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Loading ...I feel my life is a bunch of arrows leading to many places…some are interesting, and some are boring…some I wish to keep, and some I wish to forget. Many paths that lead to nowhere, few that lead to somewhere.
Though Life’s a journey and one must try every path to find the right one. Don’t enjoy the ride…Create an enjoyable ride!
Listening to: Casper’s Lullaby
Mood: Thinking…
–Always Smile–
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...It is time to tell yet another story.
A story that took place centuries ago within a
forest under a particular tree; The Tree of Tranquility.
It all started when a boy ran away from
home and found shelter under this short
wide tree.
Six weeks and three days he spent sleeping
at that place. Though when he woke up, he
wanted to return to his dream.
A quiet and peaceful space within his head
surrounded by nothing but light. He simply
sat and stared, though he was not bored.
The feeling he felt was what kept him happy and
did not want to lose it.
Though the time was up and slowly
returned back home to make peace with
everyone, and remove anger from within his
soul to keep the feeling of the dream within him.
As he changed, everyone around him started to change,
becoming like him and feeling the same feeling.
From that day on he kept returning to that tree
with others by his side, and they all saw and felt the same.
Everyone who went there took someone
else to experience the dream.
Though a time came when the tree was forgotten,
yet the story lives on.
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Too Attached?
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Sailing away from shore Tom waved to his family on land, which soon became a dot in the distance. Hours, days, and weeks passed by, Tom was completely relaxed and the fresh air was incredible. This is what he had planned for the journey at sea; to get as far from Life as possible and to realize his dream.
Yet one day this peace was interrupted by fear. He had read many books about sailing for days and one common phrase was an ancient superstition,
“If a floating bottle is seen, expect the worst if not death”
As he was thoughtfully staring at the horizon he saw, from the edge of his eye, something in the sea which was not there before. He looked at it and realized it was a wine bottle; fear filled him even though he was not superstitious. Scared as he was, he picked up the bottle and realized that something was trapped inside.
Now curiosity replaced the fear. He could not remove the cork so he broke the bottle on the outside of the boat so as the glass would fall back into the sea. He grabbed the paper before it touched the water and, as he sat down comfortably, he started reading the note.
Dear anyone,
This is an important note that will hopefully bring peace to my family, if I die at sea.
Please go to the address below and tell my family that in my favourite room, inside one of the legs of my favourite chair my Will can be found.
Hopefully everything will be peaceful again, for I have decided to divide my valuables with my family.
Please who ever You are, if You are reading this then my family is not at peace until my Will is found.
Thanks,
George Holton
The name was followed by the address of his family. Tom’s thoughts kept rolling, scrambling and thinking about this letter, did it bring a curse with it or was this simply the reason why he had to be at that place at that time?
Tom got out his map and compass and started the engine once again after weeks, and decided to head back home, to fulfill another man’s dream since he did not have one of his own, he thought.
*Written on 22.04.09
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...There lived an old man who had nothing in his life apart from his little blanket, the clothes he wore, and a flask of water. One day he found a little pile of wood and a penknife on top. He decided to spend the rest of that day creating something. Late at night he looked at his creation; a bald, naked puppet girl. He went to sleep and did not wake up the next morning.
The puppet was kicked around by passing people who were too busy to care. She soon ended up in the trash can. Suddenly she sprang to life. As she got out of the trash, strings started to attach to her arms, legs, and head from above. They guided her through her journey. She wanted to be like her creator; to give birth to something after she dies. She soon found a seed and preserved it throughout her life.
Years passed and the strings started to fade as she became more and more independent. One morning she went to the fields like usual and buried her seed. After she did so she fell to the ground into a pile of wood once again.
She saw her creator walking towards her, and together they stepped into the Light. She had no fear, the only thing that crossed her mind was that Everything Happens For A Reason.
I wrote this when I was much younger. I modified it a little, as it was too plain. (I just love to read things I have forgotten about) XD
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...When I was Younger (maybe about 11 y.o.) I had written my first Poem. It was (still is) my favourite. Lately I have read it again and wanted to share it.
In the dark misty cold night
A girl crept towards her house
With difficulty on her way.
She had plenty of knowledge
In her hands, she tried to
Use it, but never managed.
Some years after these
Painful but worriless moments,
She was in a beautiful
Painless, sunny, bright
Road with so much
Knowledge in her head,
But it was only her dream,
Her goal,
She was once again
In the dark misty cold night.
I wrote another one today about the girl. She’s still in my head, She’s always in my head; her long black hair, and her white face. She never gives up and keeps trying to go to her house.
In the Dark Misty Cold Night
The girl crept towards her house once again
In the middle of the road,
As She noticed someone watching Her in the shadows to her sides.
Her dream was still unknown in the mind of known,
Confused all about yet didn’t have a doubt.
She kept on crawling towards her House,
In the Dark Misty Cold Night.
(2 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Walking across the soil was a little Red Palm Weavel. It longed to find its place in a world full of space. Its journey was long and its Hope was strong. In a distance the beetle saw its dream but at the other end there was its mate. Confused and indecisive the beetle did not know whether to choose the tree or the fellow beetle.
It turned and crawled towards its mate. Happiness was found, and did not regret her decision. They both spent their time together and shared all they had; their secrets, their bodies. They crawled together and traveled to many trees. This was more than the beetle could ever want. They had there young.
Out of nowhere came their destruction. The other beetle ran away and left her alone. Man moved in the beetles private home dragging her away to never see her young again. It was then that she understood, it is not what you achieve and gain but simply your experiences and memories that count, and the way they change you.
The little Red Palm Weavel escaped from the clutches of their hands and flew off to a far away land. The memories hurt, but it was simply to make her who she was.
-Just a little writing-
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Today I decided to create some stuff out of boredom…
I still have much more Planned! xD
Do You Help?
Beauty is in All!
Cat Walk XD
Mood: Creating..
Listening to: 5ivesta Family Зачем (Zachem)
–Always Smile–
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...There are so many signs in my Life, and I’m sure there are plenty in Yours.
Search and Search
You will find
Search and Search
You do Bind
Your soul and Your goal,
Now finally together
Like the wish that turned into a miracle.
Set it free
Let me Be
Change my ways
Undo the days
So I might see
What You shall be.
I Love You
Trust and You’ll Find
(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...I hear the call
Inside every wall,
The sound that echoes through Time.
Days ago I got the message,
Though Now I do understand.
You follow Your Instinct, but confuse it with Your thoughts.
Like the river You Flow and I do follow, like the birds in the sky,
ohhh how I wish I could fly.
You lift me High
I lift You Low
Just want You to say Hello.
Don’t You bother talking to me on Cyber space,
I simply want to talk to Your face.
Don’t worry I need none of Yours, even though I seem lost.
Face to Face not Cyber, Face to Face Not a Viper.
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