Just wrote it down and it seemed so fake
I need to stay away from that
Things do change and think it is okay to do so
But this is stupid
Trying too hard not to try.
So I’ll just talk…
There is a girl involved
A best friend of a best friend
What does that mean?
I don’t know but I find myself smiling more often then not.
Just read what I wrote
Scattered thoughts from a scattered brain
Still confused, but in hope the noise I add will cover this up
“I don’t know how to write.”
Nothing means anything unless you saw this page
These are scribbles of expression and I want you to know this is not a great idea
I just enjoy the act of thinking by myself and getting nothing out.
Monday, February 7, 2011
From the Sand to the Blood
From the Sand to the Blood
The sand crumbled by the weight of the camel’s toes, digging for some sort of friction in this sandy paradise known as the Thal Desert. The sun and its beautiful radiance, fills the sky with a bright, majestic light that lights up the sand to shimmer and reveal our hidden path. I tightly grip the tethered rope that feels like it is on the brink of tearing that connects me to my camel, helping it walk along the fragility of the sand, always watching one footstep ahead for a sign of danger that could lead to the loss of my superior. Without the camel, us peddlers would be out of job so we must respect and honor our co-workers. In this part of Pakistan, on the eastern border between us and Afghanistan, the sand is very separated leading this travel very dangerous for such enormous animals.
The sand crumbled by the weight of the camel’s toes, digging for some sort of friction in this sandy paradise known as the Thal Desert. The sun and its beautiful radiance, fills the sky with a bright, majestic light that lights up the sand to shimmer and reveal our hidden path. I tightly grip the tethered rope that feels like it is on the brink of tearing that connects me to my camel, helping it walk along the fragility of the sand, always watching one footstep ahead for a sign of danger that could lead to the loss of my superior. Without the camel, us peddlers would be out of job so we must respect and honor our co-workers. In this part of Pakistan, on the eastern border between us and Afghanistan, the sand is very separated leading this travel very dangerous for such enormous animals.
The Foot
The Foot
Greg gets home from a late night at his shop. He realized when we was their that he needed some sleep but he was ankle deep in polishing and scrubbing that he tediously did at his job. So Greg Ditch, Shoe scrubber entrepreneur, brought some of his work home to himself, especially the long-term acquaintance of Alfred E Whittacre.
Greg gets home from a late night at his shop. He realized when we was their that he needed some sleep but he was ankle deep in polishing and scrubbing that he tediously did at his job. So Greg Ditch, Shoe scrubber entrepreneur, brought some of his work home to himself, especially the long-term acquaintance of Alfred E Whittacre.
Discovery
If I woke up tomorrow this very instant
how would i know it is me?
is isn’t their anything to tell me any different
maybe something will just awake in side these eyes
hold me down, succumb the threshold I will eventually submit
this new life, much harder than a dream, full of a sense of self-esteem
Consequentially,
you can’t miss something until you had it
all this, mixed with blind faith and a slight chance of dumb luck
It’s constantly in motion, slow and fast, love is just an apparatus
I am no sadist, revolving at each other like gravities void of planets
each day, each moment feels like a sabbath
Until the last day, the friend will turn into a caveman’s mammoth
how would i know it is me?
is isn’t their anything to tell me any different
maybe something will just awake in side these eyes
hold me down, succumb the threshold I will eventually submit
this new life, much harder than a dream, full of a sense of self-esteem
Consequentially,
you can’t miss something until you had it
all this, mixed with blind faith and a slight chance of dumb luck
It’s constantly in motion, slow and fast, love is just an apparatus
I am no sadist, revolving at each other like gravities void of planets
each day, each moment feels like a sabbath
Until the last day, the friend will turn into a caveman’s mammoth
Longevity
Longevity
When the tides met through the smallest of irises
and the waves joined holding the mantle
rises above us all, persisting in biases
And the force pushed us all, tumbling when we stand still
resisting the urges to crumble remaining evasive
dodging the inertia until the next one makes the land fill
All of us holding onto their persuasion
Till our meaning which is this tiny thread of hope
remains the only thing left to be creative
When the tides met through the smallest of irises
and the waves joined holding the mantle
rises above us all, persisting in biases
And the force pushed us all, tumbling when we stand still
resisting the urges to crumble remaining evasive
dodging the inertia until the next one makes the land fill
All of us holding onto their persuasion
Till our meaning which is this tiny thread of hope
remains the only thing left to be creative
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