Queen's Knight to MercenaryLife...More Like This
If any of you beings have brought me,
the most amazing woman to ever live...
One to place a crown of jewels upon,
her beautiful head...
A golden throne,
for me to kneel before her...
And my heart,
as she is the very embodiment of my love...
I'll swear my allegiance to her,
as queen of my love,
goddess for my world,
my heart to pulse life,
in my veins.
I'd never want to be a king to her queen,
but be king of her heart.
I'd hold her love,
touched between the tender skin of mine,
above the bondage,
tethers and layers of metal,
pure and ravened armor.
Live by the sword by sunrise,
kneel before Her Grace by nightfall.
draped in her fair raven hair.
A promise to try and be as worthy of her,
for the rest of my days.
From her skin,
to her very essence,
she remained pure and kissed by no other,
and all mine to show my eternal gratitude to.
For every day to pass,
until when the castle would fall,
our dimensions and worlds to fade,
until we turned to du
rococo(so) Comon little mockingbirdMore Like This
lets battle the night
Come bellow your melody
and harrow delight
On pressing til dawn
has relinquished its light
Enduring the long
and belabored mid night.
i) Wanderlusti),More Like This
The first time I met the girl who started a revolution the sky was throwing down so much rain it felt like we were underwater. It was hard to breathe; and maybe that was because of all the rain, but probably it was because I looked at her face, under this dark red hood, and inside I was a story with all these feelings I could never say. I guess those feelings could only ever become words on paper - words in ink - not the kind I could ever speak aloud to anybody, if only because I couldn't bear for a person to see the look on my face while I remembered. Despite how good it felt - so hopeful, so desperately happy for what it was and could become - at the same time it was drowning in this sea, like the sky that day, for the way that everything else wasn't. And I said, what's your name?
At first we called her August when I brought her back to Jack's flat, which his parents paid for mostly, and which we used for getting high, mostly. She curled up in the armchair and rarely left it from
GratitudeI have so many fudged up things in my life so far. 26 years have gone so fast, yet it seems I have done such a little...I have so many things to do as long as I can.More Like This
And I am grateful for this time given to me. I was thinking about the lot of things I have in life. Yes, there are many problematic things, but hey, I have those things. Like a family, I love all of them. They mean such a great deal to me. And actually, they are the reason I am able to write this journal now, for several reasons. Like they provided me good education, even university, which opened my eyes to so many things, and allowed me to speak and understand English at this level.
And my friends, oh my amazing friends. Tears come to my eyes when I talk about the blessing they are to me. Yeah, they are that great. And I mean it, I'm blessed with not only one bestie, but with 6-7-8. Most of them girls, and I have a few boy best friends as well. For more than 10 years now! That's a thing. It's a really special web of relat
While passing through IrelandSo will I have to win her over?More Like This
Find her like a four-leaf clover?
Coax her from the jealous earth
and pull until my fingers hurt?
Or will she willfully concede?
Look up at me and find release
Give up her tiny plot of earth
and give this new creation birth?
soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence fMore Like This
SophiaShe is my blessingMore Like This
She is my curse
A dualistic stigmata that sets me apart.
Like a big fish in a small pond
I am stunted
Limited in growth and movement
In what I can and can not do
But I would never trade it away
Despite the difficulties she hands me, for
Cutting off the wings of an angel
Is a most heinous of crimes
The wolf who runs against the grain of the pack
May find himself alone; stranded; isolated
But, he has the satisfaction that he plodded on
On his own volition
And did not blindly follow the consensus of the majority
.the.lead.I heard you drew a line.More Like This
You made it light and fine.
A perfect true design
That will not fade with time.
So I'll be not discouraged,
I'll look beneath the surface.
On to the other side
And just enjoy the ride.
We're very often candid
Unruly and abandoned
Believing this as final
Surviving for survival
Caught up in happenstance
Regarding all as chance
Unwary of the maker
So many here are fakers
But only if they knew
The perfect line you drew.
Then we could see the view
Of time composed by you.
...cause such a racket...The bell always rings.More Like This
There are always echos.
The forgotten dreams.
As the perfect yellows.
a misproportioned truth
Gilded in my youth
Leading my desires
Onto something higher
Onto something false
Mostly onto loss
cause I can't have perfect
cause she wasn't worth it.
But you weren't that case
You came and replaced
All my points of view
All I thought I knew
Came, reset my eyes
Then rebuilt new lies.
You stepped out of view
And I lost sight of you
Slowly your voice waning
Now forever fading
Out and to the background
Down to nothing. No sound
But you're still in my ear.
Still in there crystal clear
I've tried to kill your sound
I sat and watched it drown
I buried it in ashes
Set fire to your grave
Moved onto other names
But yours remained the same.
I waited for your face
To turn and be erased
Smudged out, obscured, replaced
And then fade out to grey.
Only, it never does.
cause you are always perfect
cause you're the one that won
And now I cant reverse it.
Have You Ever FeltMore Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do