Peace, Love and Happiness are Self-ChosenI'd rather be a happyPeace, Love and Happiness are Self-Chosen by analillithbar
Than a beautiful
The End is Only a New BeginningI watched as the heavens rearranged,The End is Only a New Beginning by analillithbar
not taking centuries or eons to right the wrongs – many long overdue,
Rather, within a few human breaths, I saw it all return to one,
The moment, though not lost on me,
I knew would go unnoticed by the vast majority .
Only those who rode the star streams in the days of chaos,
would know and understand the difference in existence,
And though most people would live the rest of their lives happier,
Never knowing why, and not of the mind to ponder such things,
I was aware of the implications – subtle and obvious,
The differences that would come to pass,
and if the alterations of our existence,
were to equal the pace of heaven's order,
It would all happen in the blink of an eye -
Nearly too fast to be seen, but too great not to be felt.
Surrounded By All the Wrong PeopleWhen I was younger, - even till a couple of days ago for some, and a few years for many -Surrounded By All the Wrong People by analillithbar
I tried desperately to bind friend and family together with the thread of understanding...
This truth: “Love knows neither time nor space,”
But when circumstances constantly stripped away those I held deep and minor affection for,
I took it as a challenge; Life testing my beliefs and resolve,
But now I see, all those I longed to retain in my heart, in my life... they were not meant to be.
All this time – so much love wasted on all the wrong people.
I no longer hold out hope for the 'ties that bind,'
Indeed I have little desire to have any relationship that isn't more than a passing acquaintance -
A group of “21st Century Pen Pals” - people whom share only the illusion of caring.
Oh, I'm sure we mean the support we offer, in each our own way,
But when the day comes, for whatever reason, that we no longer speak,
We'll only wonder for the briefest of moments,
Surrounded By All the Right PeopleWhen I say, “There is no love left in me”Surrounded By All the Right People by analillithbar
I mean, the love I have for the people of my past
Every ounce of goodness and love I have in reserve
I'm saving for strangers
People I may not even know yet
But who will share in love and inspiration
Truth, trust and loyalty are not just words
Muttered as sweet-nothings
No, my tomorrow – our tomorrow
Is exactly what it was always going to be
It's just a little more open to people
Who may have been otherwise left out
Had the spaces been filled
By all the wrong souls.
When the Sun RisesI miss the way you used to be.When the Sun Rises by Fameisdead
I miss the way you'd smile at me.
How the joy would make the corners of your eyes crinkle.
You'd laugh softly.
Shaking your head,
I miss that.
How real it sounded.
I listened to you now,
And that old little light melody of laughter is no where to be found.
You still laugh
But your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I don't think I've ever met someone with such sad,
As you look upon yourself
And you can't help but despise what you see.
You used to walk,
With your head held high.
You don't anymore
You keep them glued to the floor.
Scared to acknowledge your train wreck of a life
That lays before you.
I still think you're beautiful though.
Even if you're growing faint
Like a sunset,
Falling into the darkness of the night.
With each slowly fading ray of light.
You're still perfect, and make people stop and stare in awe.
But just like the sun sets.
And you get pulled under into the dark of the night.
When all of your light is gone
Don't Fall In Love With A Writer Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and similes. They know every cliché like the sunset knows the moon rise, and every wound in their heart like blood in their veins. They are terrifying because they weave you in splinters of fires rolling down their cheeks. They are weird because they don't smile much but sometimes you could catch their smiles in poems or tales. They are psychotic b
God Told me a Secret (Gay Rights Poem)God told me a secret last night before bed,
Hexakosioi Deka HexHexakosioi Deka Hex
Entrance To The Dark Forest
Fate and circumstanceWe can never fully know can we?
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day. Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived. Had my information been right? Was she used to trans patients? Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heart
Oaki knew a girl once,
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
Move only when you see an advantage and there is something to gain. Only fight if a position is critical. - Sun Tzu -</b>
Dare to Be!!!
"... no one ever got into trouble for not talking too much." - Perry Mason, "The Case of the Howling Dog"
Wink Wink Nudge Nudge
On the inside, I'm quite old.
My passion is getting the most out of every minute.