Endurance over mental obstacles

To endure great hardships brings experience.
To triumph over obstacles brings wisdom.
Neither obstacle nor hardship need be physical in nature.

Passion in brief

Perhaps we are passionate about the same things.
Perhaps not.
What matters most is the presence of the passion itself.

Repression of expression

To repress an expression of desire brings pain, yet it is nothing compared to the potential crushed soul of the other party.

Memories of lost love

To endure the memory of lost love in solitude is worse than the absence thereof.
Ignorance is bliss.

Beauty

It matters not the subtle poetry of life;
the chaotic meter and rhyme lends itself to no prediction,
Promising only that in the end it is beautiful.

A Conclusion

This is not a conclusion insofar as a decision, but a conclusion of a day.

We live many many days. We live each one as we see fit, whether it is good for us or not, we live.

And every day, we conclude our day in anticipation of another beginning.

And so it is, as I conclude this Monday, Another day will soon begin, fresh with new challenges and experiences not yet anticipated.

All I will do is brace myself and face the new day with determination and hope, for who knows what lies in store?

Carpe Diem, Seize the day.

I intend to.

Uncertainty

I feel.... I"m not sure what i feel.

Anxiety?

No, not it.

Frustration?

In a sense, but no not quite.

Apprehension?

I don't know what about.

Fear?

Yes, but from something i can't grasp.

Impatience?

There is no explanation.

Jealousy?

Once again, unfounded.

Joy?

In a bittersweet sense.

Happiness?

Yes, but something else.

Love?

Eternally, but something else invades me.

Confusion?

Yes, because this intangible feeling evades me

What is this tightening inside my chest that drives me?

Sleeping Beauty

perhaps the time that a woman is most beautiful, when not smiling, is when they dream.
the calm and essence of peace exhudes like a warm light, casting contentment.
it is almost as if no matter what is going on,
no matter the hardships faced today,
the form of a loved one sleeping sound makes everything alright

A broken heart has physical pain

A broken heart has physical pain

It begins not at the heart per se, but right at the bottom of the sternum.

It radiates outward, and sinks into all of the muscles.

It hinders the lungs. It blinds the mind.

It feels quite literally as if a knife enters the chest and lets loose a flood of ants seething and crawling in your blood.

The worst wound is not a mortal one.

It is one that lets you live while watching everything you love and hold dear stay out of reach.

It allows the only barrier to be the one in your mind, and yet it holds you back.

A broken heart is indeed the worst punishment exacted.

Fire

Fire, the one thing that makes me feel content and complete. The equalizer, the tranquilizer.
Fire is part of my life. It is my girlfriend.
Fire is theonly thing that truly understands me and that i truly understand.

Friday the 13

This is a special time for me.

A day when i can let the chaotic energies flow through me and revel in their emotional rapturous glory.

A time where it matters not what is fact, fiction, truth or lies.

All that matters is instinct and emotion.

No politics today.

This is my time to be powerful.

My time to bask in the glow of others misfortune as karma balances out within me.

A time to spread my tear stained wings and tower over the pathetic excuses of humanity we have today.

A world where people live in denail fear and fakery is mine to destroy and to leave in its wake a place where mankind is not afraid to be honest, to show their feelings.

Not afraid to become angry at someone or to love someone unconditionally.

Not afraid for change.

A world of adaptability.

So let the chaotic powers reside witghin their rightful master, and allow the powerup from ordinary to extraordinary as i prove once again that nothing can stop me and nothing can overpower the sanctity of emotional instinct.

Manta, come to me and let us combine to create the embodiment of darkshock; a mirror into the true colors of this world. A shadow to allow true light to shine forth. A world where I am Alwaysthebigbrother no more.

People view jealousy as a bad thing. I know because I was one of them.

Then I began to think.

Jealousy isn't a crime. It's a tool.

Jealousy fuels rage, which in situations that impact my life, can be a benefit.

As I type, I let the darnkess in my soul well up, compounding upon my rage, building it. My jelaousy swirls like a tempest.

The wings of truth and justice that lie upon my back warp and twist into demon's wings, filled with fire and hate.

Hate for those who hurt me.

Hate for those who spurn me.

Hate to those who don't know.

Hate to myself for not letting go.

The beast is unleashed, but under the guise of a friend.

Now to manipulate to my own selfish end.

Why do I get Jealous.

I hate what jealous people do, I hate what jealous people act like.

Jealousy in and of itself is caused by what seems to me to be petty reasons.

So the question I ask is why?

Why do I get Jealous?

Why does the power embrace me?

Why is it that as it is bubbling up inside of me I don't fear and destroy, I accept and inspire?

Why am I addicted to its power?

What causes me to feel this way?

What causes me to do Dark desires, yet hate them in the end?

Why do I hurt?

Why...?

Thats it. I've hurt the one I care deeply for. I can't do this.

I can't.

I'm pierced, and cannot move the shaft.

I can't.

I wish i could say good bye.

I can't.

I want to give up.

I won't.

I will not hurt whom I love anymore.

Never more.

I feel old.

Drained.

I regret what I do, but not how I do it.

Im sorry.

I am.

I.

Love.

Anger is a tool

People view anger as a bad thing.
I know because I was one of them.
Then I began to think. Anger isn't a crime. It's a tool.
Anger fuels rage, which in situations that impact my life, can be a benefit.
As I type, I let the darkness in my soul well up, compounding upon my rage, building it.
My anger swirls like a tempest.
The wings of truth and justice that lie upon my back warp and twist into demon's wings, filled with fire and hate.
Hate for those who hurt me.
Hate for those who spurn me.
Hate to those who don't know.
Hate to myself for not letting go.
The beast is unleashed, but under the guise of a friend.
Now to manipulate to my own selfish end.

I can't

Thats it. I've hurt the one I care deeply for. I can't do this.

I can't.

I'm pierced, and cannot move the shaft.

I can't.

I wish i could say good bye.

I can't.

I want to give up.

I won't.

I will not hurt whom I love anymore.

Never more.