story to be told to the stranger part deux

sometimes it’s feasible
to be catapulted
into a pureness
as white as snow
but often it’s the
rain that comes
streaming
from my green eyes..
i’ve been left from
myself and others as
true as him.
often i wonder
if the blue that i see
is deceiving as can be
my words only say
he’s a petal away
from an ‘i love you’
to an ‘i love you not’.
how did you stumble into
this field of thorns and weeds..

perhaps, to see how far
you reach for the sun.

timshel

January 20, 2008

xo;

It’s a pity you suffer from the one thing that keeps lovely poetry from being meaningful poetry. One word: Cryptic. Much too cryptic. Perhaps I’ll check back some day when you really reach into the truth and set it free. ’till then: <3

one word

January 20, 2008

how much truth is there in words?

i’m going to do what i can to save this world, but i probably won’t be successful.

i don’t want controversy really, i want peace. and i’m afraid for everyone. the only thing i hate or cosider evil is unnecessary killing

saved from what? i don’t understand these imagined fears. if all you had to do was survive you wouldn’t care about your soul just life, as beautiful as it is. i feel saved when i’m out of the hell we’ve created or are in the process of creating.

yeah, it was kinda a stupid thing to say. i’d just like to contribute something positive to the world

why don’t we talk anymore? still go on aim? my sn’s roulette crazies