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LifeWalking down this stray path, no one seemed to follow.
I asked myself, "Can I change?"
The cold wind blew as I struggled for an aswer.
But I already knew what it was.
Never being satisfied, wanting to become more.
Is there a limit to our greed?
Never having time to appreciate the good things.
Pursuing the future, no time to look back!
Hey,to all my friends, the few that have been there.
"What do you think of me?" Is the question to you.
I wanted to know the answers, but the truth was...
I was afraid.
Dash out to the world, holding that charm tightly.
The whole world may be against you, but fight on!
What's stopping you, the world is yours to take on.
Show them all what you can do!
Because at the end of the road, what awaits you is a mystery.
Life is like that, a game of risks, a game of give and take.
What is it that you wouldn't want to risk?
What is it that you want the most?
What is it that you would like to give?
I've been asking myself that for all this while...
I think I know whe
On a lonely night.As I walk down this walkway of shattered hopes the raindrops slowly drowning me.
I think to myself, "Life isn't that bad." Even though it sounds like a lie.
Sometimes everything just doesn't link up but I move on anyways.
Wondering to myself "Is this luck? Or has God decided to play with me?"
Slowly the rain flows down my face as I join in. Basking in sorrow.
And as I look up to the sky. My thoughts getting louder.
"Is life really worth living? Please show me."
This cloudy, violet sky...A perfect time to think,isn't it? Troubled by daily thoughts. I can't escape from them. Could someone just take me away? Into a world far without troubles.
As if that exists. Can anyone bring me there? To that haven I so long of.
As I walk under this violet sky...My mind represented by the clouds in the air.
Thinking about the times spent happy. I'd love those times back.
Why does our life have to be filled with tears and sorrows?
I wish we can go back to the old times.
As the bright s
I love you.There are many ways to show affection for your loved one.Holding hands, hugging, kissing, saying "I love you", protecting, defending, supporting, caring.
There really are many ways to show affection, some show it in a more subtle way, some in a extravagant way. But will our act of affection be received?
Will she know that I love her as much as I say I do? Or are these acts of affection just a daily thing? Have we gotten used to this acts of affection?
Are they as important as they were in the past? But does it matter? She may not receive the full amount of it...but will holding hands help the message?
Does "I love you" have as much meaning as it did? Is hugging just another act of friendliness?
Sometimes we end up hurting the one we were trying to protect. Sometimes our ways of showing affection ends up the wrong way. Sometimes we try too hard.
Sometimes we're too protective. Sometimes we're being unreasonable. Sometimes we defend even if it's the wrong thing to do. Sometimes...a hug c
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
RainIs god crying again? The tears fall down on us... like a rain of sadness, that's what it is, right? Sadness...
How beautiful this is... as the thousands of drops of tears fall on my face, drenching me, drowning me.
Should I add to the tears as well? I'm sure no one would notice... As they drip on my face, roll down my cheek...
Down to my chin... and onto the floor. Isn't this wonderful? This natural miracle that we received.
How nostalgic... like the many nights I've spent looking out the window to see the world crying. I'd think about everything...
Wash it all away... that's what I want... I'll wash it all away with my own rain. Would this moment be best spent alone? Or with a "someone"?
How big the world is, isn't it? And yet the rain wets it all... How lonely... Or not? Stand in the rain... You'll understand...
Close your eyes and stand in the rain... But make sure you don't get carried away. Let everything slide off your face, like the tears would.
What next, you ask? A ray of ligh
MirrorsWhat do you see, when you look in the mirror? Yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Embrace the image you see for it's what you want to see.
What do others think of you? When you reflect in their eyes...Would it be what you expect? Or just one of the many reflections of yourself.
Mirrors...It's a tool for self-assurance I'd say. We all spend some time looking at ourselves in the mirror...only because it's the only way we can.
With a mirror we can shape ourselves...all for the benefit of the illusion we want. So why do we do it? We fall prey to this reflection of ourself...
Break this mirror that holds us back, it doesn't matter how the world views you...being yourself is the utmost important...so I say
But I know that that's impossible...even for me, we're fragile...one comment is all it takes, it can make the difference...
The appearance in which we put up for ourself and the world to see...it is something that everyone has...we care too much about it.
Break this mirror that holds us
Art Needs YouA scene can be painted with words as well as brush strokes. The words are like the colors. There tone, the specific word, can change the meaning of a sentence drastically. The page, whether it is a computer page or paper, is the canvas.
It is the blank slate that an artist must put their mark. The idea can be daunting-How am I to fill a space so white? So blank? Then the words-or the paint-begin to flow. The idea was there all along, just waiting to be freed. It may not be what was originally intended, but it is art nonetheless. It doesn’t have to be Da Vinci or Hemingway. It may never reach greatness. However, you created something, no matter how novice, or how professional. Its practice, learning, and heart. You can’t have art without heart.
