Try Motivational For A Change

We invented the word Possible.
We defined the word Possible.
The possibility of Possibility is
possible.

We can Stick together,
Fit together, Stay
together.

We can Fight together,
Win Together, We can
Cure Together.

We can Accept.

Form Peace,
The reality we've always wanted.

They say "yes we can" and i believe
yes we can.

We can try motivational for a change.

"If you don't like change, You're going to like irrelevancy even less"

Im not stable

Im not stable
im just as confused as you are
i have nothing to complain about
yet
nothing to relax about
at the moment
im not stable
im just as frustrated as you are
just as flustered,
just as uncertain,
indecisive,
and experimental.
im not stable
"tomorrow if a golden train came to take you away, would you go or would you stay?"

Security Blanket

i have always wondered..
can our instinct really be trusted? Do our morals really please others, ourselves or both parties? following your instinct can pose risks on outside situations, yet at the same time give you the security blanket of a good doing. while ignoring them or being untruthful can also prevent unnecessary debate but at the same time leave your morality feeling unjust, uncensored and uncleansed.
It can be difficult to tell at times whether to do as what your instincts tell you and let the truth risk trust but feel moral
or
leave the issue and feel guilty.
depends on the situation.

and again i either care too much or too less

At A Loss Of Words

Writers block can be your biggest downfall.
Sometimes writing is the only way to begin things, end things, confirm things, discover things, the list goes on.
So why is it that, when what you need most is your words and emotions in a complete sentence, your brain comes to a complete stand-still?
Right now, I can't think of anything to describe this, all the questions i have, all the anger, the embarrassement, the "how could i be so blind?".
So how can i possibly successfuly learn what i want to know, and what im told i should know, when my brain can't possibly form a sentence that makes sense

or even the right word for that matter.

forget about it

My belief is that what happens in the past should stay in the past.
there is no point in living in the past because life is so limited.
why waste the limited time that we DO have staying concerned about what could have happened, when in reality we could actually be limiting the time that we have by doing so.
im gonna stick to that belief as much as it may seem unreasonable at times.
Im not saying hide your feeling about the past, im saying forget about them.

Everytime

Everytime
i see it
i get a rush
the heat pours through my body
that name
Everytime
it is in my sight
I can't help but remember
the history, the name
and its power
his power
to make me feel like
no one else exists.
No one understands
no one could ever understand.

Its that everytime
i think about it
i see it
i hear it
even if it doesn't belong to the true holder
i get that rush that
courses through my veins,
the rush that leaves me waiting
for something that
no longer can exist.

And for my next trick...

I will become a man.

yes ladies and gentleman,
i will become a creature of the opposite sex.

You will see ladies and gentleman
the radical changes.

No longer will i have to care
about what happened
what could have happened
what should have happened
what would have happened

Ladies and gentelman i will proove
to you that a woman can
become a man
I will infact switch the entire
male and female status completely around.

he will care
i will not.
not even remeber his name

This isn't hypnosis,
my good people,
so don't get it confused.
I will soon become of more importance,
satisfied with the moment at the time,
then let myself forget.

ready?
Im going to need your help counting down,
ladies and gentleman.
3,
2,
1,

it was great then but
i think we should leave it at that.

