Pestilence I bring to destroy my the fruit of my efforts.
Plague my self with mental illness
War I created through my own actions
Death will come at my on hand.
I am my own personal apocalypse.
I keep looking but can not find what I seek.
Maybe I don't even know what it is I am looking for.
On my journey to find what is missing, I have become lost.
Now I am looking for myself
My heart rests in this place
A void created by my own mistakes
In this dark void I hear a call
I shell go and follow this voice
Once more let us see if we can leave this void.
For we all know — and those who've been through a break up know it better than most — that with love comes the risk of loss and the risk of being hurt. And we also know that we're wired for love, that no matter how many times you've been hurt, you'll likely try again at some point.
The Path of Self Love by GeekTransformed, literature
Literature
The Path of Self Love
"Loving oneself is the prerequisite for our psychological and spiritual sanity. We have been created to honor and love our existence. This is the deepest reason behind the instinct of survival among all living things. However, as we evolve, so does the concept of self-love. There is lower self-love and higher self-love; there is distorted self-love and there is conscious, intelligent and awakened self-love. In order to love oneself, one needs to know oneself and become intimate with the subtle dimensions of one’s existence. That self that we are born to love is not static; it is constantly changing. The very reason for its existence is
Did you ever feel like you are waiting for the waves to break. Hoping for the shoreline to change. Like you are lost in a rip current and just waiting for a breath of fresh air.
Well I am back after a much needed break from the net. Alot has changed and somethings remain the same.
My experiences have brought me to a new point in my life.
Although I was/am still heart broken because I allowed outside influence to cloud my better judgment.
These influences made me act in a manner that destroyed any chance of a possible friendship with a great person; who is now gone from my life.
I had thought about writing them and try to explain myself and actions but I have come to the conclusion; this may make matters worse. I chosen to let it go by writing here.
This situation has become a life lesson and I am so very sorry fo
Pestilence I bring to destroy my the fruit of my efforts.
Plague my self with mental illness
War I created through my own actions
Death will come at my on hand.
I am my own personal apocalypse.
I keep looking but can not find what I seek.
Maybe I don't even know what it is I am looking for.
On my journey to find what is missing, I have become lost.
Now I am looking for myself
My heart rests in this place
A void created by my own mistakes
In this dark void I hear a call
I shell go and follow this voice
Once more let us see if we can leave this void.
For we all know — and those who've been through a break up know it better than most — that with love comes the risk of loss and the risk of being hurt. And we also know that we're wired for love, that no matter how many times you've been hurt, you'll likely try again at some point.
The Path of Self Love by GeekTransformed, literature
Literature
The Path of Self Love
"Loving oneself is the prerequisite for our psychological and spiritual sanity. We have been created to honor and love our existence. This is the deepest reason behind the instinct of survival among all living things. However, as we evolve, so does the concept of self-love. There is lower self-love and higher self-love; there is distorted self-love and there is conscious, intelligent and awakened self-love. In order to love oneself, one needs to know oneself and become intimate with the subtle dimensions of one’s existence. That self that we are born to love is not static; it is constantly changing. The very reason for its existence is
Did you ever feel like you are waiting for the waves to break. Hoping for the shoreline to change. Like you are lost in a rip current and just waiting for a breath of fresh air.
Well I am back after a much needed break from the net. Alot has changed and somethings remain the same.
My experiences have brought me to a new point in my life.
Although I was/am still heart broken because I allowed outside influence to cloud my better judgment.
These influences made me act in a manner that destroyed any chance of a possible friendship with a great person; who is now gone from my life.
I had thought about writing them and try to explain myself and actions but I have come to the conclusion; this may make matters worse. I chosen to let it go by writing here.
This situation has become a life lesson and I am so very sorry fo
If I can remember your name, then who am I?
If I can't speak, then what do I say?
If I can't see, where do I go?
If I can't hear, then how do I listen
If your not there, then who is next to me?
Who am I?
If I repeat, will I remember what I said?
How do I tell what is real anymore?
If I am not insane, then why am I locked up?
If I am not sick, then why am I having treatment?
If I am not 'myself' then who I am really?
If I am not locked in, then why is the door locked?
Why are there no windows in this room?
If I am not a prisoner, then why do I have people watching me?
If am a person then why do I have a number?
Why do I wear the same clothes
In the dark you fade away;
It eats at you,
In every which way.
But in the day,
You don't want to stay;
So you hide away,
Afraid of what they might say.
How could they harm you if you're not there?
Would they just talk to the thin air?
Their voices, harsh, and words even harsher,
Their faces, determined, with attitudes of fire.
You hide away,
In the dark,
Dare not stray,
Into the light -
Lest you face,
Their evil might.
Dare not stray,
Into the light -
Unless you want,
To live life right.
Words can hurt,
A slap, more so,
But stand your ground;
And others will follow.
