Surrender to my salvation

Maybe its time to let go of the steering wheel. After all where have I brought myself to? A circus with no direction where naught but clowns and jokers are seen. I am adrift at the sea, lost despite thinking I have a good knowledge on how the world works. If this is the circular writing I love so much, then certainly the world has a funny way of coming around. Sending a deep sea fish harolding my salvation. When have I been this moved and inspired. A simple testimony sharing was all it took. Something pure and genuine. It is in this that my hope has been renewed and I shall try once more. It is time to surrender and see where the tide takes me. But I am not alone. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When you look into her eyes you are transported to the eye of the storm. The calm safe harbor in the maelstrom and chaos blowing all around. Eyes that see much too far, with the look of otherness that speaks of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. For she has been there, off the edge, to the land of the dead. And though it’s not getting there that’s difficult, but getting back, She has returned to this land despite the odds, not as a thing of undeath but as something more. Pure, powerful and sure yet Raw, vulnerable, and insecure, the living breathing paradox of human circumstance. She saw the light at the end of the tunnel and captured it behind her eyes. God forbid that light be snuffed for it is a source of infinite warmth for many. Many wars were fought to gain such understanding and insight and with such empathy wars will be won. So let the sky shatter and the earth quake for with an angel by my side, I am not afraid anymore. For that's what they were, the eyes of an angel

And thats why you dont skip day one

And day two went swimmingly

24 day plan

Fuck me, I'm a paladin

Discipline challenge

I write these in words of stone so that I know I have truly failed if I don't keep to this 25 days 1.30-10.30 No procrastinations List of things I'm not gonna let all that $ time and effort go to waste There has been an awakening Fucked up though this may be, thank you ___________________________ When someone is passionate about something, whatever it may be, I think that's truly beautiful. Listen to their stories, listen to what makes their pulse skip a beat, and at that very precious moment,be so proud of this person who've come so far. Because these days.. it has become so rare I hear something that stems from the bottom of the heart. I hear stories but no one speaks with excitement anymore. And so to days I feel least passionate about anything or days I feel all at once, I hope I still have something that burns inside me. Till then I will keep finding and remind myself it's okay to take some time to figure stuff out. It will come, and things will fall into the right place eventually. And so here's to e looking for some light literally. _____________________________ Thanks for the resonance rainbow dash I'll check in these 25 days

Shortskirtsandexplosions

Damn you freaking marsupial When did music begin? Did it begin with a question? Or an exclamation? Was somepony laughing? Or sobbing? Was that pony alone? Or was there an audience? Have you ever had a beautiful melody stuck in your head, but you don't know where it came from? That melody is me. In fact, it kind of goes where it wants, but such is the way of happy things, I suppose. I’ll promise you this, though. Pinkie Pie Swear… It ends with them cuddling. (Where we follow a pegasus’ endless pursuit of snuggles) TT

Better than the best

"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." –Mother Teresa

Sale

Logic opens the mind emotion opens the heart Motivation opens the chequebook

A Werewolf Boy

omg just omg. wait for me. i'll be back TT

because they care

He's more machine than man now, twisted and evil, because he cares. All of what he said is applicable to himself, and he doesn't want to see us go that way. Sadly that coupled on with all the external stress provided by the dark forces of evil, he snaps and hence all the backlash falls. and because we are so similar, we clash , hurtful words are said, and there is no exchange I hold back the words that would break him. Sadly, he cares all about the wrong things now, or maybe it is I who cares about the wrong things and he is right, after all its all a matter of perspective And as I foolishly keep on trying, I know he doesnt care at all. My true true friends have already told me this, yet I didnt believe them, because for some reason or another, I care about him, yet as time goes by , the hope that he would actually care fades. But it refuses to completely go away. And if you ask me why after years and years, I keep clinging on to what everyone says is a lost cause, why I cant even begin to properly convince myself that not to care, the answer is simple. Because unlike the previous case, despite how he goes about doing anything he does, I know that he cares. For better or worse, being so relatable, just as fragile, so complementary in our thinking , and he was both the words to unlock the heart of the prism and the actions to back it up. We genuinely consider everything each other says. I may have screwed it up then, I dont think i would ever manage to let go, because he was and will always be there for me. Maybe ill try again, maybe i wont, but thank you so much, you really give me the energy to keep going. We practically believe in the same ideals, and you speak simply but strongly. And those simple words just helps affirms things from time to time. I never say it enough, i dont seem to appreciate you enough , or even talk to you enough, because I am too busy trying to contain my thoughts to prevent things from becoming strange. But thanks so much. As much as i hate it, as much as i think it would be so much easier if you didnt care, i know you mean well and thank you so much, never stop caring

haze cleared

Finally , the haze is clear. And for once there isn't regrets , no bitter rubber taste nor was there that of sweet honey, maybe just a bit

clear haze

4 days of this fog has resulted in this very clear haze, where I know exactly what I'm thinking but fear I will regret after the haze has lifted. Strangely the longer the haze drags the easier it is to tolerate it. Maybe is because I finally got to reminisce that sensation