Writers Craft - Descriptive Place Assignment

He could hear the shrill screams and cheers of the audience from behind the thick velvet curtain. They seemed to continuously be alternating from echoing, slow, low voices back to the high pitched squealing that made him squint. His heart was pounding at what felt like was a million miles a minute and it felt like it might bust out of his chest anytime soon. This wasn’t a normal feeling though, normally he was cool and collective before his shows; he’d done so many before. “Why was this one so different?” he thought. The rancid smell of cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol made him feel at home for a moment, this audience would be no different from his usual. Still behind the curtain, he peaks out occasionally and sees the dark silhouettes of his loving audience. The lights were so bright he thought someone has shone a flashlight into his bloodshot eyes at first. The repetition of the bass drum and snare are mocking his pounding heart, building up the anticipation for him to finally make his appearance. He reached into his breast pocket and took out his slightly chilled, plastic, ray ban sun glasses and slowly placed them on his face. Feeling the smooth paper between his fingers, he savored a drag on his cigarette as if it might be his last. The harsh smoke filled his lungs and sweet the taste of tobacco in the smoke that he breathed soothed him in his final seconds back stage. He dropped the butt on the floor, only being able to see the still glowing, red ambers sitting still in the darkness. The step he took onto the butt to squish it as far as he could into the ground, brought him that much closer to the blinding lights exposing the stage and it sent shivers down his spin. Someone put a guitar in his hands but he couldn’t see who. They yelled into his year over top of the drums and the screaming, “You’re on in 5 seconds. You smell disgusting, good thing those people aren’t onstage with you.” It as Jim, his manager, he always had a way of making him feel great before the show. But he did notice the rank smell on him now. It was a combination of beer, pot, cigarettes, sweat and the smell of a tour bus with too many people living in it. It was too late to do anything about it now.
His third step forward revealed his figure to the crowd that was impatiently waiting for him. He was awkwardly exposed with no way out: a deer in the headlights. Hypnotized by the single burning light that followed him, he stepped to the microphone that had been tolerantly waiting for him. Although he was wearing his sunglasses, the brightness of the lights reminded him of the piercing colours of the sun, who’s light still managed to seep through his eyelids when he did sleep on the bus. He couldn’t hear the drums anymore; he could feel them through the cold, wooden floor boards under his leather shoes. Every movement of his caused an uproar of voices that could break through the roof and crack the windows. He swung his guitar from his back to his front on the guitar strap, feeling a sudden pulse of confidence run through his body like an electrical current. He wrapped his left hand around the neck of the guitar and felt the cold wire strings on the calluses they called his fingers tips. Every sense felt over exaggerated, the smoke in the air seemed to burn the small hairs in his nose, the triangular pick in his right hand felt like it was the size of his hand and the silhouettes in front of him would multiply and grow taller, eventually surrounding and towering over him. One strum would shrink the monstrous shadows and another would eliminate them completely he found. The pill he had popped before he stepped on the stage wasn’t weak, and that fact that he took it down with a bitter and fowl tasting shot didn’t help either. He couldn’t do that for much longer, times were changing. He heard a voice and realized it was his and soon trailed of into the musical, peaceful world he dreamed of. His guitar and his words were his weapon against the shadows and the monsters. Society had no chance against them.

Passion

I was asked on my thoughts of passion.
Passion is one sided, but is often combined
Although obsicles do place themselves in lifes way, passion can only drive you to conquer them. Passion doesn't exist in failure,
passion doesn't exist in the coward,
passion doesn't exist in giving up,
passion doesn't exist in the fake.
It is easy to find the level of passion in a person by asking yourself
Would They Be Willing?
If no
then
you,
it,
they,
isn't/aren't their passion.
Loosing your passion, or loosing your belief in what you were silly enough to believe at one point that you were the passion, brings back the breakdown, but passion will drive you to proove yourself wrong. Your passion is undoubtibly strong but since it is one sided, it seems that only one person could understand that it is.
You.
I know my passion but does it know?

A.M.T.H.G..C

As of Sept 28 2009

Absence makes the heart grow .. Curious
Is it fonder or more distant?
The communication is held on pause
momentarily
does the heart still grow
still thinking
or has another come to replace the old?
only one heart knows the answer
the other remains curious
still fonder
unknowing about the other
but clues give away one heart
answers come into thought
but are they the right answers?

Absence makes one heart grow curious
Is the other the same?

Untitled?

Getting your hopes up is a mistake. Theres always something to get in the way of your goal or your passion. The great adventure of life puts them in your way, mocking you, taunting you and visiously asking you what you're capable of doing about it. No matter how passionate you are of something, consider: is it just as passionate or is it willing to be? The tormenting obsticales, phsyical and mental, are the breakdown of every person in the world. you feel your throat start to sweel, your eyes get dry then suddently overflow and your body feel like it was just torn from a fire. Obsticals create the breakdown feelings when even the sense of "never give up" has brutaly vanished and it feels as though you are left with nothing. Naked and exposed to the world you try to hide your feelings although they seem to be flaunting themselves. Eventually you are a rock with no feelings, passions or goals, afrid of getting hurt, but its a safe position right?

