BELONGING
Saturday, February 2, 2008 3:03:39 AM
Belonging
to...or with?
or ~ for?
Despite of the insight you still wonder what just might.
In place of the dread you opt for instead
a place in the sun where no one has tread.
A footstep unetched, yet quite clear in your mind
a beaten down path about to unwind.
Shards of truth pierce your souls edge
a membrane of defiance puts up a wedge.
Prance forth proud for ascendency reigns
quenching a thirst parched from strata of pains.
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AmandaMandarinlounge # Monday, February 4, 2008 3:43:53 AM
MarkCytoMark # Monday, February 4, 2008 3:46:45 AM
MindVariety # Sunday, February 10, 2008 3:28:49 AM
you're traveling in "where I don't belong".
Very indicative to one's own persona
that one has to find the answers for all on their own.
All I can do
is smile
this:
I realize I don’t 'belong'
I’m the only one who
sings
my
song
MindVariety # Wednesday, February 20, 2008 9:51:13 PM
Most of the time, it is a force that doesn’t go past inertia yet constantly makes it's presence vividly felt.
When a consciousness becomes drowned by beings outside itself, it grows to accommodate more , yet this expansion tends to create a sense of scattered being …being lost.
The irony in this is that the more the consciousness becomes enticed by beings around him, the more is it drawn inwards.
The more it is drawn inward, the more it sees the beings around him more clearly.
The more he sees these beings, the more he finds himself no longer enticed by them, rather, a compulsion is created to not merely communicate but to share with these beings.
Compassion is the drive, sharing is the effect, being and becoming the ideals.
MarkCytoMark # Friday, February 22, 2008 3:57:58 AM
Olivia Dawnisis506 # Thursday, October 23, 2008 10:19:36 PM
I believe is untrue
It is better to love and be loved
and accepted no matter what you do
I am not a human doing
I am a human being
In this fast paced world
that can be hard to sort
Anymore, Roses aren't smelled
but they are known for their armona
And pain get's old as an opportunity
to grow.
So sometimes unwinding is not
to be feared.
It's a chance to smell a rose.
MarkCytoMark # Thursday, October 23, 2008 11:57:30 PM