Close your eyes and let the pages of your imagination unfurl. And picture an expansive sea of blue.
A soft, deep blue, so delicate, so fragile. A blue that gently brushes your cheek, and offers a fuzzy shade of happiness with small, open hands. It smells of a flowerbed in the summertime when the sun just begins to peer over the horizon, before it casts a blanket of light over the world. It smells like beauty. Soak it all in, and breathe out with a quiet, wistful sigh. My blue is a blue that suspends all time, and holds back all despair and grief. A blue that captures your heart and seizes it there. A blue whose dreamy eyes k
Watching you leave is like watching driftwood approach the horizon of an ocean burning with the melancholic orange of a weeping sunset sky. It's like grasping the folds of a vast, luscious meadow to marvel at rolling hills ahead with a stunning sense of awe. It's like standing in a still forest watching the sun struggle to break free of vines and branches, or like hearing the sound of a rainbow pierce through clouds and strike at the heart of a mountaintop. Watching you leave is like feeling a beach glow with all the tastes of indigo and violet, or listening to stars whisper ever so quietly from the depths of
Sometimes...
Hmm.
Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad.
Sometimes I'm silly, sometimes I'm pensive.
Sometimes I'm fun-loving, sometimes I'm just plain loving.
Sometimes I'm a man, sometimes I'm just a boy who can shave.
And sometimes I don't even have hair to shave.
Sometimes a man needs a confidant, to share the thoughts and emotions he keeps pent up inside.
Sometimes society needs to be willing to let gender roles bend and slide.
Sometimes love and pain and warmth and grief and loneliness and hope need to be expressed.
Sometimes a friend needs to step up and be there.
Sometimes a man wishes there were a woman by his side, a roc
I'm tired of fighting
This war of words, this battle of beliefs.
Seven years.
The same words repeated over and over,
Always fighting,
Always losing.
They are invincible enemies,
Unconquerable foes.
Never wrong, never weak.
I always fall.
I'm tired of this world so lacking in warmth and love,
This world so devoid of friends and allies.
I am so alone.
But a real man accepts his fate and understands the truth of solitude.
A real man never stops fighting even when there is no hope of victory.
A real man can be beset on all sides by enemies and still shout a cry of strength, can find strength within.
A real man needs no friends, be
How's the weather?
It is so cold in here.
Hardly any wind to weather,
And just silence to hear.
The quiet is lonely and intimate,
And how I do long
For one to whom to intimate
How these nights grow so long.
Friends are like a trust,
You invest and wait a little longer.
Alas, no one left to trust
No one, no longer.
In the corner sits the teddy bear
A melancholy smile so alone.
The stillness too much to bear,
He is all that is left, he alone.
Sometimes I can't avoid the past,
Time comes back to taunt me.
Memories gone by, long passed
Like a shadow that haunts me.
I have no way to cover
Or describe what is in my mind.
With
It all hits me if I stop and think about this moment.
In this moment, my fingers are moving,
My head is spinning.
My heart is beating.
In this moment, someone is running,
Someone is laughing,
Someone is dying.
Right now, there's a boy wasting away from hunger in an impoverished village in the middle of nowhere.
Right now, a grandmother is about to blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
Right now, a baby is being born.
In three seconds, he will bend on one knee and ask the question;
In three seconds, a woman will file for a divorce.
In three seconds, a man will finally find Jesus.
Yesterday, another soldier was lost to war.
T
We fell in love with the magic and mystery of existence,
with time, present and past, with thought and wonder, belief and doubt, emotion and stoicism.
We fell in love with long nights well spent cooking porridge, as it is said in far off places, with soft, dark hair and deep, brown eyes just subtly hiding a radiating smile.
The best days passed not in summer, but in its fading to fall, fall's entry to winter, winter's yielding to spring, and spring's regeneration to summer again. We watched as thin, fragile souls fell softly to the ground and lit our delicate world with laughter, then slowly climbed the branches of hope again and seated t
I swore I'd never do this again.
I bound myself to an oath of silence.
No more writing.
No more words.
Speak no evil.
Hear no evil.
But the subtle things keep pulling me back again,
And I'm drawn back into the art.
The art of expression,
Expression of pain, of recovery, and of vows never to return.
Never again.
Was it so long ago?
Just two years.
The memories still taste bitter in my mouth as I spit the seeds of naivety and unchecked emotion out of my cavernous pit.
I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
I made a vow to keep my cool.
I can never go back home again.
Acadia is gone.
I know you'd be disappointed if
She is running a marathon of lifelong proportions
Left home as soon as she could.
When the gun went off, she took off running,
Looked back and said, "So long, suckers."
I met her in the tenth mile, together jogging
Along the river, the flowers grow
Something is right, something is wrong
Something gives way
The sun sets, saying, "So long, suckers."
The next day, our steps fall out of synch
She's running faster; I want to smell the roses
Can't catch up, always calling out from a distance
While she fades away, saying,
So long sucker,
It's been nice, but now it's time for me to go
And find my own less travelled road.
My vision gon
Close your eyes and let the pages of your imagination unfurl. And picture an expansive sea of blue.
