I don’t want to live my life the way I’m living it. I don’t just want to go through the motions and then die. I want to start working on my dreams. I’m sick of my life the way it is. I want to make something more of myself. What’s so bad with dreaming? I’m a dreamer, I love to dream. But I don’t want to see them go by me. I don’t want to live life on the sidelines. From now on, I’m going to try to change.
#hope #dreams #live #breathe
GUYSGUYSGUYSTHIS IS HUGE FOR ME PLEASE
I wish I could go to the doctor and figure out that I have 5 stage of some kind of incurable cancer and I only had a month to live.
#sorry if this offends anyone #stressed
You Are More
You are so much more than the words I’ve been searching for in the dark nights I spend alone in bed,
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And Oh, I Meant To.
You really have no idea how much you mean to me-
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I am the sky now; I am the wind playing through your heart strings. I know you’ll hear me in the ocean cry, and feel my kiss in the sun beams. I am truly invincible now. Do not cry, I will only wash it away with rain. I am free and so are you.
#prose #spilled ink #rejectscorner #burningmuse #poetry
Sometimes, I’m so in love I can’t breathe. Everything I look at, hear, smell, feel… Breathing isn’t important at those times. It’s loving everything just the way it is.
It always moves on though.
I remember I asking in a dream, just a little while ago, if we go back to the past when we die. Can we live in those days again. I want to go back to those moments and pause in them. Why do things end? So others can begin.
#thoughts #late night #drugs #alone
I do not want the ticking of the clock to tell me how the ticking of my feet should go.
I want the ticking of my heart to lead me away from time.
#quote #prose #poetry #truth #idk what this is #creative writing #rejectscorner #spilled ink
Here’s a reflect, on me. So a self reflect. A reflection of self.
It’s early in the morning and I have not slept. I am everything and I am nothing.
I never want to sleep again. I never want to wake up again.
It’s strange to be human and to feel complicated emotions that choke me, but it’s even stranger to be nothing. I cannot even imagine that. I tried to once. A book once told me that if you lay down and imagine a big eraser taking you, the mistake, out of the mix of things, then you can be nothing for a while.
So I tried. I laid in my bed and imagined one of those big erasers moving over my legs, and I tried to get rid of my legs. It didn’t work. I started to slip into sleep and enter the dream world, where everything exists, and there is no such thing as ‘nothing.’
I recently asked my uncle in a dream if that when I die, will I live in the past again? He said that sometimes that happens to him. He gets on the bus and misses his stop. I didn’t push the issue.
I wonder what we really tell time by, the ticks of the clock or the ticks or our hearts? Maybe we don’t realize the right answer until it’s too late.
I want everything; I want nothing.
Why do I always feel so torn? I’m two extremes, but there’s not middle to connect it. I don’t know how this is possible, but it is.
I want to be water, or perhaps fire.
I want to be both.
#stream of conscious #selfreflection
Hey guys, if you are bored and need writing ideas, I got one for you. Do some kind of examination of someone; it could be yourself, someone you know, someone you don’t know, someone that doesn’t even exist. Put it in a poem, a story, anything you like. Tag it as #selfreflection and I’ll reblog it. Love you lots.
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