Just make sure to have fun too. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. Lies, tearing us up inside. Squeezing us till we feel the pressure. Like a snake slowly squeezing your neck tighter. The fear of the truth not been understood. The lies weaving their way in to every persons mind. Your mind slowly giving way to the pressure-.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. Adopted Poet - William Blake. A Prayer for Owen Meany. Tuesday, September 6, 2016. This work is where that sentence led me to.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011. When have you finally reached your limits, and how are you going to seperate right from wrong? I think this poem still needs a little bit of work though and put more concrete thoughts into it. Limits; Where do they start,. Where do they end? Your body, may always say no while. Your mind; your heart,. Just may always say yes. A line not to be crossed,.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. Monday, March 5, 2012. Sunday, June 5, 2011. Passing in and out of the luminescent shadows of long city roads,. Memories of tiny birds chirping and swaying return.

Bacon is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Friday, June 3, 2011. Now its even easier to write because I am writing about something I can relat.

Limits, like fears, are often just an illusion. I think of my motto in my head. I must stay loyal to my King. Would you be so loyal to serve your King when you are about to kill his future wife? April 28, 2011. We think people love us, care for us, and would .

9829;Welcome to my blog! Thursday, April 28, 2011. And how our vision is the only factor we have to define life as real, and how we hope there is some point to the madness and struggles of life. Each day we arrive at this place of learning, to what make something of myself in life? But we distinguish reality to be. The concept on life not being.

It seems like every time you come up something happens to bring you back down. Carl Sandburg - My Adopted Poet. Wednesday, June 12, 2013. They Planted a Seed of Pain. It sits and sits, stirring the coals, burning away. Will learn to whimper away. Will learn hatred and pain. The Pain begins in my stomach. Aching, moaning, groaning,. And I feel it growing,. Digging its roots down,.