Name:Emily Rose Location: Wisconsin, United States Gender:Female
Interests:Many things and people interest me. I draw, I write, I sing, I walk, I laugh, I explore and I create. Most importantly, I live and love. Expertise:You decide. :P Occupation:Artist - Free Loader Industry:Is for the industrial. I am a
This street stretches on for miles. And I know, somewhere, it has to end... But until I get there, the most I can do is to keep on walking.
I'm glad I got to meet the few of you I did on Xanga and for my friends who are readers, from now on you're going to have to consult me for my other journal site, I am going to abandon this one again.
Reasons being are that I don't have a reason to keep this one going any longer.
I started it again for a very special someone who has failed me as a person in every aspect imaginable. I am done with him and thus am done with this site. If you care to contact me, here are my 'credentials', as it were;
In this world, he's a circular room with no windows or doors. The sky will cry with frozen tears lining the pavement in white, all will be tranquil and slow. I find myself within his walls, knowing the world outside is bitter and cold. I find myself knowing I'm safe now but unwilling. What would you call this unwillingness? Stubborn pride, a lack of trust? I am not trapped like most people; I was tricked, knowing it but continuing to stray. I was guided gently by soft hands and lips, told to venture inside and find paradise, find heaven. Now, now there seems to be no way out.
I wanted to help him. I wanted to show him that the world outside of this world was a greater world, an artistic world, a world filled with magic and love. Not all was bad, not all was evil. Not all had ulterior intentions and not are were worth casting ever so quickly aside. I'm not speaking of people.
I'm speaking of dreams.
Those dreams that keep you awake at night, with jaded black claws grasping at your heart. You writhe and wriggle to free yourself against an overbearing, cloaking dark. If only, if only you could shed your skin and be free.
We fight the same fight, you and I. We seek what we may that would make us happy, content. We live our lives in dreams and with hope that one day all will have proved well, that it will work out in the end, that this is what we get if we just hold on. But such a fairytale, I fear..
... does not exist.
How, how can I, so unsure of your future survival, your future existence, wait?
Patience is for those caught in the dream of everyday life, for those who watch the men and women fall before them on televisions and in hospitals yet somehow feel impervious to the effects of mortality.
We are all so very weak. We are all such very brittle creatures, teetering at all times on the brink of existence, balancing like trapeze artists on the thinnest rope above the deepest swallowing canyon below.
You leave me in a hush when my eyes are red and dry I'm spent beyond my years this time, too late for me to cry Darkest night creeps over me and lulls my heart to sleep Were it only for the moment, it was yours for you to keep And if wonders did the wondering, I'm sure it would go fast No choices for our minds to choose, nothing good can last If we die now let us die in peace and rest away the hours They take from us what no man should take, we latch to what is ours Go on and take the pity with, take the pain and take the drug So leave me with a final kiss and slowly break our hug. Let go...
I'm chained and held dear captive by aspiring, longing dreams. I am captivated by your gaze and they way it sees through me. To capture such a moment would be foul and found a sin. Your hands play hag and weave the threads for futures to begin. If time is god then what am I, the one who captures moments still? A devil banished for her love, her motivation and her will. Come to me, my dearest child, run away and don't look back. The moment that our hearts lose grip we then create a stubborn gap. Fill the void and fill our beds, their bottoms streams and ground so dry. Your torrents caste me far away and muffled all but faintest cries. "Hear me, then, and hear my plea, I wait for you and us to be. Tell me what you ask of me and I will obey obediently."
