
Come pouring down
Come buried with the ground.
The tree is empty today.
No bark.
No desire.
Where are the roots that kept the tree alive?
That secured the tree to the ground.
In this self-made rut.
That deepnds with each step
That encloses all life.
Still empty.
Where is the need?
Where is the desire?
The roaring of the waves in my chest;
Sweetness poured into the bitter tea.
Timeless my dreams occur.
The words that hold me at my best,
With only sight in my hands
_________Brutality is torture.
The words so tightly around my throat
My words release, but no sound is heard.
But true, the inside reveals all.
Containing many beautiful features
Though not coming first
For your hidden self holds the true beauty
And the relief to my thirst.
Cliche? So to sound-
If so apologies accept.
But my throat cannot be held so tight.
And my eyes without the lack of sight
It is seemingly so- all I can see.
Though EYES can't see ALL.
Sight is a privelage.
Hard earned through realization and understanding.
Tis not the roots of the old withered tree
That tie me down
But it is the sky
That limits all heights to be found.
I sat by the withered tree.
Looking down on me;
"What brings you to this part of the forest?"
Quiet- i would never take the risk.
I DID NOT REPLY TO THE WITHERED TREE;
NOR DID HE SPEAK ANYMORE.
Lonely I sat, desperately lost, fragily late.
WORDS, the tree did anticipate.
I breathed in the slimy air.
I exhaled a undoubtful aching.
"What has taken me here..you ask?"
"yes?"
"THE PAST."
As trying to catch air through their tethered limbs.
Eyes no longer set to the jagged horizon.
Minds no longer defined by lines.
Far seen, hidden in the mountain range
Under the burning of the fiery void
With only one line, a story is told-
Though- no words are in need of the inevitable change.
Only the mountains can see far in time...
Though some wish to obtain this gift-
As told by fictitious myths;
Crossing the lips of thousands- not only mine.
Though, one blade of grass- silvery and stained.
It has to defend alone and brave
Knowing each breeze could make one's grave
Knowing each exhale can reveal thy name.
All alone, one can defend, one can stand
Yet, with broken and tethered limbs-
Can one still reach the horizon?
With no hope- can one still demand?
A request of flowers, vibrant and colorful;
A request of restoration, as a voice is tense;
A question of one's endurance-
With the strength becoming dull.
Though, dying slowly frightens most....
It shall not be feared no more;
With the simple closing of a door-
All life can be restored, with death close!
Are we already experiencing a flattering death?
Growing older with each second passing;
A life's goal in which all are asking-
A L L O W.T H E.P A S T.T O.B E.L E F T.
- Music:Jordon's voice o.O
A clicking click heard from a distance-
Why, a clock seen with the naked eye?
In the middle of a road, dusted with red?
Has it lost it's way...
In the time left behind in the past-
The clock gives many choices-
Which one will be chosen?
Make the right time-
Has such thoughts blurred a static mind?
Such a sickness weaken the strength of the body?
The clock still seems to stare-
Signifying... patience is virtue.
Not knowing of my faults.
Ignorant to his own well-being.
For- he knows no more;
Than a face in the footsteps
Scattered on the ground.
Yet the face- in his eyes glows
His eyes must be scratched of sight!
Such hollowness has became full?
Such dullness- becoming bright?
Is this the world at the very edge?
Of nothingless still hollow;
How can one blame?
How can one follow?
Of choices- laid before your eyes-
What is right, what is wrong;
Though- becoming what you hate
Seems harmful to your body
Seems harmful to your mind
Yet- is nothing but a mere image
- Music:Sigur Ros
Do any wish to save me?
From the salty water
And the freezing sea...
Do any wish to see me?
Under the glossy
Freezing sea.
None wish to save me
None wish to travel
To the deepest sea.
Excuse the harsh langauge, but- it's what needs to be said.
Where have the days gone?
Lunging into the past.
December, where do you stand?
Remembering all of your icy tasks.
Broken free from the chilly hands of the past
Striving on forward as if it were a demand
November stands bodly in my way
December is seen so clearly
Is it the pureness of winter?
That opens my frozen eyes?
- Music:Say Anything
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