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Living is a Purpose-"Anything without a purpose is pointless."Living is a Purpose
"So, then, is a life without a purpose pointless?"
-"I would say so."
"Do you know your purpose?"
-"I know there are some lucky someones that knows what their purpose in life is. I, unfortunately, am not one."
"Would you say your life is pointless then?"
-"Maybe. I don't really know what my life is. I'm not sure who I am, what I want, or what my purpose is."
"Saying your life is pointless is a serious thing. What do you think about feeling that way?" -"I know I am not alone on l
by ~Maybe-Im-Dreaming
Seasons of Lovemy eyes close, as i step back through time,Seasons of Love
in my mind, remembering our last year together.
snowflakes collect on my eyelashes as i walk through the woods where we used to hide away from the world nestled together under the pine trees.
(you always held me so tight i never thought you'd let go.)
my lips catch raindrops between the cracks where i bite them. it reminds me of your kisses; soft and soothing.
i close my eyes and remember the way they used to press gently against mine.
(i am the sky crying tears for you
by ~Maybe-Im-Dreaming
Fear Can Freeze Lipsit is a cold December evening marked by snow covered sidewalks and air too friged for steady teeth.Fear Can Freeze Lips
our dry throats burn with every inhalation of chilled breath.
as we stand not-close-enough rubbing together our red raw-skinned hands.
we stand like statues frozen in ice yet there is no huddling for warmth between us.
we only share quick, nervous glances and similar shy shivers.
because we are both too scared to say
"i wish you would hold me"
by ~Maybe-Im-Dreaming
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love is not a noun,i never thought of a name to call him. he was a human, but he was my human.love is not a noun,
his heartbeat reminded me of a rainstorm, or maybe the axis of a train wheel, but either way i hated how it mattered to me and how cliched the mutterings of a heart became.
i felt like a bird, a yellow-bellied sap-sucker, every time i heard it whispering blood, but that never meant more than an elucidated want for something prettier. it resonated in my own, an echo of some crossed wires and heartstrings.
my heart broke for his, but never in place of it.
i didn't know if it was wrong to want him solely for myself;
by *ohsostarryeyed
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| Megan, Gemini, short. Peaceful girly tomboyish hippie & rockin' punky indie that loves techno. I'm just a mixture of things. |
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- Current Residence: hell
- Interests: art, music, fun
- Favourite band or musician: Green Day & Owl City
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: i cannot decide, nor do i want to
- Favourite poet or writer: too many to choose even a few
- Favourite photographer: someone with a unique eye
- Favourite style of art: a different style
- Operating System: Circulatory
- Favourite game: Okami & Zelda
- Personal Quote: Whatever floats your boat.
- MSN: ithinkmaybeimdreaming@gmail.com
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