Sometimes I hear the ghosts of my past

Often they whisper in my ear

Just out of consciousness

Barely audible, but present

Memories of those gone by

Now immortal in my mind

Forever they'll exist in me

Or at least as long as I live

For we are scars on the membrane of time

Carving our existence deep into it's flesh

Dying to gain immortality

Our existence tantamount to the memories of others

  A world with outyou in it

What would it be like in a world with out you in it

 if you didn't exist if there wasn't a you how would I fit

If you are not here the trees would have no color to show 

And the sky would be grey and the wind would not blow

Everything would lose it's wonder and wither and crumble

And if your not here then I would be alone and take a tumble

What would it be like in a world with out you in it

All the bees would have no honey to eat and the sun wouldn't shine

To warm everything up and nothing would grow and it wouldnt be fine

All the lakes and oceans would dry up and fish wouldnt be able to swim

The world would lose it's light and be in total darkness no light everything grim

Everyone would be fighting and causing a riot and would all have a fit

So  you see what would happen if this was a world with out you in it.

         Zoey cup

Chick Coalition 

Baby chick

won't need 

a bucket list

For all recognize

his right to exist.

-saiom shriver-

 

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I know that faith and trust

Are completely different

That they always will be

I think in this case

They are one in the same

I know that you have a difficult

Time when it comes to trust

That anymore you can't

That way too many times have

You been filled with uncertainty

Well I have a difficult time

With having faith in anything at all

I have been hurt, completely decimated

So many times that it seems

That I am incomplete

But then I found you

And I found that you were simply existing

Just like I was so we decided to do this whole

Thing together and it has been so awesome

That never will we go astray

~Chrystal

Written on

November 24, 2013

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The questions that have confounded and inspired philosophers of the past. If not, then what is of value in life? What has any importance at all but life itself? The reason for our being seems to be wrapped in this conundrum, and projects us helplessly onward into what we call "infinity", to explore, to create, to dream, and yes, to die and be reborn. A cycle that seems to have no beginning and no end, if not for man's ego and "logic", balance and reason. 

Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

Save me from what I’m becoming
Fading from what I once was
Into a shadow of what I’ve been
Breathe life into me once more
Revitalize the ghost in the machine
I have become
Like a shadow on a cloudy day
Not living
Not dying
Just existing
I want to burn
Than feel nothing at all
I want to freeze
Than feel the chill of my own apathy
I want to die
Than just exist
I want to live
Than just watch life
Give me a purpose
Show me a meaning
Save me from what I’ve become