Skanky air, She loves to think and he loves to think.

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Too often, the thing you want most is the thing you can’t have. desire leaves us heartbroken. it wares us out; it can wreck your life but as tough as wanting something can be, the people who suffer the most are those who don’t know what they want.


Can we love with a love that was more than love?


The torture of small talk, with someone you used to love.


Slow and steady falling flightless down forms of forever. She danced in circles ending wherever. Harps played quietly, quickly after. Falling into patterns of simple pleasure. Breathing steps of beauty looked out upon window panes. Steadily seeping, she slowly drains. That which she couldn’t quite calculate, catching up to her slowly spinning skate. Twirls and swirls spinning around, hair flowing upwards and back to the ground. Longing for destiny she perched upon the gates of more. Her heartbeat slowly gaining to a steady roar. Love is her gift and fierce is her name. She looks at life as if it were a game. Come follow me she ever inquires. That same passion sparks many fires.

Dancing on coals of life and hope she encourages those at the end of their lifeless rope. Don’t give up, fight one more day. For if you can fight, surely you can play! Life is fun and fun is grand, so go on then and take her hand. Spin in circles of never ending cheer, and when you’re done you’ll have forgotten your fear. Fall in love with her freedom, fall in love with her dance. Only once in a while will you be given this chance. Freedom is beckoning, answer its call. You’ll have captured a bit of love in the fall.


Fallacy falling forgetting herself. Don’t contradict your heart. Fellow followers forgetful in fun. Forgiving freedom can slowly be won. Clawed attempts at countless grace, were it not for our fears we face. Fresh fantasies falling in place. Stars float freely by in space. Developing detours towards death itself. We cannot repay towards our own wealth. Follow your heart in its simpler endeavors, but don’t get caught up in its winding forevers. Fixate on truth for redemption of your youth. Insanity follows courage if you forget yourself. Be strong and bold but share in sensible health. Don’t forget your freedom in the face of troublesome figures. Forget the boundaries of their fake fixtures. Love boundlessly towards a depth unmeasured and seek out others character to be pleasured. Don’t fall for folly, fall for flavor. Restlessly fixating on your forever. Destiny is what you make it. Make it great, but don’t you fake it. Forgiveness is less comfortable than feeling freshly free but don’t give up your honest humanity. Freely forgive those who’ve forgotten grace and sail towards the stars in outer space.


I just want to help the world while inside I’m breaking away.
Little by little; Day by day
Slowly the fade begins
Sad and upset, I start up again committing sins.
Staring at the wall
Want to commit one last fall
Writing this letter
Wishing it could’ve been better
No if, ands, nor buts
I think as I cry with these cuts
I hit the floor with a thud
As I lay in a pool of my own blood
Before I close my eyes
With my last breath, to the world, I say goodbye


Please go away._
Disappear into midair.
I don’t need your skanky air.


Love could be labled “poison” and I swear we would drink it anyways..


Your expert hands pull delicate strings,
A puppeteer whose puppets are blind,
The poison that drips from your tongue
Is a sweet addiction to the gullible mind;

Clever lies and words skillfully phrased,
A wicked gleam behind innocent eyes,
Manipulating any and all in your way
Relentlessly until you attain your prize;

Seemingly irresistible, a tempting tune,
Your melodious promise of paradise,
To which your victims endlessly dance
Mere pawns to serve as your sacrifice;

But be careful, should your facade fail,
Near impossible it is to regain lost trust,
Long held admiration is quick to vanish
And just as quickly replaced by disgust.

She thinks of love and loves to think,
She wonders if its really that deep or just brief.
She’s bewildered in her own world,
She’s on her own in a bewildered world.

He thinks of love and loves to think,
He wonders if its really that deep or just brief.
He’s bewildered in his own world,
He’s on his own in a bewildered world,

They both think of love and love to think
They need one another to feel complete,
They’re two lost souls that become a whole when they meet
They’re bewildered in their own world,
They’re on their own in a bewildered world


I don’t care if your a liar I don’t care if your a killer I don’t care if your suicidal that shit don’t bother me none just show me yourself

Iklan

TIME IS A SPACE – NIGHT – SHRUNK

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What if everything in the world had shrunk to half size overnight. how would we know? I’d be half as tall, but the ruler would be only half as long, so I couldnt tell.


Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.

Henry Ford


Sometimes i wonder if im anemic only because my blood is too tired to run through my own veins..

Sometimes I’m scared of you loving me. coming to know me. I’m scared of your fingers tracing my skin and you finding the ridges, the physical evidence of the pieces that are held together by only a thin layer of glue. im scared that when a piece or two comes unhinged you wouldn’t wait for me to fit it back into place. im scared because i know if we love it means another chance to hurt, to break. and i already have too many pieces. if i shatter again i don’t think i could find them all – the fear of breaking what’s already broken.


‘You’re a puzzle with missing pieces and although what you’ve lost is unique you look for it in others.

You cling to those who hold misplaced shards, desperate to find one to fill your own holes but don’t you know, those pieces you take, you forget to return? you now hold a box of keys with no locks to fit and leave behind a trail of broken souls.

