If I promise not to
stumble,
If I promise not to
trip,
If I promise not to
fall,
If I promise not to
break,
If I promise not to
shatter,
If I promise not to
Can I?
Can I love you?
Stumble?
I will play you.
Trip?
I will ensnare you.
Fall?
I will break you.
Break?
Every minute, someone somewhere dies. Some die because their crimes warrant their execution. Some die from negligence. Some die by accident. Some die by their own hand. Some die defending. As mass media becomes a greater and greater facet in the modern life, we are desenitzed to many of these deaths. Every turn we hear of another death. We hear how so-and-so shot up a school. We hear how such-and-such set of a bomb in the transit system. We hear how this-group went in and killed because this-other-group did not follow their view points. Now every death of 'importance' (usually due to some political agenda, or the number, or the horror of it)
What do you see?
Ugly. Fat. Fake.
What do you hear?
Laughter. Teasing. Cruelty.
What do you taste?
Bile. Bitter. Sour.
What do you smell?
Sweet. B.O. Oil.
What do you feel?
Scars. Acne. Scabs.
What do I see?
Honesty. Health. Nurturing.
What do I hear?
Wisdom. Care. Wonder.
What do I taste?
Love. Happiness.
What do I smell?
Freedom.
What do I feel?
Too great do you dwell on physicality.
There is always more to be.
Love yourself. And be that.
It's your turn to bat.
Cause a com
If I promise not to
stumble,
If I promise not to
trip,
If I promise not to
fall,
If I promise not to
break,
If I promise not to
shatter,
If I promise not to
Can I?
Can I love you?
Stumble?
I will play you.
Trip?
I will ensnare you.
Fall?
I will break you.
Break?
Every minute, someone somewhere dies. Some die because their crimes warrant their execution. Some die from negligence. Some die by accident. Some die by their own hand. Some die defending. As mass media becomes a greater and greater facet in the modern life, we are desenitzed to many of these deaths. Every turn we hear of another death. We hear how so-and-so shot up a school. We hear how such-and-such set of a bomb in the transit system. We hear how this-group went in and killed because this-other-group did not follow their view points. Now every death of 'importance' (usually due to some political agenda, or the number, or the horror of it)
What do you see?
Ugly. Fat. Fake.
What do you hear?
Laughter. Teasing. Cruelty.
What do you taste?
Bile. Bitter. Sour.
What do you smell?
Sweet. B.O. Oil.
What do you feel?
Scars. Acne. Scabs.
What do I see?
Honesty. Health. Nurturing.
What do I hear?
Wisdom. Care. Wonder.
What do I taste?
Love. Happiness.
What do I smell?
Freedom.
What do I feel?
Too great do you dwell on physicality.
There is always more to be.
Love yourself. And be that.
It's your turn to bat.
Cause a com
The Maiden, The Knight, and Death by arreisofavalon, literature
Literature
The Maiden, The Knight, and Death
Once a fair and pure maid, she
Took a look out through the glen
And spied a handsome knight there
And thus deemed him her friend
Though he know not who she was
That fair maiden by the sea
They came to know each other
Till death took away from he
Together they enjoyed the time
Life had allotted them
Thinking not that death was coming
Till on one’s shoulder rest his hand
The knight watched as his maid fell
Growing weaker, breath by breath
His tears tasted as bitter
As the sting left by her death
Unable to cope, the knight
Rode to hell and beyond
To find the maiden
But as the sunrise dawned
He fell from his saddle,
The horse kicking bac
Desire, Faith, and Greed by arreisofavalon, literature
Literature
Desire, Faith, and Greed
"Let's make a bet," the Devil said
As he offered up his hand.
"I bet your soul that I will know
And give what you demand."
"Ask me for just one thing
And you'll have what you desire;
But if I give you what you want,
Then you'll burn in Hell's fire."
"Let's make a deal," the Angels sang
Voices wholesome and pure,
"Live a life that's free of sin
And the path to Heaven's sure."
"Just pledge your faith to God,
And your path is set in stone,
But follow Satan's evil whims
And you'll be left alone."
"Let's make a trade," the merchant smirked
As he held his sack of gold.
He wore a grin, to all's chagrin
That was cunning and bold.
"Give me all
See? I get the same effect as an actual bio when I just type random things.
Honestly? I don't care. Long ago stopped. You? Don't you dare stop caring. I care about you. Even if no one else does. I just stopped caring about myself. I will be you biggest cheerleader. You are important. See? You smiled. Even if the smile is "seriously she is saying this?" That was all I am here for. You are more important than you think. Maybe less if you are a narcissist.
That doesn't matter though. You are still important. I promise.
I dunno who even looks at this anymore. I've been gone for a long time. I don't even know why. Just have been. I think I'll come back though. I once found joy in this site. I hope to again.
Wellsome major life changes for me have taken place. For the second time in my life I have moved across the country. It was a stressful move yes. Now I am almost completely alone. It sucks kinda big. Making friends is exceedingly difficult with no built in time with anyone.
I am now working in the Healthcare sector. It's kinda fun. Always something to learn and something to do. I am a certified nursing assistant. I do hope to be employed by a nursing f
Let's play a game. It's called Dear Everyone. Here's how you play. You write a note. In this note you write to one person. You tell them what they did and how much they hurt you. You explain it all. Every word you never (or maybe did) spoke. You take that note and you set its spirit free (i.e. burning). Once you do reply with "I. Am. FREE!"
Here. I'll go first. And I'll set mine free here.
Dear Ms. Mean,
Growing up you were my best friend. We did everything together. Never would one be seen without the other. Even though you sometimes bordered on cruel with your words. Even though you always took first. Even though you always took best. I