The cage your eyes hold me in brings my blood to boil.
Joined between the hips we fly.
letting our soul soar higher than this mortal coil.
Neither of us asking why
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Killing time to be together, it’s murder at its height.
Torture on the list as well.
But before we get there I’ll get my way with you tonight
Robing you of your mortal shell.
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Eyes close as I clasp you tight, the needles in their place.
Filling the red with black.
more than needles are inside you sitting face to face.
your muscles going slack.
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Your tongue dances in my mouth before I bury my face in your skin.
Teeth drawn and clamping firm.
Copper and iron, wet all the way down, mixing in our sin.
Till the black makes my throat burn.
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Newborn nightchild take flight from the cradle of my arms.
stand and let it drip.
Take my neck in your mouth until you know what it is you are.
take only but a sip.
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Night is now our mother and she runs under our flesh.
learn to hate the light with me
Lay beside your creator, later we will take the rest.
Starting our infinity.
Orginally wrote by the beautiful and captivating writer. Michael L.(simonsayskill)
This one goes out to the torn, the damned, and the shattered. in other words… this one goes out to the beautiful.break me. break me into a million pieces. chew me up and spit me out. i won’t mind at all. i’ll laugh from in between your teeth with a broken back. the human race is so concentrated on and fascinated by perfection, smoothness, and wholeness… and i will never understand why. broken is beauty. just because you are bruised and broken, does not mean you are down and out. you are still you. a shattered you, is still you in different pieces scattered around on the tile floor. i see it as opportunity. the chance to rebuild. you see, you can put yourself together again in whatever which way you would like. in the end… you are back together. thought out and admired piece by piece. you are a beautiful mosaic. a combination of tragedy, happiness, mindfulness, and memory all molded together to create YOU. to them you are just another broken heart; but to me, you are a piece of art. remember that. the same goes for scars. i have learned to love them. anyone can have smooth porcelain skin or a seemless heart… but there is not a soul in the entire universe that has the same scars as you. many people have smooth clear skin. how boring! i enjoy the things that make me different and unique. how boring it must be to be strong all the time. to be a fragile piece of glass shows that you have something to break…and having scars shows that you have chances to take. if your soul is like a canvas, then that must mean that scars are the lines in which we see ourselves drawn, and in my eyes… there is not a single negative notion or thought in that. if you’ve been hurt…keep your head up. that means you’re alive. laugh at the ones who walk in between four walls and straight lines. while they cash in cheap smiles… you are living. you are feeling. you are going through hell to shake the devil’s hand so when you come back up for air later you’ll have a story to tell; when all the “perfected” have is a soul to sell. don’t be afraid of getting kicked to the dirt sometimes. from the dirt; a flower shall grow.
-Alexander Michael
Will you paint the sky with me? Will You dance with me with the universe at our feet? Will you catch stardust and share it with the world?
Culture is beautiful to me, Life is beautiful to me, these wrinkled hands, that has seen love and loss, happiness and sorrow, and some things most of us don’t see in a lifetime is beautiful. When I am a old woman, I hope I have a story for every wrinkle.
I have the desire and the drive to actually accomplish this goal; To ride down a waterfall, or cliff dive into that beautiful and refreshing thing called water. Completely exhilarating, to fall four or five stories, loosing your breath becoming filled with a slight fear and to have it all wash away, the way the water does when you disappear under it.
The Lifeline appeal was truly inspirational, a beautiful reminder that there are brave and good people out there and, even more special, there are children out there who live each day stronger than any of us. To see 2 children, Jessica and Arwen, have their courage rewarded and to see their smiles was very touching to see :)
As for Leona she did a fabulous job presenting, her voice is so soothing to hear, and she looking absolutely stunning. I’m really proud of her for being a part of something so important, every day she makes lives better and people happier just by being her and to see it happen again made me love her even more :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U50lB2yEPXM
Thank you Eric for the video <3
Jan 16,2011 - 0800 09394 - bbc.co.uk/lifeline - https://www.raysofsunshine.org.uk/
When i witnessed this video, my eyes were tearing up.. How much young children with these illnesses go through, they barely have a chance at a long full life.. but they are stronger then many people.. The way this organization of this charity is helping others out. it truly beautiful.. in every single way. these young ones need their dreams met more then anyone i know… i usually see the good in people and when it was just about to get too difficult to do that any longer, something as gorgeous, inspiring and wonderful happens, that opens my eyes, and hopefully your eyes to the good that lye’s in the hearts of humanity still.. when I saw Those two children, Jessica and Arwen smile, my heart pounded a little more harder.. It touched me in such an indescribable way.. I wish to ask you, to share kindness, love, and peace among the world, among others… i wish to ask you to open your hands as you open your eyes to the beautiful acts done in this world, an prepare to reach out and help a special person… Because with every single part of who i am, that is what i am going to do.
