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go lightly

friendly spiders crawling along the creases of time, creating a ripple effect. don't be alarmed if it taste like butterscotch or feels like whipping cream against your skin. a collaborative approach towards what your ignoring, open wide sunshine and taste the realism in what your feeling. chains are breaking, as if they are made of glass. impeccable timing and slivers of light. heart beats forcing fingertips to etch out your rights. a lavish sort of bubble waiting to burst, filled with incredible moments you'll soon get to embrace. dancing music begins to play from the speakers within your membrane and yes, your boarder line insane, but it makes your eyes shake and your ready for action no matter what it takes. your striving for beauty without looking around you, gushing over obstacles which only wish to praise you, elevate you. a cheering crowd which wishes to envelope you in admiration, carry on strong. carry on strong.

s m ; ) e

a bone rattling idea, crushing your from the inside out. your lungs become heavy and your heart is beating at a pace you unsure is healthy. fire has boiled up from the pit of your stomach burning butterflies and fueling your desire, your contemplating the most beautiful things and you've never felt so alive. you smile to yourself at such ideas and you can't help but miss, miss them so. you miss the way their words would sit on the edge of your mind once they fell over their lips and trickled into the soft spot between your ears. you miss the way their eyes would graze your entire body in one swift motion but it made you feel amazing. you miss their company and their silence. you miss their commotion and their smiles. your entirely consumed by a feeling of want. you want more and more of them and your willing to give everything, all of you. you feel inspired by the idea that there is only up from here and you encourage them to tell you their fears because it wouldn't matter as long as you knew, and you could be there and comfort them and kiss them better. it wouldn't be so bad. if you could just spill your entire heart into a letter and send it via courier pigeon you would be able to realize the full force of my hearts desire, and it would maybe even rattle your bones but i do not ask such things of you. allow your eyes to see me for me, and allow your being to just be, in it's company. and i'll be sure to make you smile, i'll make every bone in you smile. and you'll feel easy and assured that everything you believe in will be fine because i believe in you and it's not a question of time, set yourself free because you've got nothing to fear. slow steps. increasing paces. rapid hearts, a haze of kisses that will blow your mind and you'll smile, every bone in your body will smile.

understandable

freeze

a colouring of cool intensity washes over my skin and i can't help but shiver at it's impact and the way it makes my mouth want more is kinda of like a freezie in the dead of winter. you want it - you got to have it - and you'll do almost anything until you've got it. you definitely won't sleep, you'll still eat because it taste good and starving yourself is overrated. you think and wonder and come up with wonderful "what if" situations. and like a cooling rush of everything, you'll be alright. you satisfied with the idea but unsatisfied with the action your urging for more, a silent scream in your mind is pushing you harder. further. close to the edge and you actually wonder if whatever is down there could be so bad, tempted. willing. you hope you fall in to a freezie effect feeling, with the intensity of all the colours, washing over your senses - instantly.

fitting,

young beauties

little boots. while you grow up you fall down. imaginary everything, your mind is free with no restrictions and it doesn't matter who you tell because it matters to you and that is enough. sibling rivalry is the biggest of your worries, and maybe the next time you'll get mac`n cheese. sand castles, forts, and wonderful little places you've made up and explored. they're new each and every time. beautiful and mysterious. exciting and fun. little boots. umbrellas and rain boots, big enough puddles to swim in - yet well jump and splash anyway. colouring books and boxes of crayons, the wax is neatly wrapped and guides you to wonderful things and explosive pictures of such heightening degree. a wonderful time, we blame growing up for the eraser that has vanished this away from most of us, but don't hesitate to get a box of crayons or a box of cards and weather you draw a wonderful house or create a beautiful card castles, never forget - you are you and you are absolutely beautiful. don't let time and it's imaginary hands restrict you.

shadow people

a beautiful morning, the sun somersaulting across my leather jacket, catches my index finger and gleams on the ring which it houses. the gleam scatters across my sunglasses and the whole beam ignites my skin and i'm warm like coffee with lots of cream. a summer effect has just uplifted my entire being and it feels good to be reminded that i am alive. footstep casting shadows just to the left of me i'm walking among double the scene and nobody seems to notice. the black little shadow people almost look like their smiling as they dance with quick movements and when their partner decides to slow, they agree and strolling lazily behind. funny things, those shadows. always popping up when the day is great but when all is grey they stay tucked beneath your heels. pretty little sunbeams and shadow people, j'adore.

inspirational jacket

inspiration like a beautiful jacket. slip right into it. let it surround you. leave the imprint of perfect shoulders against perfect shoulder pads. inspiration like the zip of a zipper, smoother yet had a classic edge, shiny but has the faint hint of zippering times that have inspired you, opened your mind and allowed things to escape and grace pages, eyes, other's mind. a beautiful time. inspiration like the inside of that jacket's pockets. comforting spots for your hands to sit and fingertips to beat out little thoughts that dance around your mind. a beautiful jacket of inspiration. i've decided to sleep in mine, awake in mine. a lovely little jacket with the perfect shoulders and the pockets that i carry such thoughts in. inspiration, wear it. get inspired.

