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An Unfulfilled Desire…

alphawings — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 16:17:25 +0000

Time passed him by before he could stop and think. He had a life, he was living, though the reason was unknown to him. He gradually grew with the rest of his friends, yet, unlike them, he lacked that one true desire of what he wanted his life to be.

His winters were cold and busy with work from school. This was the period when many ideas unraveled in his mind, but as yet none could be achieved with all the work he had. His summers were boring as he had never had a job. The ideas and desires he had in winter were all gone and forgotten. Anger made his blood rush to his face, and hated the decisions he ever made. He thought his life was terrible.

He was a creative person but did not know it. The way education taught him suppressed his talent, as he was taught of doing things the way everyone does. He was different and his way of doing things took much longer, but it satisfied him.

No longer was his talent suppressed, but it shined out of him instead. He always had the wish of publishing his own novel, though as this desire was unfulfilled, he published his own writings on his very own blog.

Even though the blog was not popular or any good, he felt that it was a good start to fulfilling his unfulfilled desire. This was his best way of teaching himself, rather than the stereotypical education; or so he thought.

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Floating along…

alphawings — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 21:35:07 +0000

These memories float across my head

I lay them all on my bed,

I wait for something old

I get something new,

I enjoy it all

And say it’ll never fall.

My future I don’t know

But I will still grow,

No matter what they say

I will always lay,

In this time

To continue my little rhyme.

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Keep Breathing…

alphawings — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 21:30:26 +0000

Laying alone on the wet grass smelling the fresh air before sunrise. My hands open face up beside me, empty. Tiny lights in the sky glitter as memories fly through my head; childhood memories. I close my eyes as I start to give up. Thoughts that belong to a pessimistic person run through my head.

Until someone came to lay beside me, holding my hand and staring at the starry sky. I open my eyes, look into the eyes on my right and back at the sky. The thoughts I had are now gone and I simply Smile. I realize now that I always knew who I was, I simply did not notice it. I feel Alive.

Alive, but don’t know what to do. I look beyond the stars and think, “All I Can Do Is Keep Breathing”.

Mood: Peaceful :]

Listening to: Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson

–Always Smile–

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Everything Happens For A Reason…

alphawings — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 18:28:48 +0000

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

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In the dark misty cold night…

alphawings — Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:18:01 +0000

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.

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The Little Beetle…

alphawings — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 16:02:44 +0000

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-

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Signs…

alphawings — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 23:26:58 +0000

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

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Can You See This One?

alphawings — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:43:55 +0000

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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Drawing With Words…Literally

alphawings — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 20:10:58 +0000

We search and search until we find…We Enjoy…and We let go.

A Few times, A Few weeks, A Few months…and It’s Over.

Is this why we Search, so that we let go soon after?…Think

The Mysteries are invisible…Asking all around, Wondering about.

The Time has come…it is soon here…You will see & You’ll feel.

Don’t Worry, Don’t Panic, Don’t Hesitate…You’ll understand.

Waiting…Contemplating…Observing…Changing…Meeting

The hints to Your success await…Trained without thought.

Ones You saw…Ones You’ll see…They all Let You Be.

I let Go, I keep the Flow…Wait for me.

STOP! You don’t understand…

The One who searches for the Truth doesn’t want Your Fruit…Reveal.

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Away..

alphawings — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 21:23:20 +0000

It started like a Rhyme

In search of some Time,

I looked forward,

You did too.

We had our Place,

Ohhh and the Beautiful Space.

Yet something kept You Away,

I don’t know about the Day.

I wonder and Wonder

You leave me to Ponder.

The Secret I don’t know

But the Clues I do own.

You walk away

And I continue to wonder.

What’s the secret of them All?

Tell me and I won’t Fall.

Hiding Away

Keeps me at Bay,

Am still waiting for that Day.

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