My personal biggest dream, is something so dear and close to my heart, i’d swear they are ONE. I want to travel the world, help lost souls, taste life first hand. Culture, food, art, music, people. Hear stories and create many memories of my own. I want to live my life to the very fullest. to truly see beauty in it. My lust for knowledge, my desire for life, my capability for love.
Original Photo: Jewel B. Fristed
This particular Sunset is at a place called the Cliffs, in my hometown. It’s absolutely stunning. This is a place, I feel I need to disappear to for quite some time, a place I can feel the wind brush against my skin, the color of gods perfect light on my porcelain skin. I want to soak up the pristine beauty of the world.
There is so much beauty in the world. If everyone would take just a moment to gaze upon it. To witness the fire it enlightens in the soul, the warmth it gives the skin, and the sparks to the eye. Everyday, is a new masterpiece. It’s all painted with different shades of rich pigmented colors. It has wondrous point of views, almost as if we are all painters, and creating it with the passion and belief in our hearts. The most interesting thing about these paintings, is there will NEVER be a moment to see the same exact one. It’s a blank canvas every night.
There is something i have been believing in lately. The fact that it’s our emotions, our spirits that’s connected to to nature it’s-self. We all create the beautiful things in the world, as much as we do the bad. But there is beauty in everything no matter how horrible it may seem. For example; During war, we set off gunfire and bombs. But the smoke mixes beautiful in the sky’s colors, making a darker version of the sky before.
Painting with gunpowder and blood.
Everyone just wants to share something as passionate with someone else that is beautiful. True pristine beauty is rare to find in people now a days.
A good friend and I took a walk along our local river, we felt the mist off the water, the laughter of the trees and the warmth of the sun against our ever so enjoying hearts. We had conversations about religion, fear, dreams etc. those type of conversations people dreams of, the type you only read about or see in movies. I have this type of friendship with this type of an amazing person. <3 When I saw this beautiful tree in the middle of perfect chaos, i was stunned and enlightened. It was a sign from a higher power sent to me to give me hope and to re-light the spark inside my heart. The insane thing is, These white little petals worked quite magically.It’s pure. <3 I am looking upon this tree as a symbol of faith and hope, a symbol to keep me going in life one to live by.
The White Blossom Tree
Our footsteps were in sync against the soft lush of dirt and blades of grass.
Our minds connecting on such a level of brilliance, we were nearly unaware of the time passed.
Our souls danced in conversations.
The flora was asleep ,as was the late blooming of the carnations.
Nature was still pale and barren.
The kiss of life has yet to spread it’s glorious passion.
Our laughter sung sweet songs like the blue birds above.
Our feet continued to stroll us along with a gentle shove.
Our bodies filling with joy and inspiration.
Just then mother nature expressed her adoration.
A white blossom tree fully bloomed before our eyes.
A gentle breeze caressed the petals allowing some to touch the sky.
“Enjoy the simple things in life” he spoke in a whispered awe.
Our eyes glistened with joyful tears at this divine law.
Our skin felt the chill from mother natures breath.
Our hands found their way to the only soft flowers of life, instead of the surroundings of slowly recovering death.
At that moment, a connection grew from our emotions.
One as deep of the roots of this white tree, or of the worlds powerful oceans.
One last stare before consumed, by this tree that just bloomed.
(original poem by Jewel Fristed)
The photographer played on the possibilities of risk. There is beauty in the intensity of the shot. However, it shows the risk of disappointment and failure, how it can potentially destroy someone. the colors are beautiful, the expression is heartbreaking and the more you try to look away you are drawn to the photograph.
Last night, I Layed in the middle of my street. The hard rock roughly against my back, street lights lit up little parts against the black of shadow, just like the sky above. I layed in absence of restless people and cars, the only sounds are those you hear in the dead of night. I stared at the stars, at the sky’s marvelous masterpiece that i will never again see in the same picture. God, is the world’s most talented artist. He captivates each and every one of us, for one moment.. With his painted skies, his moving pictures of nature. My mind started to wonder of life, love, and loneliness. About the way of one thought can make you feel as if you are floating to the stars, others make you feel like you are climbing on them and then there is the one I haven’t felt the one of gliding through endless time on a shooting star.
Perched on the moon’s rocky crescent,
I am watching the earth turn slowly below me,
making revolution after revolution with dutiful precision.
I had expected the stars to be close enough to touch,
hanging like stranded diamonds in the deep ink of the rambling universe,
but I was wrong.
Stars will always be far away,
no matter how close you think
you’ve gotten to them.
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