its 2 am
and my hands go through their practiced motions.
opening, closing as if they are reaching for something.
my arms outstretched fingers beckoning to the ceiling.
theres something there i know it
i can feel it
just out of reach, floating further away.
but its right there, so warm and comforting,
trust, love, passion, kindness.
in the action of a gentle caress
three fingers motion to the ceiling,
remembering the feel of your skin
only to clasp air and a weakened fist.
we reach out to those we love,
we reach out to those who can save us.
an outstretched hand, a sign of vulnerability
help me, please. i need you.
yet help i
humans are pitiful creatures.
every single one.
they form bonds,
and dash them apart.
and yet while they're hurt,
they move on.
such strength from mere folly
they get hurt again
they can lie to themselves and move on
but the scars remain.
always
and yet...
why?
why do i want what they have.
they're emotions cripple them
so how can they feel so alive?
humans are strange creatures.
even though they lie to themselves
they can move on
which....
is more than i can say
but the scares remain
always
and yet
they have no chains.
they're free
free to dream
free to live.
free to love.
and if they get hurt
they recover.
fas
They always say your not alone
That no one is alone
but the reality of your situation
you fully know
They want you to believe
but they can never show
everything they know and what they can see
haven't you ever questioned what you were told?
haven't you looked at the stars on a clear night?
don't you feel something inside you
rising to tell you this just isn't right?
you are not alone; you are not alone
that's what he wants you to believe
he wants you to go on like this
to wear you down and make you weak
If you think about it its a clever plan;
you may as well just die
if you believe that this is all you'll ever have
you may
"Here we stand once again rather we are sitting. The same position you were in last year. Uncertainty is a mystifying power, no? And yet, there come moments when it appears that the very fabric of our existence is being rocked by the tremors of this force. The soul seems to briefly loose its chains to this corporal terrain, and for a briefest moment, the temporal is behind, another realms gates opening before us.
Having shed the physical behind in the previous realm, should we not fly towards the stars, dancing among the celestial spheres of flame, singing among the morning stars the song of Creation? Instead we find ourselves in
its 2 am
and my hands go through their practiced motions.
opening, closing as if they are reaching for something.
my arms outstretched fingers beckoning to the ceiling.
theres something there i know it
i can feel it
just out of reach, floating further away.
but its right there, so warm and comforting,
trust, love, passion, kindness.
in the action of a gentle caress
three fingers motion to the ceiling,
remembering the feel of your skin
only to clasp air and a weakened fist.
we reach out to those we love,
we reach out to those who can save us.
an outstretched hand, a sign of vulnerability
help me, please. i need you.
yet help i
"Here we stand once again rather we are sitting. The same position you were in last year. Uncertainty is a mystifying power, no? And yet, there come moments when it appears that the very fabric of our existence is being rocked by the tremors of this force. The soul seems to briefly loose its chains to this corporal terrain, and for a briefest moment, the temporal is behind, another realms gates opening before us.
Having shed the physical behind in the previous realm, should we not fly towards the stars, dancing among the celestial spheres of flame, singing among the morning stars the song of Creation? Instead we find ourselves in
They always say your not alone
That no one is alone
but the reality of your situation
you fully know
They want you to believe
but they can never show
everything they know and what they can see
haven't you ever questioned what you were told?
haven't you looked at the stars on a clear night?
don't you feel something inside you
rising to tell you this just isn't right?
you are not alone; you are not alone
that's what he wants you to believe
he wants you to go on like this
to wear you down and make you weak
If you think about it its a clever plan;
you may as well just die
if you believe that this is all you'll ever have
you may
humans are pitiful creatures.
every single one.
they form bonds,
and dash them apart.
and yet while they're hurt,
they move on.
such strength from mere folly
they get hurt again
they can lie to themselves and move on
but the scars remain.
always
and yet...
why?
why do i want what they have.
they're emotions cripple them
so how can they feel so alive?
humans are strange creatures.
even though they lie to themselves
they can move on
which....
is more than i can say
but the scares remain
always
and yet
they have no chains.
they're free
free to dream
free to live.
free to love.
and if they get hurt
they recover.
fas
Current Residence: well i dunno whos askin so deviantWEAR sizing preference: whatever fits Favourite genre of music: jap rock Shell of choice: SEA? Wallpaper of choice: triforce Skin of choice: don't care
1 . YOUR REAL NAME:
Francis
2 . YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)
Fraizzle. (um wut?)
3 . YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)
night (blue) wolf. (sweet :) )
4. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Marfr (um how do you pronounce that?)
5. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink)
silver iced tea
6. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name)
rrhiintin. (haha no
Rules:
1. You must choose only ONE of your OCs. Do it again if you wanna use another OC.
2. Your OC must answer every question as truthfully as possible.
3. Title the journal as "OCs Quiz (your OCs name)".
4. When you're done, tag as many people as you want.
5. Have fun!!!
1A. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?
hmph. blade
1B:What's your gender?
Male
1C. What's your species?
human
2. Interesting... what's your current age?
17
3. Uh huh. What's your favorite food?
fried rice with wild game
4. And your favorite drink ?
tea
5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover ?
heh. ~glances to the side~ kura
6. Aww! Have you two