He dreamed of his triangular body,
the plain colour of beige
he remembered numbers
zero, seven and four
zero for infinity, an endless circle
seven for the number of days the gods gave us
four to form a square
his soul has more to bare
it was subconscience telling his mind,
my body, it’s in pain!
but my dearest brother,
your mind is perfectly sane
you put your past behind you
cast it away into the sea
But why, my healthy one
is your body in pain?
You feel what I feel,
hurt and at times, disdain
I love you
until the end of time
for you, I will always rhyme
A salute
to all those who have lost their lives
but still live on
through their children,
that’s what creates them
love
love ends life
love takes all
back to their home,
right where the heart is
they may steal your being
but they can never steal your soul
unless you love
and gift it away.
A salute
to every man and woman
who chose their beliefs
for fairness
and justice
every being has a right to life
but they chose honorably,
now a soul forever free.
So Close Yet So Far Away (by yyz!)
(via killerskiss-deactivated20110908)
A puppies clawed paw sliding across
a hardwood floor like ice.
Excitement comes out through a
wagging tail and harsh barks.
Bright brown eyes looking up at
you as if to say “God is here!”
A series of licks, still a wag but
a squeal of pleasure
High pitches if “Father is home!”
Man’s best friend
Dog days until the very end.
The human being is a quilt
stitched together by two
Sifted through eons of silt
uncommon that we are true
to one another
We search through sea and land
to find the other
half
point five to make a lover
throughout the galaxies
Our souls wander through paths
roads of rivers and seas
roads of the wretched and wraths
We are one
Me
You
I
Myself, another, an eye
I for an I,
the oldest trick we do
in order to spend time with you.
I love your soul
but only when it’s whole.
“Those who matter don’t mind and those that mind don’t matter” — Dr. Suess
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I really fucked it up this time, learn from your mother or you’ll spend your days biting your own neck. Some people don’t understand that company and companionship is all we need. In order to heal I need my family and friends to support me. So far the only support I’ve had are from my family. That’s not enough. I need the entire world on my side in order to heal from bipolar disorder. It’s something within everyone, ADD, ADHD, OCD and even depression- something most North Americans suffer from, they’re all sicknesses that need support. It’s not something that needs to be kept a secret. We should all be proud of our flaws and the mistakes we make, because in the end they make us stronger. Yet we also must learn where to draw the line between good and bad. Like the Ying Yang sign, it is important that I am good and equally just as bad.
As much help as my family has been I need support from those people who call themselves my friends. If they truly loved me, they would come and visit. What stops them? Fear. Fear of the unknown and misunderstandings. It’s another prime example of humans hurting themselves as a whole. We hurt the ones closest to us simply because we know they will never leave our side.
I finally give up on people who don’t listen to me because they’re missing out on a person that can change their lives. It just hurts me when people do that, especially in certain relationships. My boyfriend loves me enough to call my father everyday and ask and chat about how I’m doing. I am a lab rat right now and i don’t enjoy being constantly tested by people and others.
In the end it all boils down to love and who loves me most. My family loves me, as does my boyfriend and the people here at the hospital. I just want to touch and help as many people as I can, is that really too much to ask for? I don’t need to do it all at once but I want to. I want to volunteer at my old high school because they helped shape who I am today.
My stimulation is when I help others and can see quick results. The people in the hospital were saddening, they were dealing with terminal cancer, schizophrenia, obsessive compulsive disorder. It’s all natural, we just know how to name it now. You don’t steal to love others, you work hard and then give them gifts from your earnings.
When you try to date back your ancestry what do you do? You make a family tree. Each person is a leaf, put them together and you have a family branch. It gets better, there is more than one branch on a tree, there are about sixty. And they all come from the same thing, the roots. “What are your roots?” she asked. It’s important to know who you ought to be. We are one colossal tree. We are forever free. Fly like a butterfly or bee. Andrew will always be my older protective and sensitive brother. Chris, I want to leap over the success that you are. The purest man is Johnny, he only has the one glass of champagne every new year. My father and I are both sappy and love hoarding and such. Mother, I have your great strength and will. Friends are for a reason a season or a lifetime, the lifetime ones just become another branch.