--Elite Writer Alias: Storm of Bliss Name: Alia ASL: 20/F/Chicago Website:[ Website ] Days Away: 0 Life Story: [ Ignore User ]
Favorites: 15 Forum Posts: 0 Shoutbox Posts: 0 RP Posts: 0 Signup Date: 227 D 0.62 Years 0.06 Decades 7.57 Months 32.43 Weeks 2.27000e+7 Heart Beats -There you go eggman Quote: The poetry of the earth is never dead. - Keats
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
My day's mostly good so far. I was up a bit too late last night and was dragging this morning, but a session at my favorite Indian restaurant for lunch got me back on track. Work was really busy too, which is always nice. No clock-watching.
Definitely taking it easy tonight. Probably just watch some football with a couple friends.
How's your day today?
You'd totally outrock Neil Pert. If you could manage singing like Getty Lee at the same time, you'd be your own one-woman Rush cover band.
Anywho, all your journals got me in a mood. I love the youtubes.
I just feel like I am leaving my old life behind. My friends are gone, and I'm not doing any real writing, or singing or anything. The transition is getting better, but it's hard. And sometimes, I don't know if I'm strong enough to do it. To get to the other side, and still hold on to what I had. My old life made up who I am, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose it.
Sounds not so bad, but I'm scared.
Love,
~Azura*
I crave real interaction too.
Sometimes it is so frustrating to me not to have a normal conversation with people. And to add to the fact, I am a crappy typist and slow as molassas. The one thing I do like about writing is that I can change my thought after I put it down. My thoughts are constantly changing. Actually, I just think I think too much. snort.
The thing is, I don't know how to be anything other than who I am. I just can't imagine inventing a persona... ya know? This is me, bottom line. Honest to a fault. I guess what it is Alia, I am not afraid of who I am. This is the good, bad, and ugly of me. When I do speak, I speak from the heart. It is the only thing I know to do. And you know, I have a mighty fine heart. I am realizing that. And that has been a break through for me. Seriously.
I was on another poetry site before this. A bunch of us who live in the tri-state area got together in Long Island. It was so nice to be able to meet folks that I had been interacting with on a regular basis. Everyone brought their kids and significant others. It was meaningful.
It is hard not to think you can almost know someone through their words. Perhaps that is part of my problem with this whole on-line thing. But then I am a naive bunny (still, after all these years). I am too trusting and just assume that people are being real. I guess I am just not afraid to be honest, and maybe that puts some people off... I don't know. Maybe I am too confessional, expose myself too much. But again, it is just how I am. I put it out there. I never was afraid of sharing things. And maybe I share too much about myself, but I don't ever see that changing. It is just part of my makeup...
I will come back to finish this up later. I gotta jump in the shower and get ready for work...
In regards to love... The only thing I can say is follow your heart. It has been my experience (although painful at times) if you don't at least try, how will you ever know. How will you ever know??? I guess I would rather follow it then have the regret of not attempting to listen to what it tells me. I don't know, sometimes I am foolish, and a hopeless romantic. But I believe. I believe.
Next time you are in town, I would love to have a cuppa. (I swear I am not a dirty old man as well). I can send references upon request. (smile).
Up to you.
indeed ;D
and whats funny was i just read your journal...
there was an artist two weeks back from my open mic here at the Coffee Scene in fayetteville who performed this piece for us. and as i listened to the lyrics they were so beautiful. but i had mistaken these words for his own (he is a talented poet by the name of Jeremy Gilchrist)
its funny that you posted this and i've been searching for this song and the lyrics.
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