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Behind the Scenes
Cosplay Shoot - Splice of Life
Cold Weather, Cold Heart.
My soul used to be so warm,
It could heat up a snowman swarm.
A flame inbodied life form,
Always ready to perform.
I could sit by the fire without worry,
But Iâve been chasing that flame with all the hurry.
As this winter kicks out the door,
The strings of the my main organ tore.
Icy bruises and itâs sore,
Iâm stuck on the floor because I know Iâll just get more.
So I let my heart freeze over,
It was a complete takeover.
Just my luck, not one peddle on my clover.
Waiting back, just to be chosen,
Stuck in place, cold and frozen.
Maybe one day in an a new era,
It may be thawed out in an a random Sahara.
So,
Hereâs to a chance to feel that warmth again, but then,
will it even want this blizzard not to win?
A lot of things happen.
It happens to us all, it comes every summer, it comes every fall.
Like how I do when I think of you, although you are a past lesson I canât think through.
Looking back on what could have been, what I had, what I didnât know I was going to lose. Blindly watching, without any clue.
Thinking about coming back to tumblr...
Go ahead, try to make a post.
Paradise by Hugh Stickney
Yaesu Sakura Dori in Nihonbashi - Tokyo, Japan
I watched Radiant Episode 5 (Image Set 1 of 2)
Love means to invest, challenge, grow and support. To choose a partner or teammate to build a connection that will withstand the times or to learn lessons about coexistence and yourself through experiences and life changing moments.
Love is about understanding that itâs gonna have downfalls but pushing pass them for the bigger picture. Love is strong, itâs crazy, itâs simple, itâs complex, to try to put a complete label or understanding on it is ironically pointless, because itâs everything and more.
B.E.R III
Stuck
I donât know how to feel about my situation,
I canât pin point my feelings, itâs sheer desperation.
I feel so selfish, and with a pinch of feeling foolish too. But my heart got invested, oh what I am going to do?
Iâve been stained with disgust of my idiotic actions, plagued with frustration of my pursuit of lovely interactions.
Probably just living in a fairytale, dreaming of something too perfect. Because now I feel ironically inadequate, some defected measly insect.
Did I really think it wouldnât happen?! Or did I know it would to the core,
Did I really think I had more points on the table, I wish I was keeping score.
Like I wanna just be over this, but for some reason I canât let go. Throw away all my pent up emotions and not let them show.
Although Iâm stuck, Iâm just as zoned as a drone.
No matter the level, My Heart is always my strongest foe.
Honestly I wish I could just have you to myself, but I guess just let me have the clone.
So, I donât know how to handle my situation,
Someone help, and assist with the calculation,
Cause how is one to solve problems, if he doesnât even know the certain equation.
(Made for k)
How Long Do We Wait?
Will this take a week, for the love that we seek?
Will it take a year, to challenge our fears?
Should it take a decade, for our hearts to be made?
I donât know what we have to trade,
We could spend forever in this very one day.
One minute away from each other , and weâre begging to stay.
Itâs the moment of realization to hit you like a freight train,
Itâs like why do we have to deal with all this strain.
I know itâll be story that comes with a little pain, and,
Sometimes itâll come with, a little to gain.
But, in the end it wonât be nothing compared when we no longer have be patient,
Pass all the infatuation, weâll go through our transformation. Darling, Iâll put forth all my dedication.
Then we can be together for a week, no longer just a sneak peak.
Weâll grow for a year, knowing we only want to be right here.
And weâll laugh at this for a decade, understanding we fought throw the decay, for our connection we get to experience everyday.
(Made for k)
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I canât make your decisions for you, itâs not my life to live. As of well, to be independent, one must be willing to step up to the plate and give forth their genuine will.
Understand pain, confusion, and fear come in the initial transition of change or growth, so take it how it is and own it.
- B.E.R III (was in conversation with another beautiful creature of the earth and just said this, thinking woah that was kinda profound lmao)
Do I exist?
Do you only need me when
youâre not feeling âcoolâ,
When your lost without a clue,
An unused tool, waiting in a living room.
Do you only want me around to flatter,
Do my feelings even matter?
Do I only appear when you want it to happen,
Whatâs a ship but lost, without itâs Captain?
All I know is that, Iâm confused.
I donât even exist to you.
Wish my heart could believe itâs true,
But whatâs a man like me to do?
I guess thereâs really nothing to risk,
Remember, because i donât even exist.
Confused Little Teenager
My nervous interactions are as simple as an complex mathematic analogy, my heart on the hunt, and I'm shooting for a killing spree.
Now follow thee, cause my soul is slowly haunting me.
Bringing an end to a sad lonely trilogy.
Now damage speed, open your eyes to what I've really seen,
Demented sights sending chills through your fucking spleen.
Now you vaguely feel, what I feel ,
and shit of what I have to deal, and suddenly notice why my heartstrings haven't fully healed.
And when I'm trying to believe in a lovely faith,
the thought of rejection, rips the sign of relief of my weary face,
it loves the taste , of the chase, which ends with my massacred unrecyclable waste.
Oh and if that was the case,
I wouldn't mind this weird sign of hope,
Cause i wouldn't have to deal with this bull about how we have to cope.
Don't think i haven't tried to find my hidden key, to actually see, what beholds and truly belongs to me.
But i already know it all ends in a castastrophe.
(This poem was from Sept. 2011 when I was 18 years old )
âNot everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what theyâve given us.â
â
Emery Allen
(via purplebuddhaquotes)
Impact.
Slam me down,
So I can hit this ground.
Behead this mind,
And take my crown.
Dive in on top of me,
So I can drown.
Need more muscles,
So Iâll keep this frown.
Impact. Pressure.
Nice, Gesture.
One more session,
So I can learn my lesson.
Love
Why do I chase you,
Why do I miss you.
Eventhough I have you for myself,
I look for you in others.
Clinging on to fairytale dreams,
Hope to not break these seams.
Do I even know you, honestly...
Do you even want to know me?
So I keep coming back to remind you of my name, to let you pick my brain.
After youâre done, you always seem to have so much shame.
Youâre addicting,
And Iâm hopeless.
You hide behind romance,
But youâre really not about bliss.
Youâre as chaotic as a storm,
Although your beauty matches the aftermath when the sky parts and sunlight takes it form.
Itâs simple. Yet, complex.
Youâre a blessing, but can be a hex.
Long lasting, but gone in secs.
Can be happy at your worst, but miserable at best.
So why do I need to you,
Why do I care?
How do I find truth?
Do I even dare?
I know lifeâs not fair,
But how much can I bare?