Crazy DiamondShine on you crazy diamond
The tears won't dry up just because your beams pierce trees and shadows
In fact, they are more likely to stop flowing when you are asleep
And the lesser gems cannot cut through the clouds
Shine on, because these clouds that cover you hold no terrors or fears
But when you stab through in your half dressed splendor
It brings a tear of joy to my eye
And I remember there is beauty atop beauty in the crazy wonderland of life
DesiresI want to crash my waves on your beaches
Then pull away demurely as if I was not about to do it again
I want to wind through your branches
chasing and tickling down your autumn leaves
I want to dance an ice cold minuet
Before whirling with all the passion of a tango
I want to whisper I love you
Before I dash away for you to chase me
pfytLet me collect another penny
I've been wondering ...
Who is the man whose lips tasted like copper and passionate sunshine?
What is the color of your hands on my waist?
Where would our hands have wandered had the night been longer?
When did I start writing your name in answer to when I last smiled?
Why have you become so much?
Spikes pt II've tried looking at the color guide, but I still don't know what color Wrupert is. The breeder you bought him from says standard grey, but I think he's too brown. I'm thinking he might be a chocolate snow flake, but it is not certain. Of course, I needn't tell you what that means.
The hopelessness of their situation overwhelmed her, and she groped for a chair, re-reading the short missive, her head swimming. If the breeder lied about that, he could have lied about anything! The elite lineage he claimed could be mere fantasies to take in a innocent buyer. With horror she recalled his words when talking about his rival.
"A sucker born every minute"
She was that sucker! There was no way to bring anything against him. She had no proof, nothing to back up any suspicions. It was her word against his, and he was a respected man. Then a plan started taking shape in her mind. Maybe she couldn't prov
FantasticI'm pressing on
wading through the bitter sweet wishes for eternity
that didn't quite pan out
maybe this time I'll get lucky
but maybe this time I won't
and I still know that everything will work out eventually
cause that's what it does
the midden hits the windmill
things fall apart
and the dregs of life seem to suck you down to the bottom
but I never have yet really hit that proverbial bottom
so pressing on
making the world a little bit brighter
a little bit more livable
and a little more in love
I wish I could show everybody in the world
to see through eyes that are in love
in love with a person
something that tints their worlds
rose and gold
that makes music sound
and causes the weights and cares
not to fall away
could they ever really fall away
but makes them seem lighter and less worrisome
I'm pressing on and it will be magnificent
I have a new decade
a new year
a new hope
and it's going to be fantastic
Well...Spin me around and around
keep the night air crackling
with sleep and desire drenched words
that make me long for the future
and a new reality
that might manifest itself in black satin sheets
beyond Tuesday night coffee.
I don't know what the future will bring, but thank you for the possibilities.
Who Can Say?Symbolism keeps things is a lovely neat line. Red means love, passion and pain. It is arguably an easier way to understand the world, until I realize what I am missing. I am missing the key, the map to the meanings, the understanding that makes me understand why red is painful, and so love is too.
I have certainly seen over time that love is painful and passionate. I can see that in the mirror when I am trying to scorch desires out of my skin under scalding showers. What is it that drives me to keep hoping despite grim realities, to dream when I am too tired to even sleep? And, knowing how I still have these hopes and dreams, where do the stranger interludes fit? Are they side acts, in no way connected to the main story? Or are they sub plots that might end up gaining prominence?
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
It may be easy enough to say, but I'm realizing more and more that we players don't know anything beyond our characters. I don't know if I a
Unsent and unapologetic.Dear sir, I have done it again. I read a book, and wondered why you cannot be a man alive. It's strange, having fallen in love with a man in shadows that pass for reality. I hate seeing farther than you- not because I have some lousy idea that a man must see farther than me, but because I can see how you hate seeing nothing, it holds you back and limits dreams.
If there is anything that should not be limited, it is dreams. Love is but a dream. Life is but a dream. Existing is real...no, wait, it is in fact, reality, and it stinks.
Dreams I think are more real than reality. Dreams where you can in the snow, freezing your feet as the sun warms your back and you gaze into skies so blue and so deep they are purple somewhere just out of your range of vision. Dreams are so real they surpass all you hoped for.
Reality is gray, and hazy. It is waiting for checks to come in. It is working on classes not for any joy or any skill learned, but merely to pass and graduate and move on to the next ph
Fessing up...Three hundred and sixty five days.
Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours.
Thirty one million, five hundred thirty six thousand seconds.
I'm right back where I started.
A fir scented corner, watching millions of pixels for dreams and laughter and beauty. I'm all alone again, wondering how I can care for you as much as I have, and ready to move on because I am tired of questions, I'm tired of waiting, I'm ready for....wait, no, fast forward, cause that was me a year ago. I'm not quite the same place, am I?
No. I am not.
Yes, I am in a cold corner, huddled with Christmas dinner comfort food and forest scents warmed by the tinsel and lights. True, I am alone again. And thinking of you! But I have so few regrets than then. I'm not leaping ahead because I want to forget you.
I did that, you know. I tried to forget you. It almost worked, until I woke up and realized how he used me. And you...you never did. You never have. You get cold sweats and stress knots in your shoulder
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