November 2011
16 posts
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Present Day (Reflection)
When I started this blog, I did so with the intention that anything directly relevant to my life would be typed up and saved for later posting, in order to ensure nothing on here was personal at the current moment in time. Recently, though, you may have noticed my last post was very fresh. I did say that such a time would come, when I would begin to post things that matter to me in the present,...
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11-11-11, 11:11
At that exact moment, I stared into the eyes of the most incredible guy in the world. And that feeling overcame me, as if often does in tales, of complete and pure emotion. For one instant, all the passion in the world was embodied in that single glance. And were it not for the presence of many other people, perhaps something would have happened. But in a way I’m glad it didn’t, for...
“Bits of poetry, fragments of words. You inspire more out of me than you’ve...”
– Arramel Syn
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Dreams (Musing)
Eventually you come to a point in your life, when you want something. You have a desire so uncontrollable, that it ends up permeating everything you attempt to do. Errant thoughts in your mind will whisper of this thing at inopportune moments. You’ll find yourself gazing off at nothing, simply because the images and events your mind indulges in are too absorbing for reality to really...
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Forget to Forgive (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown,
Well, I’m here again. Covering pages in ink in hopes I might figure something out. I actually have quite a bit to discuss with you. I can’t even figure out where to start though. The beginning seems childish and tiresome, but discussing what’s on my my immediate mind would needlessly connect it to my last time writing you. Well, beginning it is. He cross the line....
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Heroes (Musing)
Someone told me that I was a hero once. That I was one of the most selfless people they know. I disagree. I’m no hero! I’m not selfless, I actually have a lot of selfISH moments. But, I think that perhaps heroes are not the people who are completely selfless, but instead the ones who, when faced with a choice, cannot refuse someone help. Its not that they’re perfect or...
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Illusion (Dear Unknown)
Here comes the sappy reflections of the girl I used to be. Its the next in the series.
Dear Unknown,
I’ve fallen in love. Really. Like, true, complete, world-changing love, fully equipped with soft, tender and romantic moments as well as raw, passionate and almost anamalistic need. I feel as if I’ve fallen into one of those sappy romance novels I used to turn my nose up at so...
October 2011
9 posts
7 tags
Journey (Musing)
There comes a point on every journey that it simply hits you. No matter how difficult or rough this path is, no matter how uncomfortable, so long as you continue to put one foot in front of the other, you will make it. You shall arrive at your destination, perhaps not in a timely manner, perhaps not even completely whole, but you will have weathered that journey, that tempest which needed to be...
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Unique (Musing)
I was made to be unique, distinctive, an individual. However the pursuit of that is like the pursuit of so many others, so how can any of us claim to have what it takes to be unique?
The only solution to this dilemma is to be oneself, because as you, there is no one like you. Not a single other person has your blend of tastes, fascinations, passions, habits, vices or virtues. Eccentricities can...
I love the term 'we're expecting' when talking...
between-rage-and-serenity:
because it makes it sound like there’s more than one outcome.
Yeah, we’re expecting a baby
but it could be a velociraptor.
I don’t have the words to express how awesome that is. Enjoy a laugh for once, I’m too serious here :p
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Self Disposal (Short Story)
Dawn, again. It always comes, creeping up on me in the most sinister of manners. As if it knows I’m fading in and out of reality and am just now considering the embrace of my bed. The sun, and its desire to thwart me, me in particular. It knows my plans, it knows how desperately I need that blissful oblivion that lies within exhausted sleep. It knows how painstakingly I set about to bring...
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A Vision (Musing)
“And there he stood, a vision, surrounded in the cloak of darkness. But he was not a vision of which I could partake.” Too often do we peer into the darkness, trying to find that person who we can only catch a glimpse of. We squint into the shadows, desperately searching for another piece, another image that we can hold on to. Fearing the whole picture will turn out monstrous, but...
“Perhaps its time to take advice, perhaps its time, to address this vice.”
– Arramel Syn
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How About Let's Not (Musing)
Given all the opportunities in life, the things we could do, ways we could seize life with both hands and take IT for a ride rather than us, do we really? Do we take all the opportunities presented to us, or do we dismiss them, too afraid to do anything? Its like when we were children, sitting there thinking of something to do. “How about we play soccer?” “How about let’s...
Guilt (Dear Unknown)
Dear Unknown,
Its strange isn’t it? I probably feel more guilty about things than anyone feels anger at me for it. I was afraid he would stare at me coldly and ignore my request, or deny it. Yet he sounded perfectly nonchalant. Is this a defense mechanism? Pretending not to care, or did it truly not bother him? All I know is that I ache with the knowledge I was capable of such a bitter...
September 2011
16 posts
6 tags
Past, Present, People (Musing)
There are times when I wonder, meeting new people, if I should even bother telling them about my past. Its not even really a part of me any more. Granted, it played a huge role in who I am, but the moment you mention something, people go straight to pity without missing a beat. Its a reaction, and hard to tell how genuine it is.
Not only that, but there is so much involved. So many stories....
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A Bitter Farewell (Musing)
It comes back to the point where you question the permanence of friendship. The moment you being to believe something could last, it stays just long enough to affirm that belief before dissolving around you. I’ve lost my best friend in a desperate attempt to save himself. I’ve done the same maneuver so I can hardly fault him, however the rift its caused is insurmountable. Turning back...
“The withered flower of innocence lies in a desolate garden of discontent. Choked...”
– Arramel Syn
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Scars (Musing)
They all have a story. Some more brutal than others, but each story has shaped what we do in some way. Perhaps it is the habit of looking over our shoulder in a dark alley, or the inability to trust with ease. These scars leave us changed. Different. Forever farther away from the innocent children we were. Some have scars so deep that their precious innocence was so brief its not even a memory....
