A Change of Seasons
*January*
A new sun is rising,
And brings a new beginning,
The New Year is finally here.
Time to start changing,
Life rearranging,
And forget about yesteryears tears.
*February*
Winter is closing,
Melted snow flowing,
Bringing a much needed Spring.
And as the heat rises,
We make compromises,
Which are never quite perfectly clear.
~March~
Spring is now with us,
The plants are relentless,
Growing at an alarming pace.
And as the weeds begin showing,
Were already knowing,
Changes may not be the case.
~April~
The flowers and plant life,
Are growing with bounty,
Lavish and colorful fields.
The
The Dream
I awake here once again, in this dark and dreary place,
The sea wind is briskly blowing, clear across my face.
There is a house on top of the hill, its old and crumbling down,
Im drawn to it against my will, making my heart pound.
I approach the door slowly, much like the night before,
And as I begin to twist the knob, Im filled with ghostly horror.
The door is open I walk on in, to the decaying foyer,
With each footstep that I take, Im guided by this allurer.
My movements are careful, each step is tender, this place is falling apart,
I must be careful, so that I dont break her weary heart.
T
For you
Isn't life strange?
It's just one simple turn of the page...
Can we ask for more, or less?
When we have not yet had the feel of a loving caress?
Love is the heart yearning for another,
Let it be that the two hearts are meant to be together
but cast aside if they are not to be?
Then that is not love, but a game
And a game which is spent living in vain
Only to find someone we want to love,
yet being cast aside like a worn-out glove...
Isn't life strange?
Just a word we arrange?
How can love be so when it is such a word...
A word so powerful, so vivid, so ambrosiac that I have not yet heard...
Why is love
~Untitled~
His lips will forever remain untouched.
Unscathed by the impurities of the earth.
Wandering the in abysmal darkness,
Waiting for light to pierce his eyes.
A glance down at his forsaken body,
and he is filled with remorse and pain.
The suffering continues without ceasing,
and he looks towards himself for blame.
The deluge of feelings once again returns,
dragging him further downwards.
Where did this all begin?
From what root did this pain emerge?
Restlessly he tosses and turns,
trying to find lessons he never learned.
He reaches out for others to save him,
but ends up almost pulling them in.
A parasite, crawling und
Current Residence: End Of The World Favourite genre of music: Whatever fits the mood Operating System: Depends on what computer I'm using MP3 player of choice: iPod mini Wallpaper of choice: = anime/game + 1680x1050 Personal Quote: One Clip, One Kill
Favourite Movies
Eureka Seven: Good Night, Sleep Tight, Young Lovers
Honestly I don't know how to start this time so I'm just gonna jump into the meat-b-potatoes, I'm quickly coming to the conclusion that God has denied me purpose in my life.
Though that idea itself is a major internal conflict, seeing as how Christians are not supposed to question God or their faith, and I practically am, so that kinda sucks...
But then you start thinking, or at least I do, what if, say, I put a loaded gun to my head, and pull the trigger. Would God make the bullet a dud? And would he do that because he loves me? or as a show of his awesome power (Thus instilling the fear of God pretty much straight into my heart)? Perhaps
So yeah, this year has started off wonderfully...
with the most amazing person ever breaking up with me....
for no reason...
So obviously I blame myself.. I could never blame Shana for anything...
Except for saving me from Alyssa I guess...
Now you might be asking yourself, "Holy crap, he's doing a journal entry!"
Im just kinda ranting.... idk... like everyone I'm talking to about everything is just making me more miserable...
*Sigh*
So I've spent the last few weeks just in utter misery over not being able to think about her in a positive way... I mean, she's still the most amazing person on the face of the planet... But I screwed up