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Rose of Absolution
Crimson adytum.. Seek no retribution.
Extract the blood-drenched thorn from thine own mortal wound.
Incarnadine dissolution. Faded. Jaded.
Rose of absolution.
Dear Anyone with Low Self-EsteemAs long as you are healthy, I don't see why you should be told that you aren't perfect.
There is nothing wrong with being skinny. There is nothing wrong with being fat.
There is nothing wrong with being pear-shaped or apple-shaped or any other body type.
Some people have faster metabolisms than others, some don't.
That doesn't automatically make the person lazy or any less healthy than you.
Being fat or lithe has nothing to do with your appearance, character, or your worth as a human being.
Sure, the value of being thin has been the predominant stereotype in the media for ages, but it only functions this way, because you and I ALLOW it
You're in Lust, Not Love.Loving someone... it is in everyone's nature.
It requires a great deal of understanding and acceptance. It's a genuine infatuation with the person, but nothing more.
Being in love... is like trying to hold infinity in the palm of your hand. Feeling like they hold the other half of your brain.. of your soul. When their breath ignites a fire in your heart and their scent drives you to the zenith of insanity. That is passion.
What truly distinguishes the two, is the level of intensity of these feelings.
When your will becomes the overwhelming principle in the relationship- then love becomes lust.
Lust is the most powerful emotion that human
Insanity...I observed as the seperate entities diverged and clashed in this violent dance.
The split between consciousness and the unconscious... the deterioration of sanity.
Inhale the darkness and exhale with light.
Repress these emotions from motion and r e f l e c t my sins.
Strip me of temporal conformities and implement e t e r n a l retribution.
Through my own intuition formed these intuitive truths... insanity, m a d n e s s, lunacy, dementia...
...all a state of mind.
A mere consolidation of fears.
Incongruity is applied. Common sense denied.
Forever in altercation...
She Dreamt of Revulsion...
She to whom is as good as dead; scorned at best.
Feel it in your heartbeat, forlorn reverberation of unrest coursing through your veins... the source of her ineffectual solace.
Cries of contempt, held at tongue's tip...abhorrent, vile, compelling.... together in disdain.
Intriguing none the less.
Sun rise, sun set... and to what effect?
BreathlessThe light in her golden-laced eyes restore again. All crimson once lost, return to those lips; curved perfectly with yours. Lost in your arms. Captivated by your touch. A grin ever so enticing.. Your breath; an overdose. I drown in the sensation of you... the sea of your memory... still wanting to submerge deeper.
When you feel no less than beautiful.
When simplistic human communication cannot dignify the true meaning of...
...I l o v e y o u.
When your fate is entwined in the moment... as it passes you by.
Yeah... I exist for those.
For you, darling.
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
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