Don't Pity Yourself

As of June 13 2009

Im surprised at some people, and how they think noone can compare to them.Whether it be because they're good at something or bad at something.It shocks me that people actually BOAST about things that are negative in their lives. As much as they want pity for it, no one is going to feel sorry for them if they faunt it.It doesn't work that way, and no one cares, because in the end, we've all been through the same s*** that everyone else has, but just in a different way.So get over your self, because we all have our problems and don't tell us that we don't know F*** all!

Advice of the Old and Wise

As of June 10 2009

You know how those wise old people get all sentimental and heart warming when they talk about life and how you live it?They say the most important thing in life is to love and be loved in return (moulin rouge) or to experience love and all that jazz.Well honestly thats where they're right.But these old wise men, when they're talking to the circle of children around them, they never mention the fun-filled-facts of what to expect from life.See, these kids, maybe 5 or 6 years old, brand new to this whole concept of "living" are only hearing about the great things to expect from life. But i guess that makes sense because i doubt the "Sham-wow" guy is going to start yelling about how the materials of the "Sham-wow" are some how killing children in foreign countrys , or even worse, you can buy the same "no name" brand for cheaper at your nearest and dearest wal-mart. Might as well go bankrupt, or back in life terms, end it right there at the age of 5.my point is, as these wise old men tell the young about the great adventures of life, i see them fail to mention some of the pit falls of it too. Not the heartbreaks, the loves lost or the fantasies, but the ture reality of it all. Im talking stress!When everything builds up and you seem like you can't function anymore! your Sham-wow can't possibly pick up anymore liquid! warn the kids about stress, stress is the real deal breaker. I can make you feel like the smallest, most useless human being imaginable.So forget the love, the heartbreak and everything else that comes so daintily wrapped in the heart shaped, pink lace box, because thats all the good stuff, the stuff to look forward to, and why ruin it by giving all its secret wondesr away and by just talking about it. Give the kids a taste, a sneak preview, a peak at what is miraculously to come and be the only solution to the stress. Give them a full warning about real life.Why ruin the surprise of love, life and fantasy, when we all know it'll come eventually.First the work, then the play.Love you can walk away from, stress you can't.

Love and Life?

As of March 27 2009

Its funny how the world works out.Actually thats phrases wrong,Its funny how life works out.There are so many aspects of it that are so questionable, that make you wonder.Some aspects; love, relationships, heartbreaks.Where do those come from anyways. Its not actually - technecly- your heart that genereates these feelings, because after all, your heart pumps blood not emotions. But its the brain that is really a mystery. It seems that the emotions generated by your brain, that ones that make your heart beat faster, the ones that make a river appear down your cheeks, the ones that make your face a bit redder, can either make you or break you.why?There are so many questions about life, that make a heartbreak worse.Love can be an amazing feeling, it can spin your world right around, give you something to look forwards to, or someone. But when thats all over, why does our brain break us? Its not the person who hurts us in the first place, its our soul.This is why life is so funny. What is with our emotions and where do they come from? why give us the option, the chance or risk to be hurt mentaly. What is it, that whatever or whoever created us, that made us the special ones who experience the miricales and downfalls of emotions. Love can be amazing but it always ends in heartbreak. So why give us these emotions to deal with? what is the advantage? some say to enjoy life while we have it. but if we had no emotions, would we know if we were enjoying it or not and would it even matter? Love is useless in this sense. If we can make love with out actually being in love then whats the point? Why waste time thinking about that one person, wanting to be with them always and caring for them when in turn, the next day, the next hour or the next minutes, it could all be over with in a second?The experience was was great, But whats the experience going to give, another preparation for another "brain break". And when thats over, you've given up on love, whats left?Life works in interesting ways. Life is here to waste time and is love.But waste it to its fullest.