It's too easy sometimes, it really is. Women have absolutely no idea what a man's thinking, or if he's really who he says he is. And that's why it's so easy. A charming face and a personality that works well with theirs is all they want, and all they look for. There's this girl, right? Her name's Veronica. Nice name, and she's gorgeous to boot (not to mention the stupid amounts of cash her parents are still giving her). What's it been, two months now? Usually I'd have given up with a girl by now, but she's got something most other women don't have at her age. She's still a virgin. Nothing gets me going more than taking someone's virginity. Ev
He took his usual route back from the centre of town down that familiar path he had walked so many times in his life. He carried on down the hill, remembering every little thing the council had changed over time. A handrail here, some resurfacing there, it looked completely different, but it still was the same hill he had used countless times before. He felt the cold winter chill on his face, but he shrugged it off. He liked the cold. It was refreshing, awakening and you could always wear another layer if it got too much to handle. He glanced up at the sky and gazed at the crescent moon above him. It was barely five o'clock and already it was
Thy breasts shall not tempt me,
Thy legs can not stray me,
Thy lips will not clutch me.
A love so bold and true flows like water on stone,
An ever running stream of joy and desire.
For love is more than emotion,
Love is a way of life.
Something you say.
Something you do.
Love does not judge that which is loved,
Love does not flounder or disrespect,
Love does not die.
Love will make me dance like a puppet,
To a song which is not there.
Thy eyes shall tempt me,
Thy thoughts can stray me,
Thy love will steal me.
How can we convince ourselves,
To run races we know we will not finish?
Ignorance and façades are the stuff that makes the races seem forever.
A race cannot be won on ignorance,
But it may make it seem a lifetime,
When in reality,
A race may be a lap or two,
Nothing special,
Nothing lasting.
Once you have won your race,
You may grow tired of standing still,
And yearn for another,
Be it a quick jog behind closed doors,
Or a marathon,
Discarding the trophy from your first win.
A race should be run honestly, without cheating, or other races may tempt.
Run your race and be happy,
Run it with the one you want to be with.
How funny life can be,
One can be standing upon the highest pedestal,
But as the tower climbs,
It sways a bends in the wind.
A height so grande is trecherous,
For if one is so high,
The inevitable truth,
Is one shall fall.
For a time one scrabbles in the dirt,
Like a rodent,
Scrounging,
Looking for the tiniest crumb of comfort.
One searches for that pedestal again,
One climbs,
Yet again,
One falls.
When all the while,
One forgets,
One would simply be happy,
Upon a stool.
It's too easy sometimes, it really is. Women have absolutely no idea what a man's thinking, or if he's really who he says he is. And that's why it's so easy. A charming face and a personality that works well with theirs is all they want, and all they look for. There's this girl, right? Her name's Veronica. Nice name, and she's gorgeous to boot (not to mention the stupid amounts of cash her parents are still giving her). What's it been, two months now? Usually I'd have given up with a girl by now, but she's got something most other women don't have at her age. She's still a virgin. Nothing gets me going more than taking someone's virginity. Ev
He took his usual route back from the centre of town down that familiar path he had walked so many times in his life. He carried on down the hill, remembering every little thing the council had changed over time. A handrail here, some resurfacing there, it looked completely different, but it still was the same hill he had used countless times before. He felt the cold winter chill on his face, but he shrugged it off. He liked the cold. It was refreshing, awakening and you could always wear another layer if it got too much to handle. He glanced up at the sky and gazed at the crescent moon above him. It was barely five o'clock and already it was
Thy breasts shall not tempt me,
Thy legs can not stray me,
Thy lips will not clutch me.
A love so bold and true flows like water on stone,
An ever running stream of joy and desire.
For love is more than emotion,
Love is a way of life.
Something you say.
Something you do.
Love does not judge that which is loved,
Love does not flounder or disrespect,
Love does not die.
Love will make me dance like a puppet,
To a song which is not there.
Thy eyes shall tempt me,
Thy thoughts can stray me,
Thy love will steal me.
You lie awake
At half past one
Your Sunday morning
Has just begun
Across the street
A light is on
Amazed you see
Another one
You step up to
The window-sill
Then you think
They must be ill
No one can stay
Awake like I
Im afraid
Its time to die
You fumble round
Your bottom drawer
That cold touch
You've felt before
You grab some shells
From atop your door
And fire until
They hit the floor
Sirens wail
People scream
You wake to find
Its just a dream
You weep a tear
Your seeds are sown
Because of her
Youll stay
Alone
What should I write here?
A sonnet?
An essay?
A script?
What does one do with an empty page,
When its uses are unnumbered,
Decisions become invalid,
No matter what you choose,
The page will never be blank again,
It will never have the same freedom it once had,
It will be tainted, with the ink of man,
Be it by genius or infidel,
The page will bear the burden of your pen,
Bled like a virgin,
Scarred,
Ruined.
But it need not be wasted,
Take time,
Think about what it is you must use this page for,
Do not waste its purity with tales of woe,
But joyous expressions,
Feelings that cannot be expressed purely in thought
I've been thinking for a while now (2 minutes), and I'd really like to write a piece and see it come to life on dA in the form of a comic.
I'm looking for artists (any style) who would be willing to take a story I create and help transform it into an epic tale in illustrated form.
Anyone who would like to help, please comment :)
Well, after long deliberation and forethought, I have decided to act upon my gut feeling and go out on a limb. I gambled, and I hit the jackpot.
It's so strange how long you can yearn for something or look for something perfect when all the while what you really want is what's right before you, regardless of any conflicting factors. Perfection doesn't exist, and I have to keep telling myself that.
I still manage to forget though.
So yeah, my life's going up on an incline at the moment, with my best girl by my side, I'M A LUMBERJACK AND- I'l stop there.
I'll be honest with you, I only posted this journal entry because not only was the last
I've never used this system before, but people have told me it works, and if it can help me even in the slightest, it will be worth it.
I've made a lot of mistakes recently. Some I consider mistakes, some I don't but others do. I've hurt someone ridiculously close to me by this. You might even be reading now, do or don't, you'll hear this eventually anyway.
Before things turned a few weeks ago, I was the happiest I'd been in a long time. Everything was going well with everyone around me, college had just re-started. I even had new blinds put in. For once in my life I thought everything was going to be fine. That was a mistake. I also failed