300th post.

"WE MUST BE SWIFT AS THE COURSING RIVER WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON"

- Mulan

bang bang

shot. like a beautiful girl in the park who got hit in the cross fire of some big throw down. didn't see it coming. too busy looking at the trees, the sky, the way the birds dance across it. didn't see the flash of imaginary bullets capture her skin in the arms of the sun. shot. like a friend, not like a stranger. as if this picture could tell them more than a thousand words about her but would any of them be true? well i suppose that's up for debate. everything in fact is up for debate. shot. like a bird out the sky, a triumph of such over whelming power. shot and it didn't even hurt. a capture of time we can now hold in our hand. a tangible memory. shot and it didn't even hurt. shot no looking back. shot and all you want is it to be done over and over again. your eye to the lens. the aim at my heart - bang ; you got me now.

truth,

lost

places

a place where you can escape. a place that you can see with your eyes. something you can hold in your hand and feel the smoothness against your skin. like flowers in your mouth, it would sound so pretty to talk about. a wonderful little universe for us to run and we'll go there, no looking back and we'll see what else there is to such a place. we peek our eyes into the sky each day and where does that get us. a moon and sun that rise each day and night but nothing concrete that we can speak of for certain, what are we waiting for - we aren't afraid. let's go to far off lands even if its just you and me and our imagination in hand.

challenge

you ponder the times, whats on your mind. your loosing to rhapsody and your searching to find, a piece of reality no hope in gravity you could be treading in this thought when everything happens. smiles begin to grace such faces and your heart is racing at unmeasurable paces. swamped with a desire to run as fast as you can, no looking back - leave no man dead. preaching for peace while your killing with monsterous piecies, a wide eyed doe trapped in the headlights of space a galaxy of prepeutal madness freely reigning over such dirty faces. a dismantled feeling and you can't get out of bed, your tossing and turning trying to probe these questions out of your head. a puzziling feeling that is getting near, you turn the other cheek and hope it wont touch you, but it smacks right into your being and kind of hurts you and when the clock begins to the tick the last beating hour will you rise above and charge the challenge? will you..

filmed,

"Unfortunately, baby, new people are only new for a day. After that, they’re just people. Who’ll excite you, disappoint you, scare you a little bit. And boy do I know how tempting it is to run away when that happens. It’s good for avoiding things. But the problem is that you end up avoiding yourself. Avoiding people you love. You end up avoiding life. So I’ve decided to start setting an example for you. I’m going to try showing you what sticking it out looks like. Really get to know people. And let people get to know us. I don’t promise to be any good at it, but I will try. Because I want you to be better at this than I am. I want you to learn how to let people in."

- - the perfect man (2005)

hostage

don't let your mind sway you. allow new times to cast new experiences within your soul and see the footsteps of the past trail off long behind you and thats not something you need to worry about. reminisce about those days, the memories will always be with you, never will they leave the inside of your soul the corners of your mind or the impression of your heart. move forward into new focus. allow new things to be apart of you, consumed by the past you will never let the future shake your hand and welcome you. you're not such a terrible person just because you've made up your mind.. but don't the past shake you up and laugh at you and make you question the things that are happening now. pushing you into new times. you won't feel brand new so to speak but you will feel freshly awake like a hibernation sort of sleep. take charge, tuck your past into your drawer for we are making memories.

play

step away from the edge, let's not loose our heads. keep the bucket on the ground it wouldn't be right to kick it now. open your eyes and take charge of all you've ever wanted, reasons and excuses are only your personal limitations taking over. stride in the sunlight to the things which you want to elevate. you can do it. why the long face you are much more than that. and you can allow people to tell you different. if your going to live off of what others will speak of you than you are already at a loss because words are words and if they aren't your own why would you go to such lengths to prove them right. cheerup buttercup, the world is your playground - play.

soak

a delicate dance jumping into your soul rocks your mind like a rocking horse. no filter it all comes crashing in and you love the feeling, the citrus burst bubbling along your tongue and you cant help but feel alive. darting eyes among a crowd of strangers you try to reel in just what you want but you notice flickering lights and sounds surround you and you surrender so freely to its pull. a tug of war match. but you must let your heart reign over the notion that you could lose just what is blossoming and do stick out your tongue to feel the spongey type substance absorb into you and soak up any feeing of hesitation. let's pick up speed, the time is ours.

dr. disco

i am no doctor but let me peek inside what troubles you. tell me just how your heart is feeling and ill give you my hand so that you may tap out its little beats and we'll construct a heart wrenching song out of that tune. tell me what keeps you awake starshine, and i'll promise to illuminate your night's sky if it'll help you see better. open your mind so that i can see the wonderful colours that you have possession over. your words are like sweet tarts so tangy and delicious. they leave a wonderful coating on my heart and i can't help but prescribe to you, one million kisses from me to you and a million more that you can keep in your pockets just incase your feeling kissable and in this case, a special case i must say, i hope you overdose on love.