A soft, deep blue, so delicate, so fragile. A blue that gently brushes your cheek, and offers a fuzzy shade of happiness with small, open hands. It smells of a flowerbed in the summertime when the sun just begins to peer over the horizon, before it casts a blanket of light over the world. It smells like beauty. Soak it all in, and breathe out with a quiet, wistful sigh. My blue is a blue that suspends all time, and holds back all despair and grief. A blue that captures your heart and seizes it there. A blue whose dreamy eyes k
Watching you leave is like watching driftwood approach the horizon of an ocean burning with the melancholic orange of a weeping sunset sky. It's like grasping the folds of a vast, luscious meadow to marvel at rolling hills ahead with a stunning sense of awe. It's like standing in a still forest watching the sun struggle to break free of vines and branches, or like hearing the sound of a rainbow pierce through clouds and strike at the heart of a mountaintop. Watching you leave is like feeling a beach glow with all the tastes of indigo and violet, or listening to stars whisper ever so quietly from the depths of
Sometimes...
Hmm.
Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm sad.
Sometimes I'm silly, sometimes I'm pensive.
Sometimes I'm fun-loving, sometimes I'm just plain loving.
Sometimes I'm a man, sometimes I'm just a boy who can shave.
And sometimes I don't even have hair to shave.
Sometimes a man needs a confidant, to share the thoughts and emotions he keeps pent up inside.
Sometimes society needs to be willing to let gender roles bend and slide.
Sometimes love and pain and warmth and grief and loneliness and hope need to be expressed.
Sometimes a friend needs to step up and be there.
Sometimes a man wishes there were a woman by his side, a roc
I'm tired of fighting
This war of words, this battle of beliefs.
Seven years.
The same words repeated over and over,
Always fighting,
Always losing.
They are invincible enemies,
Unconquerable foes.
Never wrong, never weak.
I always fall.
I'm tired of this world so lacking in warmth and love,
This world so devoid of friends and allies.
I am so alone.
But a real man accepts his fate and understands the truth of solitude.
A real man never stops fighting even when there is no hope of victory.
A real man can be beset on all sides by enemies and still shout a cry of strength, can find strength within.
A real man needs no friends, be
How's the weather?
It is so cold in here.
Hardly any wind to weather,
And just silence to hear.
The quiet is lonely and intimate,
And how I do long
For one to whom to intimate
How these nights grow so long.
Friends are like a trust,
You invest and wait a little longer.
Alas, no one left to trust
No one, no longer.
In the corner sits the teddy bear
A melancholy smile so alone.
The stillness too much to bear,
He is all that is left, he alone.
Sometimes I can't avoid the past,
Time comes back to taunt me.
Memories gone by, long passed
Like a shadow that haunts me.
I have no way to cover
Or describe what is in my mind.
With
It all hits me if I stop and think about this moment.
In this moment, my fingers are moving,
My head is spinning.
My heart is beating.
In this moment, someone is running,
Someone is laughing,
Someone is dying.
Right now, there's a boy wasting away from hunger in an impoverished village in the middle of nowhere.
Right now, a grandmother is about to blow out the candles on her birthday cake.
Right now, a baby is being born.
In three seconds, he will bend on one knee and ask the question;
In three seconds, a woman will file for a divorce.
In three seconds, a man will finally find Jesus.
Yesterday, another soldier was lost to war.
T
I swore I'd never do this again.
I bound myself to an oath of silence.
No more writing.
No more words.
Speak no evil.
Hear no evil.
But the subtle things keep pulling me back again,
And I'm drawn back into the art.
The art of expression,
Expression of pain, of recovery, and of vows never to return.
Never again.
Was it so long ago?
Just two years.
The memories still taste bitter in my mouth as I spit the seeds of naivety and unchecked emotion out of my cavernous pit.
I made a vow never to make the same mistake again.
I made a vow to keep my cool.
I can never go back home again.
Acadia is gone.
I know you'd be disappointed if
She is running a marathon of lifelong proportions
Left home as soon as she could.
When the gun went off, she took off running,
Looked back and said, "So long, suckers."
I met her in the tenth mile, together jogging
Along the river, the flowers grow
Something is right, something is wrong
Something gives way
The sun sets, saying, "So long, suckers."
The next day, our steps fall out of synch
She's running faster; I want to smell the roses
Can't catch up, always calling out from a distance
While she fades away, saying,
So long sucker,
It's been nice, but now it's time for me to go
And find my own less travelled road.
My vision gon
I really need to talk,
But the words arent there.
Just like youre not there.
What will it take for you to notice
That I might just be worth some of your time?
What will it take for you to ask me
Whats really on my mind?
When will I find what Ive been looking for?
The place that Ive been yearning for,
The touch that Ive been waiting for?
Why do we run in spirals?
Some things just cant be said
Some holes just cant be filled
Leaving hopes unfulfilled.
Music is all that remains;
Songs are all that I can give;
But we could all be so much more
If only we saw, thought, and did.
Wait I
i've entered a new period of life, and while i still love to write and will probably continue writing random submissions to DA, i will no longer be using this name. this account is an interesting snapshot of my weird life as i once knew it, but it's no longer who i am or who i identify with as a person. the old firefoxsystems is gone; someone new has taken his place! and this is something i celebrate.
not sure what my new account name will be...but i have some ideas ^^
maybe one day i'll return to post that new account for anyone interested in checking it out :P
until then, goodbye folks!
keep posting,
firefoxsystems~
ps. i wonder wh