Love crusade Edit: I am sorry to make this journal entry re-appear in your inbox, but we have big news! We now have a group up and running!
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I'm writing this journal to explain a little bit about what I'm doing. There will be gifs, too, for your viewing pleasure!
If you're visiting my page, there's a pretty high chance that you did so because I wished you a good day or commented on your journal. You might think that's strange...
... or alternatively, "Who is this person and what do they want from me?!" :iconepicstareplz:
Well, here's my reason. I'm reaching out to people because I like to make others happy. I'm not a saint, certainly not. But I do try to be the best I can be for others. Truth is, although the internet is a wonderful thing, you can feel terribly alone here. Sometimes it's just hard to find your place. But I think we could all be a lot more friendly towards e
DreamsI know you're out there somewhere
Well, I'm right here waiting
Doing life, like a normal person
Until I have the chance to get there
I'll travel the world to find you dear
You'll know me just as soon as you see me
Because I'm just like what you imagined
Our love will chase away all fear
And then I'll have something worth fighting for
Someone I cherish like my pillow
That treats me like a hot shower
We will be like peanut butter and jelly always are
We Fell In and Out of LoveWe fell in and out of Love
Like the tic-toc tic toc of
The sea shore rhythmic, peaceful
Hearing your voice in my sea shell
Like a beautiful song, keeping its time
Separately together, yours and mine
Like the romance of mother nature
Making love with the trees of stature
Orange and green and red and white
Playing the cadence, a beautiful sight
You and I
Fell in and out and in and
Gently teasing ourselves again
We fell in and out of love
Life of a Mellow GhostLife is too confusing
Too many variables to control
And letting things go doesn't make anything better
I'm just going to be a mellow ghost
People are strange variables
Emotions, thoughts, drives, plans
All unique and leading in different directions all together
How can relationships ever stand?
Two people in sync
It sounds so foreign and unattainable
And yet it is out there, no matter how different we are
I know we are capable
I think you're for me
Everybody loves attention, affection
But there's something different about you, something good.
Just don't be angry at my choices and apprehensions.
Someone Like YouOne man's coincidence is another mant's tragedy, is another man's destiny, is another man's fortune;
And here you sit acting like you don't mean a thing.
Though it takes more strength than I have some days to pry the thought of you from my mind, I still try
Kicking against the pricks, fighting gravity like a child trying to fly.
How I wish I could just be rid of you; the thought is so sweet to my tired mind like wine could was you away;
But as intoxicating as freedom is, I'm prone to drunk dial you.
You have this idea that you are somehow defeated and worthless to human kind;
I'm inclined to believe that sometimes, but keep in mind:
I am not your door prize; I am kind; I am beautiful; I am important; I am something significant.
Until you realize that about me, and until you realize that about yourself, you will wander pitiful and alone.
I will not pick you up; I will not be your cane.
If you could come to me like an adult, if you could dream of something more than american perfection,
Time OptimistThe other day I saw 50 year old me
And yesterday I met 72 year old you
What a lonely life to have lived, us both
Separately together in worlds untouched
How sad and alone you were lying there
And I so passively content, ironically
I wish I had known how to contact you
Or that you were sitting there thinking about me
It's stunning what lives, years, people
Can do to you, I surely saw wisdom
I've so very recently learned patience
So maybe patient I will have to remain
The symphony and cacophony of life is our song
Such a weaving intricate tune slowly building
Perhaps the conclusion of the story reveals
A lifelong togetherness leaving the audience scratching their heads
WonderingStanding on the dock looking across the sea;
Wondering if you're looking for me.
You didn't tell me how much you care.
So all I can do is wonder if you wish I was there.
How much do you care? Do you care at all?
Maybe you care enough to sit and stall,
Be patient and watch me to see what I do.
Maybe your lack of concern really was true.
I just feel like a part of me is missing somewhere;
Someone else could fill that spot, but not well.
All I can fill is my time, not this hole.
Did I leave you with this same lonely soul?
All I can do is take one step at a time,
And let this pain flow line by rhyme.
If you're ok, will I ever hear it? Will I ever know
If you loved me and didn't let me go?
I'll try not to listen to these sad love sick songs
That fill me with the deepest throng.
Maybe I'll never feel you in my arms again,
But I'll never know until then.
NaNoWriMo 1George Bailey had worked for NaturCorp for 15 years now. He had gotten the job straight out of high school and supplemented his education with community college aspiring to work his way “up the tree” as they called it. He never made it past the 5th floor even after he got his bachelor's degree in business management except to deliver important messages from his power-hungry, mid-level-management boss to someone with much more weight.
NaturCorp made everything from household cleaners to cookware to decorations to personal hygiene products, pretty much anything that could be found in a house. They were branching into the growing organic food market and had a line of happy cow beef and friendly chicken poultry. George was excited about this news and hoped that NaturCorp would set a larger trend in the ethical treatment of animals.
“The tree” was a 30 story building where all of the NaturCorp business was conducted. In the center of downtown, it stood like a ci
Ch1- DockHortencia was very nervous. It had been four long months since she had seen her husband, Cortez. He was about a week late this time. His estimates on when he’d arrive back home tended to be optimistic, but he was never more than three days off; that’s part of what made him such a great captain. He was a careful planner and set realistic hall marks. If he was late, it meant something unexpected happened, and Cortez always expected the worst.
The People of Isle del Corto depended on their ships to help sustain their way of life. The land was fertile enough to grow few edible plants, but their livestock typically had enough food. Aside from Pharax, Isle was one of the biggest ports in the known world. Travel wasn’t popular many places, but people might see three villages in their lifetime. Isle, on the other hand, was well connected and supported. The people of the isle were hard workers and philosophers, a brav