You pour heart and soul into everything you create. It makes the art come to life. You post it with faith and hope. Faith that you’d done the best you could. Hope that others would like what you worked so hard to create
Time MachinePeople always dream about being able to go back in time,
but what they don't realize is that they can.
Every time you read a story, listen to a record,
or watch an old film, you're time traveling.
So go ahead, pick up a book, listen to a classic tune,
watch a movie, and discover your time machine.
Nothing SpecialOur world is nothing special. It is nothing more than a collection of statistical averages. What we once believed to be the centre of the universe and all creation, is in fact, just one planet of many, orbiting one star of many, in a galaxy of many. And it is not extraordinary.
Earth sits at neither the top, nor the bottom of any scale. It does not have the highest mountains, the deepest canyons, the biggest volcanoes, or the wildest weather. We are neither the hottest, nor the coldest. We cannot even claim to have the most moons.
Even our brother and sister planets are not at the top of their respective scales. Jupiter, whom we once regarded as the benchmark of giants, is not the largest planet out there. Nor is Mercury the hottest. Nor Pluto the coldest. Even our sun, our very own Sol is not the biggest, brightest or hottest thing in the sky. It is an average star, with average planets. It exists in a galaxy, which is, in itself, only average.
And yet, despite this, despite the sheer
Life-giving deathI am a star, slowly dying,
but at least I know
that I have lived,
unlike all the dead planets,
that came never into the joy
of sacrificing themselves
and giving life to the world.
This life is much better
who never die,
but never begin to live…
07/15/2014 Dywiann Xyara
Poetry and Photography- A personal quote of mineI capture things with a camera. I let go of things with words. My artistic pursuit is a never-ending story of catch-and-release; I never get to keep my ideas for very long...
I am an artist.“Why do you like drawing so much?”
Drawing allows me to sketch out my ideas on paper. It allows me to zone out of the world - just for a little while - so I can catch my breath.
“I don’t get how you can just sit inside and draw all day.”
I don’t get how you cannot. Drawing is like entering a whole different world to me, sometimes one that I like more than my own. It’s like a new adventure every time I flip to the next page of my drawing book.
“I would much rather be outside doing something.”
That’s what you want, but not me. Maybe this is what I find for pleasure. Creating and shaping my own characters is my activity and I enjoy it, just like you enjoy your outdoor activities.
“I want to get out there and actually make my day worth something, not just sit in front of a piece of paper.”
Maybe some of us don’t like making it big. Maybe some of us enjoy the peace and serenity of drawing. I believe creating a pic
Mortality and Qualia.
Is there life after death? What is the meaning of life? Why is there something, rather than nothing? These are some of the largest and most profound questions that exist. Can meaning even exist in a world where entropy reigns supreme and death is the inevitable end of all?
That last question is hard to answer, but fortunately, I don't think answering it will be necessary.
Doubtlessly, my religious beliefs shed light on all of these points. However, for many reasons, I will presently set those aside, and lead us on a philosophical and scientific tour, rather than a theological one, on the nature of mortality.
In the modern era in which we live, it is quite natural for most people to turn to science for answers. After all, I type this on a laptop created by knowledge of the material world, and the rules that govern the interactions of material in space and time. We are immersed in technology, not the fruits of philosophical musings and metaphysics, but the yield of the s
Two waysOnce upon a time, two men, brothers in soul, wondered how to seek the path to wisdom, the older decided to live a hermit in the tallest of the cusp, to live and ponder the meaning of life by himself for some years, but the younger decided to stay in society and the safety of home, disposed of course to seek his own path with the favor of his people and the daily routine.
As the time passed and years changed, the countdown for the meeting was up one day, and both brothers encountered their stories, eldest opened up the conversation:
“During my time in the mountains I had time to ponder and think, the meaning of life and develop my mind, peace and feed my soul, and what did you learn, brother?”
“During my time at home, around my family and people I know, between my problems and my productive life, I learned many things from people, morals and valuable feelings from my mistakes and triumphs, my flaws and talents, I helped many people change just as much as they helped me
Nightmare.Hey..I had a nightmare yesterday, wanna hear about it? Hmm...I'll tell you eitherways.
Don't laugh, or cry! It may seem a bit childish, but I don't care.
There was a light...a very faint light, signaling for me to follow, it seemed urgent...
I didn't know where I was, it was pitch black,except for the light...I was scared.
I followed the light, as we moved it seemed to grow brighter, slowly and slowly...I could see
my surroundings! What a weird colour it was, but the setting was of a park, with trees and everything.
I kept on following the light, and soon after...I saw something, I started crying, I didn't want it to happen...
...I saw you......fading away, slowly..out of my grasp.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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