Slow churning mind, the usual routine, work all the time, worry in between, I hate not seeing you, I hate not feeling you, kissing you and holding you in my arms, we tell each other "one day babe", but I'm sick of waiting for tomorrow, I just want one day to finally come, so that I can hold you and fall asleep with you, my days are meaningless, jobs are done for the money and phone conversations are filled with sadness, I'm tired of the hassle, when you work for the future and half of it is out of arms reach, it's that much harder to pull the future together and marvel at your accomplishments, but you make me strong, with you I know I can car
The Start of the Feeling by meadowdreamer, literature
Literature
The Start of the Feeling
Stop and listen,
What's lurking around the corner?
Is that your heart racing?
I can't breathe,
The pressures too much,
Walls caving in suffocating me,
I see the light, but it's so dim,
Who is this person I have become?
Who is other person inside of me?
The devil of my dreams,
Gnawing at my flesh and stunting my growth,
Where did it come from?
As hard as I try I can't weaken its hold on me,
Sometimes it squeezes for so long I can't think any more,
Can't decide,
I remain paralyzed,
Go away!
Come on! What do you want from me!
You got what you want! I'm done; I have nothing left because of you!
Why won't you leave me!
Staring
Raise me up high, to a place in the sky, filled with hopes and dreams, the stories it seems, Of lives lived and lost, through my adventure I have experienced some sadness, been dreary eyed turned to madness, when days turn to nights I lay awake, the feeling of my numbed senses, leaves my broken heart in pieces, wondering when I will see you again, I talk to myself as I reach out toward the heavens for a direction, hoping it will guide my lonesome feet to your doorstep, on the days I do get to widen my smile and embrace your beauty, I couldn't be happier, to love what I have, cherish the moments in this blissful weekend, and show you all that
Start up, BOY,
BOY, wanting one,
BOY, having fun,
BOY, yearning for her,
TEEN, still thinking for one,
TEEN, amazed by a million someones,
TEEN, meeting all the potentials,
20's, I have found her,
20's, I really love her,
20's, how can she love me?
20's, could she really be with me?
20's, grow up tall,
Because of her,
Learn it all,
Because of her,
Drown my fears!
Because of her,
Eliminate disaster,
All day, beg for her, I need you baby!
Love her everyday,
I love you darling,
Want to hold hands when we are a part,
Thus is US babe,
You and me verse the world,
YOU and ME conquer the skies,
YOU, lost in the ocean,
ME, lo
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
A face
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
An out of shape body
WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR?!
A child,
A child running scared,
A child unaware,
A soul left floating with some support,
but not holding,
Any hope that the pain will go away,
What do you see when you look in the mirror,
I see a soul,
Deep down inside my soul i see a soul,
Begging to be confident,
Driven,
Goal oriented,
Proud,
I see something inside that wants to carpe dium,
That strives on the adrenaline rush of desire,
I see a future though dim,
But then it vanishes,
The after thought that
Trapped in time, but trying to run forward. Completely lost, but having faith in one direction. She's got a path and I'm trying to find my way. She pushes me with gentle hands. I grab for air trying to pull myself to victory. She thinks I can make it, but I have my doubts; I occasionally pout. I burn through the pain. She tells me we'll make it and I tell her the same; but what happens when life feels like running through the jungle at sunset with one eye nailed shut. The days aren't easy but life moves on. Times are hard but we hold on; just trying to find my direction in this maze; trying to find my loves deep embrace. Searching f
Mind crushing defeat, complete collapse of hope,
fall to the ground,
failure consuming your every thought,
when will they realize my hate, my agony,
my pain crumbling to dust,
spread on the bathroom floor,
get a hold of yourself,
smack the life back into your head,
water dripping down my cheek,
looking like the furious creature inside my body,
get me out of this mind set,
BASH MY FISTS,
this is not my end,
SCREAM INTO THE MIRROR,
you will not win,
GRAB A HOLD OF YOUR LIFE NOW,
MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF,
feel the adrenaline rush through your veins,
feeling like you're going to explode,
tearing at the walls,
cursing at the
Imagine, waking up to the ocean; sitting on a boulder, watching the tide come in on a beautiful Sunday morning. Imagine sitting on that boulder smelling the ocean and hearing the sea gulls fly overhead. Imagine now, that you're sitting on that boulder watching the ocean and there's a woman sitting beside you. Her hair is dark and thick; so smooth you can run your fingers through it. She smells of the sweetest perfume and she smiles at you with the joy of a child on Christmas morning. She leans over and gives you a kiss; a deep passionate kiss that seems to last days. Then, she looks towards the ocean and leans her head on your shoulder.
Slow churning mind, the usual routine, work all the time, worry in between, I hate not seeing you, I hate not feeling you, kissing you and holding you in my arms, we tell each other "one day babe", but I'm sick of waiting for tomorrow, I just want one day to finally come, so that I can hold you and fall asleep with you, my days are meaningless, jobs are done for the money and phone conversations are filled with sadness, I'm tired of the hassle, when you work for the future and half of it is out of arms reach, it's that much harder to pull the future together and marvel at your accomplishments, but you make me strong, with you I know I can car
The Start of the Feeling by meadowdreamer, literature
Literature
The Start of the Feeling
Stop and listen,
What's lurking around the corner?
Is that your heart racing?
