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x You're So Intricate
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rachisthebombdigity
United States
Nicole332
Kirtland, OH
xx craziimo xx
George School, PA
Tonight....
The trees are dancing, to bring this bowl alive, and one by one they are joined by the many splendid lights. A cool breeze spills over the mountains to wash away the heat and pain of just another Wednesday. But I do not feel cleansed, rather soothed. The mountains cast as protective walls to this little town, are catching the last rays of the sun, though most parts have become like shadows. The bay is deserted, just fishing boats and yaght's, swaying with the motion of the sea. The pier stretches out to meet the tiny waves, it stands lonely and alone against the tide. Im sore tonight, and I know exactly why but i dont have a clue how to express it.
I had never dreamed of this when i found my conscience, the day love whispered her longing and mysterious promise. I am lost in her,completely and entirely. She consumes my walk,my ambition, and has become my dream. I ache when She hides from me,when i see her in their eyes staring back at me. Homeless until i am fully yours,no matter where it takes me, you are my only cause.
On the floor behind You, behind the crowds.
Gunfire in the night, flashes, lives burning out, lines intertwined with blurs pictures folding into words and then...
Meaningless, words loft through the air, still clutching their hope to capture, but folding in despair. And once again, try to understand, try to defend. Im whirling, sitting and observing, so tired of watching nothing.
Fear or boredom? Lack of existence or lack of persistence?
Deaf enough to miss the sound of a pin falling, blind enough to see only the appalling.
were all Intellectuals of our own intellect
rebirth
There was a time where i roamed freely through my mind, being held captive by every thought, every sound,every line,questions realing while the light began revealing, what i so cleverly thought i was concealing. Shadows cast by my unrelenting lust, my mind the king of my empire, lies in ruins and dust. Gentley you breathed and so gentely it flowed, through the dry valley and onto dry bones. voilent and forecfull it became, and in its beauty brought shame to shame. Naked i stood before you, no longer wanting to hide, trying to grasp, how long, how deep, how wide.......
Tonight....
My bodys a statue,and Im falling over by the hour.I spent most of my day concentrating on breathing...feeling so heavy i could die.
I fight in my sleep and search for reality in the shower..
All day I yearned for something im unsure of,what it is i dont know,but i felt better immerssed in water.I thought i wanted health,but we both know i wanted you...maybe this sickness is longing.
Its strange,confusing..They are as juxtaposed as the day and the night,yet somehow black becomes white...And you,your house is so hard to find,on the way in,i get lost in,or loose my mind.How easy i forget,how average i can be.
Now im alone,my eyes are shot and my inside is acheing..
Im asking you,thats all i have left,im just asking.
Spare a thought for the men and women who make life possible.....:)
I will share the thoughts i once had on a random bus journey in london...I was cold and wet...purposeless and lonely...so i jumped on a bus to no where,and it got me thinking...
I love bus trips,full of deep thoughts and long blissful stares at the passing scenes.A place of rest in a time capsule completely still to the outside world....where an actor becomes a playwright...where the seen becomes the observer. Besides all of the seemingly amazing and eternal feelings that these bus trips provide,i even found a friend on one of these trips,which is definitely not a common occurance!
And truthfully, i have such a love for the faces of busdrivers! They are so expressionless,so mask like,so unbreakable...I wonder if they are able to crack a grin,or when signing up to become a busdriver,you are trained and tested to be void of all human expression and emotion! Or maybe its such a boring job,that they kinda die inside,just turning the wheel to make ends meet.
I honestly dont know,nor could i ever care enough to investigate further...however,i salute you,all of you busdrivers out there...Without you,we would be going nowhere...
To ALL of you playwrights out there,write your bus literature,enjoy doing so,share your moments of travel with others..but most importantly...dont forget to smile at your busdrivers...let them know that you care,let them know they are your heroes! And world peace will become but a mere bus stop away...
So world..thats it....To all of you out there,drivers and the driven.
Good night and good luck..
x You're So Intricate
:] And I, you.
posted Feb 06
htuR
Also, I\'m sure you\'ve taken more pictures than that
bathroom-like one. Hahaha.
posted Jan 21
htuR
Holy smokes. YOU\'RE EVERYWHERE.
posted Jan 21
htuR
Holy smokes. YOU\'RE EVERYWHERE.
posted Jan 21
T-h-E_m-A-s-C-o-T
hello!!!!!
posted Apr 24