The Blue Bird's Song

Every second they’re with you, they’re breaking your heart and they don’t even know it.

a spoonful of sugar

So I was just walking back home in the rain, looking down as I usually do, and suddenly this guy comes up to me and shelters me with an umbrella. I didn't need it but I have always wondered if anyone would ever do that. Never once have I seen someone try to overcome the awkwardness and try to do that. And it wasn't awkward at all. I waited 20+ years to see this. Thank you random dude ! And I gotta stop being that horrible hypocrite

Friendzoned

that sinking feeling the worst part is, i see them so damn often. And they are so damned nice to me. I cant even bring myself to psycho myself otherwise ( no there is no redundant phrasing there) it makes it so much harder. that ache that burns whenever anything related comes up. so dull yet so sharp. I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed _________________________________________ It really was a lonely september. and october

Stain the mind

the draw, the call, how much it sings out to you. tainted. every last bit of it. the backlash of the foul substance after release. until it's been cleansed with magic. neveer again. I write these words in steel that which can't be changed the sane curse as that Aztec gold. turning the most amazing thing in the world into ash on your lips remember it isn't rng it's will power. and will power has finally produce the dawn. the bringer of life and death =P remember the key to unlocking the prism is the wheel of time. it seems the dawn has come, may it rise with Alexia

The words of radiance

Its not your fault, i'd rather be like you. I'd rather not have lived the life i have. I would that the world was only full of people like you People who don't understand pain Oh all people understand pain, thats not what i'm talking about. It's.... The sorrow, of watching a life crumble? of struggling to grab it and old on, but feeling hope become stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses? yes the sensation- it's not sorrow, but something deeper-- of being broken. of being crushed so often and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you'd feel something. Instead you feel nothing, just... haze and smoke inside. like you're already dead The crushing guilt, of being powerless. Of wishing they'd hurt you instead of those around you. Of screaming and scrambling and hating as those you love are ruined, popped like a boil. And you have to watch their joy seeping away whole you can't do anyting. They break the ones you love, and not you. And you plead. Cant you beat me instead? Yes yes. i would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things. I agree with everything i have. He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there inside. She had been broken> Then she smiled. Oh storms. She smiled anyway. It was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen in his entire life How? Help's if you're crazy. __________________________ Those words of radiance. So brilliant and beautiful. Too bad adolin's timing and position is better TT In this, as in all things, our actions give us away, If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty- using new and innovative techniques- she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No, she'd be called a derivative. Intellect, if a great thinker develops a new theory of mathematics, science or philosophy , we will name him wise. We will si at his feet and learn and will record his name in history for thousands upon thousands to revere. But what if another man determines e same theory on his own, then delays his publishing by a mere week? WIll he be remembered for his greatness? No. he will be forgotten. Invention. A woman builds a new design of great worth. she will be known as an innovater. But if someone with the same talent creates the same design a year later, not realising it has already been crafted, will she be rewarded for her creativity? No. She'll be called a copier and a forger. And so in the end, what must we determine. Is it the intellect of a genius that we revere? If it were their artistry , the beauty of their mind, would we not laud it regardless on whether we'd seen their product before? But we don't. given two works of artistic majesty, otherwise weighted equally, we will give greater acclaim to the one who did it first. It doesnt matter what you create. It matters what you create before anyone else. so its not the beauty itself we admire. Its not the force of intellect. It's not invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent that we think a man can have? Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty. What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly.... timeliness, I fear you may be too late my confused unfortunate friend TT

being a kandra

And so here I am etching my words in steel, because words in the mind can be changed at a whim. It's of ruin that's for sure never again

My little dashie

ones just a babs seed , and the other is so knowledgable yet just plain oblivious i dont think i could cure the former, the latter needs 5 more years. Where, where can i find the Dashie of the stories. I answered it, dashie only exists in stories

Its all a matter of perspective

fuck all the conformations of this stupid society in the end its all in the fucking mind no matter how you look at it he's clearly smarter than me , so much smarter why did i do it fuck it all, really and thats why xmen is my favourite bunch of superheroes

Mental illness

i dont even know why anymore maybe its just the loneliness that has consumed me, and maybe i should just stay off this for the moment stupid chemicals in my brain