I cannot say farewell to the phrase "Always and Forever"
But I shall have to put it in my past for now. And let the tears flow from my heart as they shall. And hope that things shall mend. And find a proper place in the tapestry that is our lives.


A passing thought.Time is the ultimately undefinable and formless demon to our dreams and hope, Enemy to our wishes, but without it, we would have no passion, and as such, is the heart beat of every human experienceA passing thought.


Untitled to be obscureThe adages of repast are to be the want of the soul. Between broken hearts and dreams, advisory from which lack the goal. To each, to wait, to each to own. A dark embrace to send. To understand to finalize, to watch the light descend. Darkness to cloak which is not there, A light, for the elusive illusion. To bear it's wait, I'd forever dare. To crumble beneath the confusion.Untitled to be obscure
To topple one's own, to suffer the pity. To bleed the wound, without mend. Suffer alone, ruler of my city. T


Always and Forever -Draft-Without the confines of inhibitions, bidding adieu to indecision. And stepping past the duties of shame and admission.Always and Forever -Draft-
Sourcing Love from the uncollectable remains of a heart. It's with a truth undeniable, these words I impart.
Farewell to the sadness and fears, though they clutch at my imperfections. Finding solace and faith. And undeniable revelations.
I've an urge to bid farewell, to say goodbye. To things I held. Sadness, misery, and a self imposed hell.
I've an urge to hold near with undefinable attained goal. Involving my hopes, my dreams, my Love, need, w


Detached Eminence - The GardenI watched as the sun reflected off a little sprout. Such a thing was beautiful. The complexity of greatness and the details within came together to appear so simple.Detached Eminence - The Garden
I weeded, nurtured, shed what love and care I had, gave my best, maybe more, I suppose. I watched as the little sprout, bloomed and blossomed. The perfect sprout, now a rose.
I carressed the flower and didn't cry out, even when the thorns pierced, and I bled. I cast away her apologies, and held gentle to her, "It's better to bleed, than feel dead"
I inhaled the fragrenc
I just wanted to say 'HI' and see how are you.
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The fear of Blood tends to the Fear for the Flesh
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*~cherry*
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