"Don't run with scissors." "You have to walk before you can run." So many things to teach us. So little time. I'm not a parent. But if there's one thing I would say, It's that "it's OK to fall." Because, if nothing else, Life is repetitive. First, you learn to crawl. Then, you stand. Then, you fall. You stand again. Then you walk, and finally, you run. And just when you think all is going well, Life knocks you down And you find yourself back at square one. Falling will always be painful. But if you can remind yourself "It's OK if I fall," it'll be that much easier To get back up and over the next wall.
well yeah man, it's like- you take a drag, inhale. your eyes sink and i watch your lips part slightly and let out a trail of smoke but your words get lost in my mouth because i sit up and kiss you it's sort of slow and feverish and i climb in your lap and chase it automatically like a moth to a flame twisting i almost smile, i lick your teeth -like this ? i not quite growl you forgot everything but this moment but you nod anyway and i see some indescribable want or need some days i can't tell the difference i guess i like you like me i watch you sit and smoke every breath you seem a little farther when you're done you grab me pull me away into your room i lie on the bed and taste incense you look back as music plays then join me silently and pull me on top i rest over you like a misshapen blanket and you get too hot you look so far gone deep out in space floating somewhere under me your eyes glazed and our thighs it must feel so great to be treated like this someone to keep you safe and do anything you say and selfishly i tried making you mine but your and my bruises healed sometimes i wish they had stayed
My mind was bleeding, I was in an ordeal The snow, my drained soul, it would conceal Stranded in that hollow lifeless space Lost I was in his embrace I saw it somewhere, that light One that, through the hard times, held me uptight A beauty and strength of some sort blossomed And that horrid pain yielded and succumbed Then came in the punch of reality, so full of heat And in the ocean I sank forlorn with defeat Lost in the waves without his protection It ached me to see my choices’s reflection I saw it all those 3 years and then I fell but here I am, I rose again.
There is in sadness a sense of Fall, of spacious leprosy where crippled thought like the outmoded nymph dies behind each tree, and childlike peeks out to let at least childhood disbelieve in its unhappy end. There is in sadness, a branch that holds the once-upons, the happily-evers, and the destined-to-bes, a sweet find for all in grief. Each stem lends momentum to their pluckings. There is in sadness, a young man who cherishes dead leaves. He lately held waxen happiness and knew this as his permanence.
The Earth trembled As the rabbits marched down With strange twisted muskets and fangs in their Cowles. You can hear the cry’s of crows lost crowds who have obviously sent them around to hop one by one to lead you into the cold lonely ground Where you can only watch As the works of man Are razed to the ground