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Three horizontal linesDragons that carry the color white on their strong scales see everything.
Reality tells that mantis is someone you may trust, they're more human than the red-eyed ones.
All while white scaled hands produces gestures that pulls the strings of the one that's believed to come and be in charge of world's strongest nation.
Over the years, the mantis is the one helping the hated one, associated with a symbol of three
really common colors, three straight horizontal lines.
Ending the creation of a near by sister to me, the red-eyed starts the blood bath. A
practic tactic it truly is that the grey ones tend to get involved, they may help spread the word and taste of victory to far lands for the red-eyed or for the mantis, whoever hands them needed mest.
In socialization, eagle people are taught to call the false guards if any eye spots a dead machine of luxury, bright bright luxury, of an other kind.
In the end, the red eyed shall pull the strings
all the way up and down, until the puppets cut
The emotions doesn't reflectWhen you're happy you can draw sad pictures.
When you're sad you cannot draw happy pictures.
Think about that.
I'll tell you thisWhat is the meaning of life?
Getting access to pointless, random crap that makes us happy.
There's a thing even deaf people can hearThere is a thing we all can hear, always.
There is a thing even deaf people can pick up.
There is a thing that always gives us companionship, and peace.
There is a thing, that keeps everything from turning in to a messy soup.
There is a thing, that even silense cannot hide from our ears.
There is a thing, that not even the loudest scream can erease.
There is a thing, that can let us think for a while, and let us hold back our tears.
There is one simple thing, that keeps the majority of us from going insane.
That thing is impossible, nonexistant, in the very core of violence.
That thing, despite it's existance, should not have a name.
But luckely, it does. It's funny how you can express the opposit of sound through sound.
Lession: How I solve problemsAll conflicts are because of miscommunication. Remember that.
All conflicts, with no exception.
When we come in conflict with our body, the body gets sick and we feel sad. We may also hurt ourselves which makes us feel even worse because we forgot the good things in life.
When we come in conflict with ourselves or someone else, or even if someone else comes in conflict with someone else, we feel sad and the body gets sick. We may begin to hurt our body, which makes us feel even worse because we forgot the good things in life.
When a body comes in conflict with another body, it feels pain. You feel what your body do, and you feel the body's pain. That makes us sad, then our body gets sick because we feel sad.
When someone else comes in conflict with our body, or when we come in conflict with someone else's body, we get mad. That makes us potentially hurt the other body, making ourselves and that body and spirit feel bad. That may result in harm to the own body and to disease.
When you o
Cycles and circles and water and structuresWater, blood, veins, down to Earth it goes, all. Our heart forces the blood up. Blood... living water, because it's forced to live. Water... dead blood that creates life. Life, that keeps on going with creation of life. How come that life comes from nothing that's alive, from dead blood? Life goes back to water, to death. Cycle, I'm feeling that I'm beginning to understand a pattern.
Death, end, empty. It's a part of life.
For light to exist, there must be darkness. For life to exist, there must be death.
For something to fill, there must be emptyness.
We fear emptyness.
Emptyness is bad, evil. Fill it, fill the void.
It reminds us of dreamtime.
The time before existance of existance (wow that makes sense) when we were still not copying shapes and scapes, when we still were gods.
We forgot that time of freedom, we are slaves for ourself. We fear emptyness, because emptyness must be filled. We don't want to fill emptyness.
Emptyness is not indicating existance, it makes us blind. We mus
I thrive...I thrive while others around me
I thrive while others around me
The thought is pretty new
only now I've tasted that one sour tear,
in the vast sea of ideas.
My God, I realize
I can nothing do, I can just watch
how small pearls of blood collect in to one big puddle,
indicating the death of forbleeding of each and every person.
I don't know if it's a sour pest or a poisonous sickness,
but I know how things work
but God, I still can't help anyone.
That puts me in a bit of irritating agony
because I know and no one else does.
I thrive while others around me
The Morphing ApparatusSo I got this idea in to my head like a friggin bullet while sitting in at DA looking at a picture with a person with spider legs growing out if it's back.
This idea has been sitting around for two days now and I wanted to drag it over here so I can share it with you (before I find someone else doing the same thing D: )
So let's begin.
Dafq is the Morphing Apparatus?
Well, the Apparatus is a little ball filled iwth nano robots that's resting inside of a body (usually human) inside the ribcage or brain.
It gives the body amazing regenerative powers (you can basically re-grow your entire torso in around 20 seconds, as long as the brain is still alive and the ball connected to it, and if it's in the ribcage it's connected with the brain thru a thin, metal wire that connects to the cerebellum.
So, how do the Apparatus work? By growing all sorts of mecanical parts around and inside the body, and if it's a fully bulid robot the body will be completley destroyed (except the brain that's being
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
EdgeAt the edge of our senses
light from the sun and his sister
is dancing at the limit
of our vision.
down in the abyss,
in between the brain's wrinkles
our memories from passed time
is crying for attention.
We barerly hear them,
but they're still there, clear as sunlight.
There is the scent
of dead bodies
from our past lives
where we all have a part or two stuck in them
what corpses smells like.
of the edge
of he universe
is a part
of our dreams.
We just tend to forget them.
But we can't forget.
We just leave these pictures, these touches
in the abyss of our brain's wrinkles.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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