You're not alone, in the dark;
You're not alone , make your mark.
We stole life from death
Saw light in the darkness
In this our recklessness
Banishing us to this hell
Life apart has taught me
Love is the truth of being
In the winter of yearning
Fire awaits love’s burning
Kindled in the night blazing
We set skies alight in haste
For the dying embers falling
Last but a breath of eternity
Somewhere in time we live
The dream we once knew
Cradled in each other’s arms
In rapture only gods believe
Find me here at rest, asleep
Awaiting the hour you return
That day shall find earth awake
In the new hope of the reborn
His smile,
Gone with the ship
His words,
Washed away by the sea.
I didn't think that our last goodbye would really be the last.
Written down in my past and his life.
Now we wait,
For the ship that brings him home.
As a tide of black mourning,
We raise up to say our final farewells.
Goodbye my dear godfather,
We love you.
You are the reason I seem to hold on.
Even though you are breaking down too, I try my best to be strong for both of us.
I pray for the day you can accept me, even for my mistakes and faults.
I hope you know that the voices in my head wont let me live down the shame and guilt of my latest mistake and my heart breaks more every day because of it.
And you are the only one Im telling the truth to about it....
Everybody else is told its hormones.
I want to love you, and be loved in return. Figured it would help heal us both. Youre on the fence and I have my heart in hand ready to give to you, to trust you with, allowing you to crush it but
You know your in trouble
As a writer
When you can't find the words to say
Not writers block
More like mmm
His eyes are mmm
The sound of his voice as he sang his favorite song is mmm
The way it seemed like he was singing to you is mmm
The way your stomach flipped was mmm
The pain in your cheeks from smiling was mmm
The thoughts in your mind were mmm
The feel of his shoulder pillowing your head was mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmmmmm mmm mmm
I can't even describe how i feel right now
Its just a big dopey smile
And mmm
without each other (2015) by Jon-Laurence, literature
Literature
without each other (2015)
i can't believe its been so long.
could i have been so goddamn wrong?
i remember naked dawns,
i remember singing songs
watching stars through moonlit palms
now September comes along
and i pretend that i'm so calm
but it kills to know you're gone
and you're never coming home
we're destined to be alone
with other lovers that we now own,
but without each other we're still alone.
To An Ex I'd Rather Forget by doodles-and-poetry, literature
Literature
To An Ex I'd Rather Forget
I hope that you never think, think about me
I hope that you don’t think you made me happy
I hope that you didn’t believe, didn’t believe me
When I said it wasn’t your fault, it was mine,
When I said that I was fine,
And you never crossed the line,
I hope you know I lied.
It took a year to admit how you hurt me,
And another year to realize it wasn’t just me
I hope you know how I was in pain,
Every day, every day, every day…
I hope that you didn’t believe, didn’t believe me
When I said the fault was mine, it was fine,
And you never crossed the line,
I hope you know I lied.
I hope that you neve
Maybe Love Is For The Wicked by Itsjustwordsreally, literature
Literature
Maybe Love Is For The Wicked
Maybe it is heartache,
confused in the brain.
Maybe it is all fake,
going borderline insane.
Maybe love is for the wicked,
too foolish to feel.
Too tangled up in the pursuit
to sort out what is real.
For you, my love, against white we stain.
Keeping it simple, keeping it plain.
Because the more we lose the more we gain.
&
Forever, the verge, tilting with each beat.
Leaving a roses-red trail and ramble on with cold feet.
Giving all that I have because you are all that I need.
But Maybe,
I am amongst the wicked,
too foolish to feel.
Getting tangled up in the pursuit
and I don't care for what is real.
*A note left on the fridge by Norrolith, literature
Literature
*A note left on the fridge
I will be the lone voice,
crying in the wilderness.
You'll offer a choice,
repent, recant and confess.
I miss our yesterdays,
when 'I love you' was new.
And yet in many ways...
it's newest now, I and you.
But the calendar is your wall,
a bastion of dates, against time.
A vast evasive sprawl,
Another way of marking 'mine'
I could take the proffered bait,
and let myself go numb.
While you go chase fate,
I'd sit home, dumb.
And so it's cease and desist,
I've given up, surrendered 'us',
my cherished 'we' does not exist.
...I have no more to discuss.
Madonna, One Republic, Marianas Trench, Tori Amos, Heart, Journey, Chicago, J POP, Classical, Jazz, Show Tunes(Duh Gay man here). I love music it speeks to my soul.
Favourite Books
There are a lot but above all Mercedes Lackey's "The Last Herald-Mage Series". If you are a gay man? This is a MUST read fantasy book.
Favourite Games
So many you will have to ask
Favourite Gaming Platform
Like Pokemon i want to collect them all. I am mostly on XBox but my Ex-"Man"Friend showed me the ways of PlayStation.