| Inside eternity we'll watch petals fly and feathers fall, the flower will be rent as the sparrow falls. This is the otherside of eternity, a garden of faded petals. |


Eternal WarI watched the clouds steal the sun today, Just as I gazed out of my window to see the horizon It all seemed to become brighter but the grey winds churned.Eternal War
I watched the sun fight for freedom, Trying to peek through the holes and reach me. I held out my hand in want of its rays, But the riddle of gray stole it away.
And I cried for the loss, As the day dimmed to a shadow And all beauty was made weak. These tears I cried for the sun.
It was late in the grey day, I was sitting at a red light. Then came a tapping at my window And I leaned forw


And this is her nocturne. . .When she sits in the night of her closet, Fist pressing fast to a mouth ready to split, To share the dichotomy of a mask and the soul, The game of where it is always her turn.And this is her nocturne. . .
'And it is so hard,' she cries. 'What a disgrace, Questioning the existence of love like I, Why should I even try?'
And I understand. He's looking at me with eyes I can see through. Beautiful eyes that light up when I smile. Through these I see a foreign place, There is where I get scared, Right or wrong, lust or love?
And it is there I turn and deny.
I


fear.i. i'm not afraid of falling; landing face down and scraping my face on cement or falling down and tasting mud and having to crawl, crawl, until i find a way back up.fear.
i'm just afraid that i'll never fly.
ii. sometimes i worry about 'what if i break?' and 'what if no one can put me back
together?' and 'what if there's no fixing broken people?'
and then i worry about the
'what if i'm already broken?'
and it scares me. it scares me.
iii. sometimes, i'll look inside myself. sometimes, i nev


FearWhat is fear exactly? an illusion of the mind? a simple feeling felt when the future's hard to find? I've heard of fears of spiders,snakes, and even death. Some symptoms felt are quivers, and some shortness of breath. But really, what is fear? No matter what its from? I think that fear itself, is a fear of whats to come. I find it really odd that fear's a fear itself. If its a murderer in the night, or a spider on your shelf. What happens if he shoots the gun? or the spider jumps at you? What happens if you choose to run? or to kill it with a shoe? Aren't these questions what makes uFear
How could I not? :]
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Avatar by; =mazain
I dont care about the cracks in concrete anymore,
Friendships dont last forever in my eye,
Love is not love as it once was.
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Avatar by; =mazain
I dont care about the cracks in concrete anymore,
Friendships dont last forever in my eye,
Love is not love as it once was.
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Avatar by; =mazain
I dont care about the cracks in concrete anymore,
Friendships dont last forever in my eye,
Love is not love as it once was.
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Avatar by; =mazain
I dont care about the cracks in concrete anymore,
Friendships dont last forever in my eye,
Love is not love as it once was.
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