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musicDuring sadness you are there
During happiness you are there
During depression times you are there
During times when i m just emotionless
I get overflowed with emotions thanks to you
During times when I shed tears you are there
I m grateful to you...
Even without people around me
You are there for me
Thanks to you I can't feel lonely
My life just goes on thanks to you
I will never leave you
But live for you…

Your Writing on the NoteI found the note on the table.
I recognized the writing.
The way you wrote the words,
I knew how you would say them.
And when you speak
I can tell how you feel.
Grasping understanding not from
the words, but your voice.
Knowing it's not the action
you struggle with, but the choice.

I found the truth on your face.
I recognized it's writing.
The way you didn't speak,
I knew what you wanted to say.
And when you look at me
I can tell how you feel.
Knowing you not from your words,
but in your ways.
Holding on not out of love,
but in my faith.

I am now exiled with all I've found.
I recognize the emptiness,
the way it reluctan

The Artist.I am an artist.
I wonder how to fill this blank paper.
I hear footfalls and bird calls; they speak to me.
I see the finest characteristics, unnoticed by others.
I want to capture the world.
I am an artist.
I pretend to be someone else, something else, just for a while.
I feel fulfilled as long as there's a pencil in my hand.
I touch the brush with a loving stroke.
I worry that the block will strike me forever.
I cry as my soul drowns in my own words.
I am an artist.
I understand that improvement is a never-ending road.
I say to never, ever stop imagining, creating.
I dream of a skill that can only be aquired, fine-tuned, by prac

MatrixIt is not how I thought of you
at the moment of your admission
which one might see as terrible
in the darkness you confide,
but as moonless in its secrecy

where my perfume cannot reach-
tumbling over black cataracts,
blood-flecked and rabid; guided,
albeit momentarily seduced,

to be lead behind
eroding bulwarks of atrocity,
climaxing into this matrix dome,
the head of a spear through a noose-

but am I not merely a bandit;
bereaved by calamity at the
pinnacle of my desire gone awry?

Or in reality, a sinister paradox
unwelcome, borne of my
own darkness, that begs you stay.

Laced in InkI didn't expect much,
Another day,
Another lie, laced in ink;
Slipping between gritted teeth,
And splattering onto
Virgin pages,
Unaware of the hideous,
The impossibility we face.

Five ShadowsIt escapes our grip.
The things we crave, and want, and need.
Love, Time, Satisfaction, Success, and Greed.
All five motives to fuel our life.
Their hidden agendas give us strife.

Love, the bitch, that makes you care.
Blinds you, consumes you, and leads nowhere.

Time, the old fool, that is always sober.
Passes by unseen, fucking us over.

Satisfaction, the rich bastard, looking down on us.
Throws us his leftovers, it's never enough.

Success, our friend, lying to our face.
Stabs us in the back and puts us in our place.

Greed the voice in the back of your head.
Plays you like a master, making you wish you were dead.

Dirt And DiamondsHow can we recognize
what happiness is,
what happines means,
when we do not know
what sorrow is,
how sorrow hurts?

How can we realize
how beautiful life is
how worth living a life is
when we do not know
what bereavement is
how certain death is?

How can we know
that love is a gift,
that to be loved is a gift,
when we don't know
what loneliness means
what to be hated means

How do we know a light shines bright,
when there's no shadow to compare it to?
Sometimes we need the dirt
to see diamonds shine brighter

Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.

They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.

The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.

I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...

GrayFreedom buried
Breath taken away
Acid rain falls
On plastic civilisation

What was once
A hope for distant truth
Became spoiled
And unimportant to all

Now the blindness
Spreads across all faces
It drains fragile
Children of their sleep

In pursuit of might
In struggle for beauty
We let rotten bodies
To walk on our heads

And there is no light
Nor darkness to remember
Only gray tombs
With their golden mantras
Engraved to confuse
The dead left behind

AnniversaryI just realised what this meant,
All this time that we have now spent.

One whole year I have been able to say,
I’m more than okay!

This time we’ve spent together,
I wish I could get it back.

Now hear me out because I have to say,
I want that time so that I can spend it on you again.

Now I know I’m not rhyming,
And I’m certainly not ‘Griming’.

But I have an excuse,
And a good one at that.

I just nearly died from the most beautiful thing,
Something that hit my heart so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

Let me spend this next year with you,
I can’t believe I’m saying it,
Because I never th

Growing UpI don't know where I'm going.

Caterpillars (Beginning)Creeping, crawling, inching
Always voracious, seeking light
Taking in all she sees
Enticed by all this new green world
Rich in growth and allure
Promises of freedom whispered
In time she hears the call
Longing for her transformation
Lingering hopes of wings
As she sets about her slow death
Ribbons spun round and round
Silken shrouds for her final sleep

DilemmaIs it maybe because I dream too high?
Everyone is constantly telling you to never give up and always aim high.
To never give up.

Bullshit,
I say.

Whenever you tell them what you hope for,
what you dream of,
they bring you down saying that's impossible.

Fucking hypocrites.

A FeelingAnd the loneliness,
Eats away souls.

Cherry BlossomsCherry blossoms sway
In the gentle summer breeze
The moon shines on them

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Insight on Crying

by *ChristaSea, Jan 30, 2013, 4:34:52 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

What is crying?

The release of a little water from the eyes, perhaps a choked sob emerging from the throat.

A bodily function that can be brought on from sadness; anger; happiness; anxiety.

It is also the extreme release of an emotion so intense that words become inept at describing it, be it positive or negative or lost to neutrality.

Occasionally, one cries seemingly without a cause, random tears falling. Even the weeping man does not know why.

Crying is an occurrence of humankind that is both utterly, desolately emotionless, and still full of more emotion than anything else in this world.

And there is nothing more worthy of tears than this fact.

Insight on Cryingby *ChristaSea

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Hmm...is this way too much thinking?

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I would call this rather accurate.

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