Dear Jesus Christ,
I went to bed at 3:16 last night and started thinking about JohnJohn who pissed away every paycheck he ever made and only fucked virgins, John who beat up a woman's husband and spent a Christmas in jail, John who shot himself on the front porch of his mother's house. I don't think anyone shed a tear except her. I heard she shed many tears as she cleaned up the mess.
I thought about when I first met him. It was at church. He and I were both eight. He sat next to me and we stared at that stained glass image of you in your white robe with your outstretched, loving arms, and he leaned into me and asked, "Do you bel
It Came From The Dark:
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
You have not a voice, so that you can whisper.
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
To share.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Nor profess,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
I have friends and all one could wish for.
But somehow, I'm always wanting even more.
I've lost myself somewhere along the way.
My world has changed from colour to grey.
A moment of silence for all that is gone.
My simplicity, for that is what I mourn.
I have everything but I'm secretly sad.
Soon what I have will be what I had.
December 10th, 2012.
Today I cried.
I wasn't bullied today.
Neither was I bullied yesterday.
Nor am I going to be tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And that was enough.
I succumbed to my emotions.
Today I cried.
I wasn't particularly weak today.
Neither was I weak yesterday.
Nor am I going to be weak tomorrow.
But I cried.
Because I relived every moment.
In.
My.
Diary.
And I'm not ashamed.
I succumbed to my emotions.
But... I'm not ashamed.
Today I cried.
And cried.
And... cried.
But that's just the way I am.
Once in a while, you just need a good cry.
To remind yourself of:
the little emotion you hav
You're worth waiting for by GentlePeace, literature
Literature
You're worth waiting for
Let’s take it slow, if you want us to grow
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
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Little bit of butter
How many eggs desired
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THE LEGEND IS TRUE
AND IT'S YOU!
YEAH
YOU ARE THE LEGEND
(and the legend is true)
へ へ
の の
も
へ
STORY: The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer by foxxy-arts, literature
Literature
STORY: The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer
The Celestial Mechanics in Midsummer
By Foxxy Hooves
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I rise early, and my sister sleeps late, but still we get along just fine.
As the day carries on and the sun drags down behind the westward trees around two or three in the afternoon, just then I'll often be seated in my quiet study with my work, my scrolls, and a bit of tea in my favorite fire-red kettle - the one with the little suns dancing around the perimeter. And after a bit I'll start hearing her scurrying around upstairs, the soft dabbling of delicate hooffalls in the rooms above. Then, after some delay, here she'll come downstairs, stepping heavily with purpose, her
Everyone is human.
Some people need to cut themselves some slack, give themselves a pat on the back, a hug, a "You are amazing. Go for it, kiddo!" and just stop being so hard on themselves.
Some others need to pull up their socks, pick themselves up and work harder and stop complaining for goodness sake.
The best people are often people who are way too humble and diffident and don't see their potential.
Look, all of us will be judged whether we like it or not. Humans are judgmental creatures in nature, and people can't help judging you by the way you look, talk, walk, behave etc. But not everyone is so baseless that they will sum up the w