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Stop. Just think. Be you. Hear tou. Do it. It will hurt. Do it anyway. Feel it. Accept it. Don't deny. Just be. Curb anger. Frustration. Annoyance. Forget whoever you have been told you are and just be the you you want to be and think you are. Period.

Graywolf

Don't fear A break will happen The seas will part But your back will bend Don't fear Skies will clear Doors will slam The sun will always set a new Don't break Be you People will hate Loved ones will always be with you Don't break Pain will haunt you It will hurt you But you're stronger Don't break Others will curse you Words will scar I will always love you Don't break Fear is always at your doorstep Haunting your dreams Bend it to your will Don't fear I am always here A friend in a sea Just for you

Christmas isn't Christmas if it's nor Halloween ijs

My head Feels like It's in a fish bowl I talk with my hands So you understand My throat Feels like crust Words I can't say But feel lie I must Drive away Today it's so cold My rickety bones God I feel so old It hurts But I'm there Just me Pretending not to care

I did it. Finally, and for the first time in weeks, did it. I have sat here trying my best to pass off that I was doing it. Secretly knowing I was full of shit. I did what I was supposed to do, I was productive. And yet there is no elation of things accomplished, no rush of held breath, no sigh of sweet relief. Just the empty hollow feeling of anxiety that led to my weeks inactivity. If only I could just say fuck it, punch myself in the face and be done with all of this…

It felt really good to type. To make it look like something was happening. At least to get whatever jumbled thoughts out of my head. Sparse and barren like the wasteland I came from the years had played a wicked toll on my head. Now, like any other day, the coffee coursed through my veins and the fumes of last night's vodka tonic slowly dissipated from my desert dry mouth. My fingers were nimble on the keys, dancing this way and that pounding out thoughts one letter at a time. I couldn't stop my leg from shaking and it was making my foot itch. Damn I tied my boots to tight this morning. It's getting harder to just sit here. I just want to jump out of my chair and get the hell out of this office. It's probably because it's Friday and I'm all amped up on coffee. Plus the allure of the weekend is too damn great. The first set of days off I'll have in the past two weeks. Shit I need a break. A serious no lie break or I'm going to break. I'm starting to feel antsy, but deeper than just too much caffeine, like my soul is getting ready to jump out of my body and run amok. And he always solemnly swears he's up to no good.

I can tell by the falter in you voice It's scary I see the damage done before And it hurts me all the same Your body speaks volumes in ways you don't want it to But your eyes betray you My love there is no fear here No hurt to be had by my hand Only the love you've never had

todayinhistory

November 5th 1605: Gunpowder Plot foiled

On this day in 1605, Guy Fawkes was arrested for planning to blow up the Houses of Parliament in London. Guy (or Guido) Fawkes was born in York in 1570 and soon converted to Catholicism, which inspired him to fight in the Thirty Years’ War on the side of Catholic Spain against Protestant Dutch reformers. His Catholic zeal led to his involvement with Robert Catesby in England, who planned to assassinate King James I and restore a Catholic monarchy by blowing up the House of Lords during the State Opening of Parliament. On November 5th 1605, following an anonymous warning letter sent to the authorities, Fawkes was found in a rented undercroft under the Palace of Westminster guarding the 36 barrels of gunpowder the conspirators had stockpiled there. Fawkes was then brutally tortured, and ultimately divulged the details of the Catesby plot against the monarchy, his signature on his confession a barely-evident scrawl after his long ordeal. Fawkes and his co-conspirators were hanged on 30 and 31 January 1606 in front of jeering spectators. The failure of the plot is commemorated in England every November 5th; this tradition began soon after the original plot and was even enshrined in law until 1859. Today, people across Britain still burn Fawkes’s effigy on a bonfire and set off fireworks to commemorate the failure of the Gunpowder Plot 410 years ago. Remember, remember! The fifth of November, the Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason, why the Gunpowder treason should ever be forgot!

Happy Halloween!

Word of the Day - Jotunheim: the outer world, or realm of giants. at Dictionary.com

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Word of the Day - taphephobia: an abnormal fear of being buried alive. at Dictionary.com

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There we sat just us two Talking of dreams to come Knowing they might be too big to come true You thought I was funny and charming I couldn't stop smiling at you twinkling eyes You told me your secrets We shouted our secrets And everything was perfect Then you told me about him And that's when I realized... I just got friend zoned

I’m not exactly sure where to start or how to start, yet nonetheless I will begin with the beginning and move forward from there. Twill be a tale, at times tall as a tower and others, as small as a speck of sand. For this ultimate judgment I leave it up to you to decide, after all I can ask nothing more or less of you. In fact it started with sand, lots of sand. It was cool and damp, soft and fine as he let his fingers gently glide over their surface. He imagined that it was the back of a beautiful and lustful woman. He closed his eyes and relaxed into this familiar, yet exciting daydream. She felt amazing on the tips of his fingers. Her breath was soft, causing her to rise and fall, subtly, slowly, calming. He imagined her to have flowing black hair like that of a stunning mare, her skin tanned, soft as silk. He would take her hair when she would anger, which could be quite often, and gently weave it between his fingers until her spirit would settle. He would tell her he loved more and more each time he saw her until just the sight of her walking his way would make his throat grow hands and clamp down on any air attempting to escape his lungs. She loved him for it. She loved him because he worshiped her like a goddess and treated her as such. She loved it when he told her he would not worship the ground she walked on because it would be admiring a place she had been and not her herself. Their love was the envy of those who witnessed it. Broad jealous looks were cast at them by those who could not look beyond their own faces. They happily smiled at the boorish onlookers and only the most hardened of them did not smile back. Their love was infectious, not pretentious. A smile broke his mouth open as a giggle escaped. Soon it became stomach clenching laughter. He rolled over fully expecting to be met with more of the same cool and damp, soft and fine sand. However, on this day of days stars did align and thinned the veil so the Lords and Ladies could hear his wishful daydreams. So with the softness of a mother’s kiss they granted him, this once lonely boy, his fondest and most cherished wish. The sand did not give way as it had done so many times before; in fact it was warm and dry, soft and fine. He opened his eyes to see what he was laying on top of. As he gazed down at the most breathtakingly beautiful woman, his throat grew hands and did exactly that. She raised her hand and gently put a finger to his lips. In that moment he knew she was real and no longer just a distant love in a far off daydream. Her soft touch soothed his spirit; his throat hands released their grip and faded away. He lowered his to rest on her breast; he could hear the gentle rhythm of her beating heart making his beat faster. She was here and she was real, really real. He drew back and stared in amazement into her dark brown eyes. All around him waves lapped ashore, birds sung and flew, grass rustled in the breeze, the stars still burned and the world still turned. However, for this once lonely boy none of that mattered and went unnoticed by his every sense. The love of his life was no longer in his dreams but beautiful flesh and hair in his arms. His goddess and muse was here before him and now he could worship and love her the way he had so many times imagined. There was no possession of each other, she was not his and he not hers, they were simply one, complete together, oneness. In love forever and always, soulmates.

This morrow i did wake to the brightest of suns. Though many words circled as ravens do they did catch in my throat. Nimble thumbs did stall uttering no type of word before me. Through the clouds and haze i fought further to find the meaning of those early feelings. A smile as big as a mountain struck my face for i had found the meaning of my morning. So clear and sound of mind i was and in that moment i did know and feel and saw and realized. It was you. It was the love that i have for you and in the night my heart had overflowed. It welled inside of me and i was moved to shivers as i thought of you and my love for you

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