I can't breathe,
The pressures too much,
Walls caving in suffocating me,
I see the light, but it's so dim,
Who is this person I have become?
Who is other person inside of me?
The devil of my dreams,
Gnawing at my flesh and stunting my growth,
Where did it come from?
As hard as I try I can't weaken its hold on me,
Sometimes it squeezes for so long I can't think any more,
Can't decide,
I remain paralyzed,
Go away!
Come on! What do you want from me!
You got what you want! I'm done; I have nothing left because of you!
Why won't you leave me!
Staring
Raise me up high, to a place in the sky, filled with hopes and dreams, the stories it seems, Of lives lived and lost, through my adventure I have experienced some sadness, been dreary eyed turned to madness, when days turn to nights I lay awake, the feeling of my numbed senses, leaves my broken heart in pieces, wondering when I will see you again, I talk to myself as I reach out toward the heavens for a direction, hoping it will guide my lonesome feet to your doorstep, on the days I do get to widen my smile and embrace your beauty, I couldn't be happier, to love what I have, cherish the moments in this blissful weekend, and show you all that
Start up, BOY,
BOY, wanting one,
BOY, having fun,
BOY, yearning for her,
TEEN, still thinking for one,
TEEN, amazed by a million someones,
TEEN, meeting all the potentials,
20's, I have found her,
20's, I really love her,
20's, how can she love me?
20's, could she really be with me?
20's, grow up tall,
Because of her,
Learn it all,
Because of her,
Drown my fears!
Because of her,
Eliminate disaster,
All day, beg for her, I need you baby!
Love her everyday,
I love you darling,
Want to hold hands when we are a part,
Thus is US babe,
You and me verse the world,
YOU and ME conquer the skies,
YOU, lost in the ocean,
ME, lo
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
A face
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
An out of shape body
WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR?!
A child,
A child running scared,
A child unaware,
A soul left floating with some support,
but not holding,
Any hope that the pain will go away,
What do you see when you look in the mirror,
I see a soul,
Deep down inside my soul i see a soul,
Begging to be confident,
Driven,
Goal oriented,
Proud,
I see something inside that wants to carpe dium,
That strives on the adrenaline rush of desire,
I see a future though dim,
But then it vanishes,
The after thought that
Trapped in time, but trying to run forward. Completely lost, but having faith in one direction. She's got a path and I'm trying to find my way. She pushes me with gentle hands. I grab for air trying to pull myself to victory. She thinks I can make it, but I have my doubts; I occasionally pout. I burn through the pain. She tells me we'll make it and I tell her the same; but what happens when life feels like running through the jungle at sunset with one eye nailed shut. The days aren't easy but life moves on. Times are hard but we hold on; just trying to find my direction in this maze; trying to find my loves deep embrace. Searching f
Mind crushing defeat, complete collapse of hope,
fall to the ground,
failure consuming your every thought,
when will they realize my hate, my agony,
my pain crumbling to dust,
spread on the bathroom floor,
get a hold of yourself,
smack the life back into your head,
water dripping down my cheek,
looking like the furious creature inside my body,
get me out of this mind set,
BASH MY FISTS,
this is not my end,
SCREAM INTO THE MIRROR,
you will not win,
GRAB A HOLD OF YOUR LIFE NOW,
MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF,
feel the adrenaline rush through your veins,
feeling like you're going to explode,
tearing at the walls,
cursing at the
Imagine, waking up to the ocean; sitting on a boulder, watching the tide come in on a beautiful Sunday morning. Imagine sitting on that boulder smelling the ocean and hearing the sea gulls fly overhead. Imagine now, that you're sitting on that boulder watching the ocean and there's a woman sitting beside you. Her hair is dark and thick; so smooth you can run your fingers through it. She smells of the sweetest perfume and she smiles at you with the joy of a child on Christmas morning. She leans over and gives you a kiss; a deep passionate kiss that seems to last days. Then, she looks towards the ocean and leans her head on your shoulder.
The Ghost of your Perfume by Leurindal, literature
Literature
The Ghost of your Perfume
Composed Upon the Ghost of your Perfume
Your scent, a sensual
petal of pale perfection,
is the one serenade
no siren could compose.
Your eyes, musky
almanacs of Celtic magic,
emanate secrets
only the moon can tell.
Your lips, orchids
of sweet abandon,
beckon me closer
and closer,
loosen my composure,
'til all thought of holding back
is gone beyond recall.
You are my ars poetica,
my dryad immemorial,
my hushed cello sonata,
my shrine in Art Nouveau.
And I... I am your doting dreamer,
ensnared yet again
by the subtle sorcery
of your smile.
Writing is my oxygen; it's the one thing that I can retreat to that will make me feel calm again. I write from the heart and I write from different peoples perspectives. I don't know if I'm really all that good at it, so commentary is always nice; but I do know that writing just feels good to me. It's that breath of fresh air, that cool breeze on a hot and humid day, that favorite flavor of ice cream. I love writing and whether I'm good or bad, could possibly make money at it or just do it as a hobby, writing will forever be a great passion of mine.
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Favourite Movies
numb
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
She and him, Rockapella, Beatles, Rolling Stones
Favourite Games
life
Favourite Gaming Platform
earth
Tools of the Trade
imagination, inspiration and a pen and paper
Other Interests
movies, books, writing, music, juggling, finding new bands to love