But you hunger, you crave to be filled but you put your search in destruction and all that’s left is a box of puzzle pieces that have no match a container of lost spirits..’

(and im one of them)



“What are you waiting for?. Have faith in my chemical compassion. Let me have your abyss.” – Wislawa Szymborska


I bet you were out last night,
Locking lips and moving hips,
Hands on her waist moving south,
Her hands in your hair pulling you closer,
The taste of cigarettes, drugs and alcohol on your breath.


You were in that dizzy intoxicated state of euphoria,
Liquid confidence running through your veins, nothing mattered you was forgetting about everything, and in that forgetting about me,

You pick her up, take her to a separate room, your mates are cheering and happy now, you’re forgetting me more and more. Clothes fall to the floor, lips and hands explore,

Your phone buzzes, it’s me you swear and turn it off, not even checking it .
As I’m laying in bed wondering why you haven’t texted back, you said we’d talk.


You’re getting your fill of another girl, it feels so good you forget me and the guilt.
My own paranoia sets in, I’m already accusing you of doing it, but your phone is deadly silent.


You’ll have smoked another joint, then fell asleep, with her on your chest.
You made me a promise nothing would happen, that you’d stay committed to me in this space, no matter how stoned or drunk you got. I told you those wouldn’t fly as excuses for me, because the intention would have always been there, they just gave you the confidence boost you needed.

I should be hurting, I should be crying and tearing up those pictures, but I’m not I just feel numb for now. Maybe when you wake up, see what you’ve done and your own guilt sets in, and you finally see all my messages. Maybe then when you have to shakily type out what happened, maybe when your number pops up on my screen and I read the message, maybe then it’ll set in and what’s left of my fragile heart will break.


Time is a space
Lost in a dark lonely place

Tucked away, but never forgotten
It can soothe, but also rotten

As time goes by, day to night
For just a little more of it we fight

It goes by so fast
We all just want it to last and last

CRAVE NIGHT, INSECURITY, DREAMING GAZE

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You crave for someone to hold you at night
To fill the hole of your insecurity
Too afraid your mind would fall apart
Am I sleepy or am I lonely ?


“There’s a place between seeing and dreaming, a boundary in reality where longing and wanting swim inside eyes.

And it’s a trick of the light, a slowed heart that projects things on a lazy gaze.

You come like the sun at the end of may, fleeting but warm and trying, trying so intensely hard to just shine. Your edges are blurred despite how solid you seem, I’ve never met someone so real, and maybe it’s the tint of sunglasses or maybe just because you’re made of nothing but softness.

The thing is, you’re too good for a life like this, I know you’ll end up tearing me apart. I’ve always been drawn to self destruction, this might be the most fatal yet. It goes like this, you appear within me even when you’re not there beside me, appear with a smile that has my heart pounding out a beat to the soundtrack of your laugh that sets the wind on fire. There’s something wrong about being addicted to a pair of eyes. I’m not supposed to be able to see a past I should remember but don’t, I’m not supposed to see a soul dancing in colours, I’m not supposed to see home.

And when I’ve conjured you up again in the darkness from words sent on a lit screen, you ask me questions I can’t answer.


What would sirens sing to you?


There’s only one answer.


A composition made of your eyes and your smile, the bridge of a requiem played by strings set on laughter. The sunlight filtering through frozen parts of things kept locked away. The way your voice sounds when you say my name. “

RUDOLF STENER’S QUOTES

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“In an epoch of criticism ideals are lowered; other feelings take the place of veneration, respect, adoration, and wonder. Our own age thrusts these feelings further and further into the background, so that they can only be conveyed to man through his every-day life in a very small degree.”
― Rudolf Steiner, How to Know Higher Worlds


“Whoever seeks higher knowledge must create it for himself. He must instill it into his soul. It cannot be done by study; it can only be done through life. Whoever, therefore, wishes to become a student of higher knowledge must assiduously cultivate this inner life of devotion. Everywhere in his environment and his experiences he must seek motives of admiration and homage. If I meet a man and blame him for his shortcomings, I rob myself of power to attain higher knowledge; but if I try to enter lovingly into his merits, I gather such power. The student must continually be intent upon following this advice. The spiritually experienced know how much they owe to the circumstance that in face of all things they ever again turn to the good, and withhold adverse judgement. But this must not remain an external rule of life; rather it must take possession of our innermost soul.”


― Rudolf Steiner, How to Know Higher Worlds


“If we do not believe within ourselves this deeply rooted feeling that there is something higher than ourselves, we shall never find the strength to evolve into something higher.”
― Rudolf Steiner


“Love starts when we push aside our ego and make room for someone else.”
― Rudolf Steiner


 

EMOTIONAL STUFF

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Im crying im so lonely again im shaking. Im so weak sometimes but i dont deserve protection from anyone. I want someone to hold me let me know im not going to to get beat anymore. I need someone to engulf me in love.. Please


We grew apart, who would’ve thought.
After despair and destruction you’ve brought.
Everyone used to say “You fit together”.
They said “Come on, stay forver”,
But no, it’s got my soul separated,
Into pieces,
It just increases.

~ Corvus