February 2012
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Welllll I finished my entire book of Haiku’s that I got for Valentines Day in one day :] I gotta say im pretty proud of myself lol. Haiku’s, to alot of people are much to fragmented and insubstantial in content, but to me they can be a spark to the intellect. You just have to find what the haiku means to you, and be unafraid to express what you treasure in your mind.
SO.
I’ll...
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Sommeil de Peur
I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
went up with my ego and went down with a tear. It worried me so much that I thought for a minute,
“I think you ought to stay away from here.” But of course I must have been sleeping. Good Lord knows I thought I was protecting you.
It was up until I saw with my own inside eyes, what just another lover would never do.
I think I saw you in my sleep,...
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peace & dissension.
Can change whenever unexpected undulations in life decide to find a spot on our backs to rest, and they weigh us down.
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And We Still Breathe.
At times I’ve shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you, Just to see if the people around me react. Sometimes I think they’re all acting, At times I’m scared that I’m acting too. Like, My movements or stage directions? Was that a change in topic or a beat in a scene? Have I been taking my emotional cues from a script I wrote at sixteen?
No. I laugh at my own doubts sometimes. They’re...
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d0esntmakesense asked: ha thanks, There are some people that I always find hard to describe or talk about clearly. Like language is failing me a little lol
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Saving up for a tattoo on my left arm
annnd saving up for another tat for my girlfriend, of her choice.
but ssshhhh, she’s not supposed know that >.<
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Super Tired, yet I'm fighting sleep.
Norrelle is angry w/ me, and all my sleepiness has seemingly and suddenly subsided :[
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your love is all i have to hold on to
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idol wine
Because the idol is your face, I have become an idolater. Because the wine is from your cup, I’ve become a drunkard. In the existence of your love, I have become non-existent. This non-existence, linked to you, is better than all existence.
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Wean Yourself
Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say.
From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game.
Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo. You might say, “The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheatfields and...
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Made Manifest.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more, sees more; and more unseen forms become manifest to him
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I'm in such a peculiar mood this morning.
I dont have anything to do for the first time in weeks. I’m not bored though., rather, I’m irritated with overwhelming laziness
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Fury Red(you've seen this before)
See all the skulls we filled,
with guile from a lie that could only kill.
Her very being, thrashed fury red,
leaving cracks in both our hearts and heads.
The cure when I’m by her side,
still existed, even though I tried
desperately to get inside your dread,
cracks in my heart and head.
The victim of some simple spill,
nearly spilt more blood than you had love to fill,
but thank God...
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Man, this book of Haiku's is sumn else
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Let's get away from all the clever humans who...
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“Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen...”
– Rumi
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“True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells,...”
– June Nayfack
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Stressed
Why can’t we make anxiety exit out of our bodies like we used to blow air through a straw to make milk bubbles? Instead we curl up and lie in our cages like the powerful primate and all of his strength, tamed by the fear of failure through persistence. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, but then we become tired, tired of each ‘all or nothing’ attempt that leaves our fists bruised from beating...