TwistedAxels

Words hold the weight of the world Today the world came crashing over me words like a waterfall of doubt, each droplet impacting my stone base. Who am I to them, to me, who are they? These people have become part of me part of my heart and now they hurt I hurt Just a few words and now I am becoming worn. I hurt for them, and not for myself I am tired, yet I wouldn't have it any other way I hold them tight in my heart To afraid to let them escape.

how nice would death be        ...her kiss so sweet a tingle on my neck,    cold blade along my spine        she whisper's softly... the rise and fall of her breath    teasing, teasing        generations gone by under her blade            yet I remain...    head on a block, a book        as I lay in the library.

Too many people,  cluttering this place               this space. Too many people,  erasing the time   the moments that make up    experience. It hurts to see them  bleeding out   the tears of others drowning them out    not able to save them from themselves. To comfort them past this human barrier  impossible for me                for me. Unacceptable in my mind to cry and  leave myself vulnerable   again a stone inside.

Self Worth, sitting here looking in a mirror, only to see beyond. looking through into other peoples lives comparing part by part, seeing each flaw as they appear, piece by piece proved imperfect. and what is left but an existance left wanting seeing yourself summed and surpassed, looking into that mirror and seeing happy people living normal lives looking into that mirror and seeing happy people without you looking into that mirror and seeing yourself alone and in the wrong What is it to be polite, what is it to be "nice" When did kind words turn into burning insults and kids learn how to curse with ease When did schools become

Well here we go. Don't expect grammar to be great and spelling might be off. Idk I might go back and fix it. So far it's been interesting I feel like I am just writing to the world, as if I am a speaker to an audience of thousands. Now I am not even looking at the screen as I speak, a problem I have when thinking about things in real life. it's as if I try to focus my thoughts by depersonalizing the ideas. Idk again, I like this. It's sort of fun. ________blank thinking space. Music seems to be a very interesting subject. I seem to need a background music to write efficiently or continually. It's like I use the flow and the beat to coordinate

Rushing, flying, diving, spinning, turning, whirling, fading, rising, crushing, protecting our faith, warning us about our fate. We look to the sky and see a man, so great, so powerful, we can not help but to look back in awe, in wonder, and ask ourselves: who is he, where did he come from, why is he here, and how does he think he can save this world. Who does he think he is, who would dare interfere with the men and women who built this world and many others up from the beginning of space and time, who would kill his own race to kill another, who is our only hope, who is The Dr.

Three ladies are drifting in my life Each has one My body, soul, or mind Only one has had me and the other two want You know who you are Please dare not revel Because one knows another Not yet all three Spinning through my life these three ladies be Each one teasing me