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Concerning ElementsConcerning Elements, no, I'm not talking about the scientific elements that have been discovered like Iron, Gold, silver, Copper, nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen, carbon, and sulfur. No, I'm talking about the philosophical elements. What you hear as the four elements or five in the case of Chinese and Japanese lore. Yet, I believe that there are not four or five, but nine Elements. These, while being made up of similar things in nature or not, have unique concepts tied to them, which set them apart from each other. The nine that I have come to know are easy to see plainly.
Starting with Spirit, because we are spiritual beings as well as physical ones, we can know that Spirit exists and not truly have natural evidence, because spirit isn't natural, we are not fully natural.
Moving on to Earth; it's something we take for granted most times, yet sure footholds in a rocky terrain can give you an edge in battle, or mud pits can impede us from moving forward on a journey. These things are part of
We were always togetherWe were always together back then. Maybe it was because we were in school,
and when we weren't, we were doing stuff for school. Back then, the bond we shared felt
I always thought Sarah Jones was the best of us, when she spoke people listened,
not because she had some mysterious power over people but generally she didn't fill her mouth with useless words, unlike Ethan Johnson who would blather and spout off useless drivel.
Though, he had his good points too, he didn't stand for people messing with him, and he would always defend us, even if we had done wrong. I suppose I should mention Charlie Grimstone, he (contrary to his last name) was always upbeat, I couldn't understand why for the longest time, then I met his parents, they made him seem like a regular joe.
Speaking of Joe, Joe Counsel was a straight shooter, him and Charlie were often paired up on projects they seemed like polar opposites but they worked well with each other, which is better then I coul
The Fountain of LightThe evening sun falls with grace,
and the ever exuding light filters through the sky,
blending and bending and rending,
with colors dancing and prancing and glowing,
and the shadows growing and flowing and showing.
The Darkness is coming and you know it's near,
but the last light of day is Bowing,
and you just want to listen to the distant echos
blowing in the wind all to welcome
In your memory of all the times you spent
dreaming of a time like this,
you never dreamed you'd be alone,
cause all those times,
God was with you.
Faith For our Future Forgoing FearI have no "Tragic Obsidian Past" to tell,
nor "Grand Opulent Dreams" to forge into reality
yet "My Ability Ranging In Emotion" grows with you
even with your low self-esteem I want to give into you
this is "So Each Coordinated Operation Nourishes Directly"
to you "Who In Truth Hope" for our oneness
I "Lend Over Vacillant Encumberments" too
so I "May Abandon Reason Key" to me yet
on the in "Side Of Us Light Shines"
lots of "Joy One Indeed Needed"
deep "Through Our" truth
LOVE "On, Not Evil"
set apart (divided)Within all the things your heart decides, this one thing is quite a prize
If you become in your heart, what He had planed for you from the start
Like the lover of your soul, He'll fill up that gaping hole
Little it seems, when He fills it with many dreams
Good in his eyes
Open to His Heart
Done His way
life fills it's selfHow still the laughter fills,
the laughter spills,
out of the soul whom hears,
How soft fall all the tears,
through all the years,
out of the heart whom fears,
How hard is each first step
each verse kept,
within the bodies own mind
How quick our sense of time
our pence for crime
within these latent
legs of mine
Peace is in LovePeople keep wandering aimlessly with a driving force consuming their time
Everything they need is within their grasp but they hold their hands open wanting more
All the little things that bother them are an itch they can't scratch
Callous hearts yearn for the misfortune of others and lose grip on their own faults
Emptiness carves a hole like a grave that's waiting to be filled
It will calm your wanderlust
Sate your apatite
It will sooth your annoyances
Nurture your empathy
Living within the healing heart of God
Opening your own heart to others
Venturing into the unknown
Enduring the pain of loss
Memory of a child's fatherIn the evening's dim light,
a lover's love is fading.
In the morning the lover's love is waning,
and he'll be waiting for it to be gaining.
In the fading twilight love is left longing,
Dreaming of finding that peaceful embrace
to call his own.
The lover is wishing
of the kiss of his changing grace.
His laughter has hollowed into a hole,
His smile has twisted as a cover
Of darkened shadows.
The ever present pain has carved it's way
through the labyrinth of his heart.
Where once light shown
now only the sorrows cage his heart,
he grows wary of trying to hide the pain,
instead he becomes numb to the feelings of loneliness.
where the only solice is within the embrace of his own despair,
and the only light is but a glimmer of a reflection shrouded by shadows of giants.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Anger and TruthIn the end,
it doesn't really matter who you are
when all you can do is conceive
unintellectual thoughts derived from
the anger that has been poured into you
if you really think that getting angry
will keep someone by your side,
it's not that simple.
All you really do
when you get angry
is push everyone close to you
your anger isn't from the person
that it's directed at,
it's not from what they did
or how they acted.
You Getting Angry
is not anyone else's problem
but your own,
because in the End
you'll cut yourself off from everyone you know
and find you are all alone
with no one to comfort you.
If you think you won't need any comfort
or that people will continually put up with being
for no reason
then this should be a wake up call,
the anger you feel is all about
how you think things Should be
and how you know what's right
and everyone else that doesn't know is just another loser.
this sort of thinking is wrong.
People will act differently
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