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Posted 12 years agoI sit in the dark,
behind me a screen,
playing memories,
memories that make me want to scream,
that torture me,
with dreams of memories,
possibilities unknown,
to our insanity,
I sit in dread,
undressed from the joys,
of a young boy,
that you stripped away,
to reveal a man,
who knows only pain,
The sweet memories,
of a young couples extremes,
they leave me wishing to leave,
from this insanity,
in the end,
i only know dread,
all i feel is love,
for the needs of me,
to you, in lue,
to our simplistic nature,
For now i sleep,
wondering the days,
that will make my saddness,
go away,
in days,
i weep, to countless sheep,
in hopes of sleep,
to remember those sweet,
sweet,
memories...
But only in my dreams,
eternity, I no longer,
breathe.
behind me a screen,
playing memories,
memories that make me want to scream,
that torture me,
with dreams of memories,
possibilities unknown,
to our insanity,
I sit in dread,
undressed from the joys,
of a young boy,
that you stripped away,
to reveal a man,
who knows only pain,
The sweet memories,
of a young couples extremes,
they leave me wishing to leave,
from this insanity,
in the end,
i only know dread,
all i feel is love,
for the needs of me,
to you, in lue,
to our simplistic nature,
For now i sleep,
wondering the days,
that will make my saddness,
go away,
in days,
i weep, to countless sheep,
in hopes of sleep,
to remember those sweet,
sweet,
memories...
But only in my dreams,
eternity, I no longer,
breathe.
More rambles.
Posted 12 years agoTwas a summer day, the day i fell in love with a warm gentle breeze.
The breeze came and went as quickly as i saw it pass throught the trees.
I smiled as it lingered, wrapping around me, slowly becoming a bit bigger breeze.
It sat me down, made me look around, to wonder bout all these silly little things
Just need a bit of an outlet sometimes. i guess ill try this...these journals. Ill come back and work more on this.. this little breeze.
The breeze came and went as quickly as i saw it pass throught the trees.
I smiled as it lingered, wrapping around me, slowly becoming a bit bigger breeze.
It sat me down, made me look around, to wonder bout all these silly little things
Just need a bit of an outlet sometimes. i guess ill try this...these journals. Ill come back and work more on this.. this little breeze.
Dying Breed.
Posted 12 years agoI've noticed an end to what i call the chivalrous age. I mean to say there are many out there but all together men and women who fight for something higher then themselves are dying out. True, they exist in today's humanitarians, people who donate and give, and help the needy. What i mean is the raw underneath hero, the knight, the man who fights for those he loves with out fainting under the pressure, who encourages others to the very end, and truly never wishes ill on those he loves. I have a beautiful wonderful mate who fills my everyday with happiness and joy. I tell her everyday of her beauty, of what she means to me, and how much i love her. I try and help raise her up, to show her the true potential inside she has. Inside my soul, all i see is sometimes her, i have a pretty good family all around and friends....But I will stick to her side and fight on till the end. I don't wish for much in return, her love, her attention, to be by my side...and have some patience when i, Haha well blunder. I ramble but what are journals truly for...then but a ramble here and there. To sum it all up, i just feel that way...is all.
