I can't forget the time we've spent
And I can't forget the words we meant
But all in all, I must say
Thank you for this day
This time to tell you what's inside
And show these feelings I oft do hide
Hold me close, I'll hold you near
Whisper the words I long to hear
Then let us go our seperate ways
Living this life for all of our days.
Feel my whisper, like a petal,
From a flower with no name.
And as I hold you
Feel me shiver,
Feel my pity,
Feel my shame.
Taste my longing, like a raindrop,
Fallen cold, upon your tongue.
And then inhale me
Taste the essence,
Taste the earth,
For I am young....
In you devoured,
You are my father,
You are my brother,
You are my son.
I take you in me,
As you breathe me-
For just this moment,
We are One.
One not woman,
One not man,
One not a sinner,
Nor a saint.
In the darkness,
Brush the moonlight,
Shade the sun.
Can we be God now?
Are They One?
In me devoured,
I'm just like every other teenager. I obsess over my favorite celebrities, I can spend hours upon hours at the mall doing absolutely nothing yet still find it immensely fascinating, I have those ever raging hormones, I suffer heartache when I break up with someone, I try to fit in while also striving to retain my individuality, I go out on dates, I want to be an adult but part of me fears that giant step forward. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm gay?
Now, when you read those two words, "I'm gay", undoubtedly you came to some kind of conclusion about what kind of person I am, or curled your face up in disgust, or maybe you've just stopped readi
I found their remnants, drowned and buried
below warm waters and swaying wrecks,
hiding beneath centuries of sand,
their large, starched bones watery tombs.
They were scattered; our hands discarded
their dead in pieces,
the hunt for a loved one
impossible among the spinal columns
of diasporal sorrow.
I could feel their presence,
a large and looming shadow
at the corner of my eye,
accusing my flesh of brutality and
a sadness long forgotten by man.
I found their young there,
the kidnapped ones, slaughtered,
their cries trapped in fine needle bones
that sweep this ocean's floor.
Their songs adrift on currents
in search of a de
I suppose this marks the point in time on which I'll have been registered here for half a decade. Damn straight, this account is turning 5 today.
College life has put a dent in the amount of time that I have for doing recreational art. I'm pretty much done with sitting down and drawing just for the hell of it, mostly because I have so much other crap to wade through - namely problem sets and lab reports and whatever reading I decide to get around to doing.
Looking back, it is amazing how much time you have during High School to just sit back and vegetate. Whereas here at Reed, taking a break pretty much means switching from one problem s
Ah, it is time for my annual journal entry yet again! How very quickly you fly through your life...
On this day, September 17th of 2005, I am in college. My first paper is due at 5PM today, actually. College isn't so bad, apart from Calculus class. Sure, I am 2500 miles away from where I've lived for the past 13 years of my life, and apart from a few personal items and clothing, I don't have any possessions here, but it isn't so bad.
But the thing I hate is leaving behind friends. You make new ones, but it seems that every good friend whom you've parted with leaves some hole inside you, one that can never really be filled...some far la
I don't think so.You can download or not. Please don't spam at my page.My internet is very very slow so I can't upload on devianrt but I have Ugotfile premium. If you don't like. Don't visit my page. Thank you