Sometimes I hear the ghosts of my past
Often they whisper in my ear
Just out of consciousness
Barely audible, but present
Memories of those gone by
Now immortal in my mind
Forever they'll exist in me
Or at least as long as I live
For we are scars on the membrane of time
Carving our existence deep into it's flesh
Dying to gain immortality
Our existence tantamount to the memories of others
A world with outyou in it
What would it be like in a world with out you in it
if you didn't exist if there wasn't a you how would I fit
If you are not here the trees would have no color to show
And the sky would be grey and the wind would not blow
Everything would lose it's wonder and wither and crumble
And if your not here then I would be alone and take a tumble
What would it be like in a world with out you in it
All the bees would have no honey to eat and the sun wouldn't shine
To warm everything up and nothing would grow and it wouldnt be fine
All the lakes and oceans would dry up and fish wouldnt be able to swim
The world would lose it's light and be in total darkness no light everything grim
Everyone would be fighting and causing a riot and would all have a fit
So you see what would happen if this was a world with out you in it.
Zoey cup
I know that faith and trust
Are completely different
That they always will be
I think in this case
They are one in the same
I know that you have a difficult
Time when it comes to trust
That anymore you can't
That way too many times have
You been filled with uncertainty
Well I have a difficult time
With having faith in anything at all
I have been hurt, completely decimated
So many times that it seems
That I am incomplete
But then I found you
And I found that you were simply existing
Just like I was so we decided to do this whole
Thing together and it has been so awesome
That never will we go astray
~Chrystal
Written on
November 24, 2013
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The questions that have confounded and inspired philosophers of the past. If not, then what is of value in life? What has any importance at all but life itself? The reason for our being seems to be wrapped in this conundrum, and projects us helplessly onward into what we call "infinity", to explore, to create, to dream, and yes, to die and be reborn. A cycle that seems to have no beginning and no end, if not for man's ego and "logic", balance and reason.
Bound by the cities
Bound by another one's pity's
Expect a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
And I'll take you as walking money
I see you as a pretty big funny
We and I, all have found our place
And you my dear, have barely found a face
Bound to me, and to my briefcase
I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace
Find the comfort in another's eyes
But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise
Find a place to be
Or expect not want to be seen
Stuck in a rut
With no qualities, not knowing what
Who are you and what are you in this city?
Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?
Expect a place to see
Or expect us to be mean
For you are bound
What goes around, comes around
You are stuck here, forever with me
With no voice, or founding plea
For you are bound
My slave, to paint my sacred ground
Save me from what I’m becoming
Fading from what I once was
Into a shadow of what I’ve been
Breathe life into me once more
Revitalize the ghost in the machine
I have become
Like a shadow on a cloudy day
Not living
Not dying
Just existing
I want to burn
Than feel nothing at all
I want to freeze
Than feel the chill of my own apathy
I want to die
Than just exist
I want to live
Than just watch life
Give me a purpose
Show me a meaning
Save me from what I’ve become