How could air and wind,
the absence of objects,
be so nourishing and essential?
As I lay in the dim light,
I ponder as I breathe in,
and out
I imagine my breath taking a form,
where it become visible,
almost like a colorful light
This light makes my heart and cranium glow,
logic and emotion,
polar differences that work together
Being rooted to earth recruits more light,
More energy,
And suddenly…
I expel it to the world.
Sharing emotions,
sharing knowledge,
isn’t that what we live for?
It all starts with air.
How could air and wind,
the absence of objects,
be so nourishing and essential?
As I lay in the dim light,
I ponder as I breathe in,
and out
I imagine my breath taking a form,
where it become visible,
almost like a colorful light
This light makes my heart and cranium glow,
logic and emotion,
polar differences that work together
Being rooted to earth recruits more light,
More energy,
And suddenly…
I expel it to the world.
Sharing emotions,
sharing knowledge,
isn’t that what we live for?
It all starts with air.
When we kiss,
time stands still,
the worlds stops turning,
my heart skips a beat.
Together
in a warm embrace,
melting the snow around us,
the cold becomes warm.
Our love
will never be severed,
never to part,
stay together forever.
In this lifetime
and the next,
time stands still,
when we kiss.
I'm looking for a happy face
in a cruel and terrible place
that judges more than someone's race.
They sit in big groups by tables,
whispering of gossip fables
and of blackmail going so well.
The air is thick with smoky lies,
which is the only thing that ties
their true nature with their kind guise.
No one gives me a kind-filled glance,
but they seemed to look for a chance
to cut me down with Rumor's lance.
I guess that's to be expected
since I'm one they once rejected
when they thought I was infected.
Sick with a disease with the name
"protection from unwanted shame".
It's something that could kill their fame.
I leave that p
I walk around at my own pace,
regardless of who I might face.
It could be a friend, or might be
Death in the way, staring at me.
While others are gossiping there,
I take shelter where life is fair.
I don't care who broke up today,
thanks, I'll kindly walk my own way.
Why worry over what others think?
Why stress if you slip on life's rink?
Just get back up, and then ignore
the latest clothes bought in that store.
It doesn't matter in the end
who is who and what has been said.
Unlike them, I did not waste life
gossiping to create more strife.
They said, "We are all the same."
This proves that it's just a shame
that you forgot nature's name:
empathy, tolerance, truth.
You kill those who did no wrong,
all while singing a sweet song:
"We shall have these for so long:
empathy, tolerance, truth!"
You kill those who never fought,
but they have what you once sought.
They have something you forgot:
empathy, tolerance, truth.
All your moronic labels
mean nothing on truth's tables.
If you win, they'll be fables:
empathy, tolerance, truth.
Does anyone remember empathy? by Ranul, literature
Literature
Does anyone remember empathy?
I think it's kinda sad we have to be afraid of who it is that's online, the person you might run into who's outside of your small group. Stepping out into a new place isn't easy, especially if none of your friends are there. It's even worse when some of the first things you see in your new area are flames, comments that leave you wondering why the hell you signed up in the first place.
I signed up for RuneScape awhile back. Got sick of everyone calling me a n00b and overall being asses. I even had someone offer to help level me up (lower a monster down to 1 HP, then let me go in for the kill). It seemed like a good idea, so I followed him to
Classic parent paranoia - it's what gets many kids booted off of online communities or the internet altogether. Parents are worried that we're giving out information on the internet - which many of us are. They don't realize that, even after a year of knowing someone online (which as we know is a long time in internet-world), many people still haven't given out their first name, much less their cell phone number, last name, or address. Still, many of us don't relent to give out full names or country at all.
Apart from the fear of their kids being stalked, why else do parents force kids to quit online activities that they so adore? Content.
Current Residence: In front of the lappy. Favourite genre of music: Not picky, but I like symphonic/progressive metal. Favourite photographer: ME. (Yeah, right...) Favourite style of art: Traditional pencil and some digital. Operating System: Windows 8. MP3 player of choice: iPod, woot. Shell of choice: I like them ones where you can hear the ocean o: Wallpaper of choice: Cute rats. Many of them. Skin of choice: OMG RACIST Favourite cartoon character: Them funny ones. Personal Quote: Have fun. :D
Favourite Visual Artist
Uhm.
Favourite Movies
Across the Universe.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I have too many to list :D
Favourite Writers
Caroline (Ranul).
Favourite Games
Life's a big ol' game, isn't it? :D
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nintendo DS
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, paper, and talent. I'm running low on talent...
I sort of can't believe that I'm already half way done with college.
And yes, I haven't been on here for a long time. About 2 1/2 years.
Now that it's summer and I have nothing to do, I'm slithering back on here. I still don't understand some updates on here, but ohwell. I'm just stashing my art (What is this Sta.sh anyways?).
I don't have much else to say. I'm just pushing away some of my not-as-fabulous moments on my last journal. I might start fresh. I need some time to think about it, though.
I'm sorry for the wait. As if anyone was waiting for me~
...
Now I don't feel like writing. So much has happened that I feel so overwhelmed v.v
I'll tell you this. My meds have switched and I've been acting like a delusional idiot lately. So don't mind me...I don't want to be fixed. Just one episode takes most of my energy; and I'm sure that's the only way I /can/ be "cured" :| Just inducing episodes and challenging the thoughts. No. I won't have that.
In other news, finals are over for first semester. Only one semester left to go before I graduate. I'm going to start missing my fav teachers ;;
School started for me last Wednesday.
Not that it was horrible; I was getting bored of summer vacation and it was nice to see my friends again(as superficial as they are). But. It's just. School.
My perfectionism really starts to kick in.
At first, before school, I was on top of the world. There were no friends to distract me from my work. I /happily/ wanted no friends in the way; to talk to me or anything. And I did well.
Now I realized how lonely I am, and it depresses me. My borderline personality took over, now. I just miss being close to someone.
Iunno, I'm not making much sense. I guess I'm still pissed that I heard voices today. O
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Salutations I sense a kindred hatred towards caylin. Allow me to share a few things about this worthless person.First off I know from experence that she is a mistake 2 she has no use as a human being anyway you look at she is a mistake and deserves what ever horrible fate she has coming in the end.