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If I wanted to be happy; I would have chosen to be like everyone else.
To fit into the crowd,
to never be loud,
to be just another flower in the field,
or a distant star therein.

I would be like every other tree,
or bird
or mountain.
I wouldn't be me,
and my dreams would not be mine,
and my ideas would not exist,
not by me,
not like this.

But I am me,
and I am all the complexities that comes with that; which I am.

I am the impossibility,
a four leaf clover,
and because of it;
I become sorrow,
I become defeat,
I become the sickness that is apart of me,
I become my anger,
I become my hate,
I become every dark and gray day.

And because of it I will become;
that of a dying star,
or sinking earth,
a dry river,
or a dangerous birth.
For my life will breathe only death, and my dreams only perpetual darkness.

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Current Mood: weird

Sowilo.

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I have eaten the sun, I have taken the cup and thrown it.

I am the flood,
I am the wind that breaks the bough.

This snake has two heads,but one of them is dead.

A dead bird offstage, a child screaming.

I am that which I was before; I was blood, bone and skin.

No vision will awaken it,
nor somber words of help,
no comfort with the cherry blossoms,
for Its beauty is dying here.

And when it is all over, when there is no light and no shadow, nor decisive will left, know that I will be there still.

ソウィロ。

私は太陽を食べ、杯を取って投げ捨てた。

私は洪水、
私は枝を折る風。

この蛇には二つの頭があるが、片方は死んでいる。

舞台裏の死んだ鳥、泣き叫ぶ子供。

私は以前の私だ。私は血と骨と皮膚だった。

どんな幻もそれを目覚めさせることはできない。
陰鬱な助けの言葉も、
桜の花の慰めも。
なぜなら、その美しさはここで死につつあるからだ。

そしてすべてが終わり、光も影も、断固たる意志も残されなくなったとき、私はまだそこにいることを。

Current Mood: severed,disconnected.

I try to paint the good memories within my mind, I want to hold onto them, hold onto the image of your face, of your smile.

I don't want to forget the sound of your laughter, or all the late night binge watching of our favorite shows.

But I am shaken by darkness, it claims my life, I am taken by the hands, I have been handed over unto death, I live but I am dead already.
I am marked like a tree to be cut down, it is fated. I have become one among the dead already, and the dead don't stand and walk.

There's no walking away from this.
I won't let my darkness bleed into your life.
I won't drag you down with me.

I wish to take the good memories with me, but I know that everything must stay here, I am the only one who is leaving, and where I go you must not follow me.

Stand where you are and fight,
fight while you have the will to do so.

Remember my words and my stories, for you carry them now.

Current Music: Cold little heart - Michael Kiwanuka

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What do I want...?
I want my skin off my bones,
I want my brain in a microwave,
I want to be voiceless,
I want my eyes outside my head,
I want my ears in space,
I want my heart torn in pieces and fed to the wolves,
I want my soul living with the willows, and myself to never know.

Current Mood: detachment,

A boat full of holes,
A lock with no key,
A pen with no paper,
A sky with no sea.

A song with no voice,
A letter with no words,
A journey with no destination,
A warrior with no sword.

A tree with no roots,
A book with no meaning,
A clock with no time,
A rule with no reason.

A bird with no wings,
A fish with no water,
A father with no daughter,
A mother with no son,
A poem with no reader,
and so it is done.

I sought peace and quiet like a warrior ready to lay down his sword.
Yet I found no peaceful corner not anywhere in the world.
I looked up high, I looked far below,
all I found was lights and noise.

I couldn't rest on mountains, I didn't sleep near wells,
no quiet by the rivers, nor peace in the forest with its bears.

I went to the cities, this of course was worse, even more lights and sounds with too many people walking around.

I went back to the countryside and sat under a tree, the tree was almost golden with its light and sheen.

I said to it: "You are not for me"
but as I walked away,
the tree of life said;"Come to me."
and that is where I stayed.

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I am a tree,
I am firmly grounded,
I witness corruption,
But I can only stand still.

I am a tree,
I bend for nothing,
but you can break me,
and make me something.

I am a tree,
I know the wind,
I've seen life's pain,
I know it's sting.

I am a tree,
I breathe like any,
I know the suffering,
Just like many.

I am a tree,
I've seen too many,
Use my body,
as a means to an end.

I am a tree,
I wish for nothing,
One day I am here,
and the next I will be gone.

“I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.”
— Khalil Gibran

Current Mood: Insightful, self reflecting.

If I was a tree would you water me or cut me down?
Make me your table, sit on the ground and serve you.

If I was a child would you still say the awful things that you did?

What if the words I write here really mattered to the world and not just to me?

What if I was more than what I have been born?
And not just a waste of space, of time, of energy, of air.

What if the reason I am fearful of lightning is because I am made of it?

What if I am more important than the pages of this world?
Maybe I could never conceive of the reasons of being even an answer for myself, let alone for humanity or the world.

Still I know there is something important I must impart to this world.

Current Mood: Insightful

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