January 2013
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Silently I stumble
On roads to yet be known
With nothing in my hand
And below me only stone
Without a destination
No curfew and no rules
I strive to constantly stay clever
But my thoughts are thoughts of fools
So loudly my dreams rumble
Like lightening, storms, and thunder
But when I can stop walking
That, I will forever wonder
December 2012
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Remember those days
When we were in school
And we were restless
It was all quite
liberating
And you were tall
And I was short
It was all quite
the same
And we were young
And we were dancing
It was all quite
extraordinaire
And you were drunk
And I was sober
It was all quite
okay anyhow
And we were in love
But not with each other
It was all quite
one-sided
April 2012
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If someone cries silent in the night,
but see does no one ever
Is for someone the dark a fright,
or is no one not that clever?
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Wiped a tear,
from my chin you did
But why the cause
you never saw
My words were dressed,
in stress and pressure
They danced
Away from the mind
of yours
They danced
Away and now hidden are they
Gone
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I don’t want to be the word,
I want to be the meaning behind it
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Some arrogance dipped in vanity,
you take a sip and then proceed
You claim equality,
but only if you’re in lead
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If there is something I really dislike, it’s when people have to remark on how “easy” or “light” a book is just because it’s written for young adults or has gained a lot of positive response from the general mass.
Sure, there’s tons of bad YA literature and only a few of those books might be considered classics in a hundred years, but does it really make...
Sometimes people get tired.
Is it possible to live in the shadow of yourself?
Because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m doing.
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“Every author in some way portrays himself in his works, even if it be against...”
– Goethe
March 2012
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Alone
Alone. Why am I alone? I’m not alone. I’m here. Thinking thoughts of bliss and understanding, of wisdom and thoughtfulness. With you? I guess, but I’m not sure. Are you here? Are you thinking, too? I hope you are, expanding your views to unknown measures. Like dust, like clouds, like me. Can you feel that wind against your face? It’s me, brushing my lips oh so gently,...
“Heaven’s not a place that you go when you die , it’s that moment in...”
– The Spill Canvas (via wordstodieby)
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Have you ever lost someone?
Have you ever lost someone and yelled to them
beyond walls of life and death?
Screamed without making a sound,
as if it would make your hand grasp theirs for one last time?
Cried out and prayed to whatever god that might be listening,
prayed that there had been a mistake.
It’s a painful thing,
this yelling and screaming and crying and praying,
because it helps very little, maybe...
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“Writers aren’t exactly people… They’re a whole bunch of people...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald 