The Crow and the Dove

*Thank you, Mr. Sun ;)


Cry as a dove impacting the earth in a cruel, and demented flailing as she tries to avoid the fall... none the less, embracing the earth harder than intended and breaking more numerously than imaginable... Beautifully twisted; envied, yet not understood.

Misunderstanding is handed to her by those who don't bother to understand. The crow she's fallen for most of all. She's been denied his embrace; and so her involuntary descent begins. Her fall is harder than intended, and breaking, she shattered into a million pieces. Her smile: habitually forced... envied yet not understood.

As the dove scattered into numerous pieces, she found herself put back together the way she was intended to be, yet not quite like before... Her bright and hopeful eyes dimmed more than usual... her elegant white feathers scuffed... her body more brittle than before.

She looked to see those who pieced her back together, bit by bit... Earth, Sun, and Sky.

The earth was a very grounded person... he knew what he was doing, he understood what he wanted and didn't necessarily dwell upon thoughts.

The sky was filled with miraculous ideas and thoughts, and was the most beautiful of the three. With her imagination and thoughts, she understood the dove the most as they inhibited each others space more frequently than the others.

And the sun... he was intermediate between the earth and sky, both grounded and imaginative at once... though, unlike the others, he burned with a fiery passion to ensure the dove could continue with life. He heard all she had to say, he listened intently and understood almost all of it. And he would obey her, against his own will. While the earth and sky both yearned to punish the crow for his cruel and relentless actions, the sun stood from afar as requested by the dove, yet he continued to burn with an intensity the earth and sky would not know of.

There once was a time when the earth, sun, sky and dove got along with the crow... a long time ago, when the crow first came into their world. He spent some time on earth for a while... but before long, the crow abandoned the earth, only to turn the earth's opinion upon the crow negatively... and while the earth attempted to tell the others of the crow's cruelness, no one believed him, and thought the earth to be obsessive and hurt by the crow's actions.

The crow then took advantage of the sky and sun, soaring her great heights and basking in his heat. Both eventually found their newcomer to be untrustworthy and a pest to be rid of... though neither of them had the strength nor time to deal with the crow...

And then the dove came along, beautiful and graceful as ever, who saw something in the crow that none of the others had. He was sleek, attractive and friendly, and they grew closer than he had with any of the others. Though the crow's harsh treatment was reflected upon the dove as well, she did not lose hope, she did not give up and she worked with him, for sooner or later, she fell in love with the crow.

Eventually, once all five were at an absence of each other's presence, the dove decided to visit the crow. Upon that same night, apart from the earth, sun and sky, the crow and dove danced, miraculously; leading to the crow's mistake. A slip of the tongue, a vomit of words, froze the dove in shock as she was soaring higher than above before. Happier than any other moment she had experienced; the happiest she had ever been in her lifetime. For she loved the crow, and to be able to simply dance with him, was exquisitely breath-taking. Hearing the crow's simple and unintentional sentence began the dove's miraculously awful descent, plummeting towards the earth, soon to experience what the earth had before; desertion. While the dove had given the crow practically everything and was nothing but selfless towards the crow, the crow did not care for her. He could not care for her the same way, and he would never be able to. The crow's ugliness became apparent to the dove, who was baffled as to how she could be fooled by such an idiot. Thus resulting in her spine-shattering embrace upon the earth...

--I wish I knew the meaning of love.
I'm poor when it comes to understanding direction. The crow led me down the wrong path of open sky, so I ran into a tree and died.

This Place

There's a place for us
That no one else can enter
It's a secret that holds non,
Because it's all our own;
The most personal and quintessential experience
Created and fed by the beauty, peace, and complete understanding.
This place we came to,
We are given the illusion that we are one
And we are, metaphorically
But sweetie, it takes two to tango
And we danced all night long
For a minute, I know you
I'm reading you for once,
Every pore, every thought, every fear
That smirk upon your face
I love you more
I'm filled with breathless contentment
Shhhh, hush now
Speak no words but of the present thing
All promises, should I appear too vague,
Are kept and committed
No, there are no lies
No turning back
We lack all polite and formal resignation here;
For time is precious and dreadfully unforgiving
And being lonely is our only crime
So my dear, until the sun rises,
I won't apologize for the memory of our lovely wickedness

A Compound of Oxymoronic Thoughts About Myself, and Society

We are selfishly altruistic. Life is a perfectly imperfect medium, full of contradictions, imperfections, and a little time. Yes, time. Time and dreams. I am an oxymoronic mix of sperm and egg. I'm not in tune with anything or anyone, yet, I am beginning to be in sync with myself and I find it disgustingly lovely. My scatterbrained personality and way of thinking makes for an eventually connected thought. Flighty and disorganized as it is, it is not nonsensical. Human foibles fascinate me. I keep my head in the clouds. My genetic makeup is irrevocably sound; so what once was, will always be. Nothing is ever annulled, because the feelings and thoughts created by the nothingness we seek can never be erased. They are forever engraved into our minds. Said nothingness is decipherable when it is almost obliterated, so that we may trace it back to something meaningful, because we have nothing better to do. We seek aimless admiration for the good deeds that we do for others, which we really do for ourselves. We long to be put on a pedestal. Hence, the insane amount of hormonal, vagrant adoration and faith. Faith without loyalty, because we must stray. We act out transgression of a divine law in search of purpose. We commit to failing to conform, thus we preserve sin in our making. A willful or deliberate violation of principle gives me immense pleasure. I try to disobey the standard cliche. By impacting ingenuity with rebellion, we discard its originality. I want to thank the nonconformists of our world for attempting to destroy stereotype, but we fight in vain because while some may appreciate your efforts, I can only hope that whoever controls the outcome of the rebellion will not strike you as being unproductive. Continue with your banal and sophomoric treatment of courage on the frontier, because hopefully one day, you will not be dubbed as such. Someday I hope that we wake up ad realize that our habits are becoming trite; lacking power to evoke interest through overuse or repetition. We lack all mindful originality. I strive for the quintessential meaning of life, but I am sure that this ultimate goal is only achieved by an opinion, after death, and will only be realized if our minds exist when reincarnation occurs. Were we to come into contact with some celestial miracle or being telling us that we had achieved such a level of greatness, we might be confounded to find that our fate is damnable because there is nothing left to achieve after ultimate greatness. So, we have deemed ourselves too simple and do less than what is considered great just because it is comfortable normal and we are numbed by average human society.

These Lies We Tell

Such senseless lies we tell
Absurdities of the mind
Of the many, this is what irks me most of all
Why bother? Why try?
What do we gain?
What's the point?
Exaggerations and fibs
Configured and twisted throughout informal, irrelevant, unimportant conversation
And for what?
Nothing.
That's right;
Absolutely nothing.

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

I look in the mirror and see a girl,
Who is staring back at me.
I don't know who she is
But I know I've seen her before
She's not the girl I want to be
She puts a smile on
While inside she's falling apart
She says, 'I'm okay. Yes, I'm fine.'
As pain fills her every cell
She pretends not to care,
As everyone slowly walks away.
She hides behind her makes
And pretends like she's alright
She's scared to open up,
She's scared to let people get too close
It always ends up as heartache
She feels like a stranger in her own home
She tries the best she can,
But it always seems to be wrong
She has ideas for the future
Hopes and dreams of her own
But she doesn't hold her breath
Because disappointment is all she's ever known
Her muscles constrict
She's afraid to be touched
She asks, 'Why am I never good enough? '
'Why am I always second choice? '
People tell her she's got to stand up for what she wants
She's got to find her own voice
I know who I want to be
It's all so much clearer
But the fact is, I'm the only girl in the mirror.

Just Forget

Forget his name, forget his face,
Forget his kiss, and warm embrace
Forget the time you spent together
Remember now, he wasn't so clever

Forget the fact that he once cared
Forget the love that we once shared
Forget his love that once was true
Remember, now there's something new

Forget you cried all night long
Forget him when you play your song
Forget how close you once were
Remember now, it's all a blur

Forget you memorized the way he walked
Forget the way he always talked
Forget the times he made you mad
Remember how he made you sad

Forget the thrills when he said 'Hi! '
Forget the times he made you cry
Forget the way he said your name
Remember now, he's not the same

Forget you saw him yesterday
Forget his gentle and teasing way
Forget the things you'd planned to do
Remember now, he doesn't love you

Forget the times that went so fast
Forget it all, it's in the past
Forget he said, 'I'll leave you never.'
Remember now, he's gone forever

Forget the past that I once knew
Forget it all, and leave it too
'Cause he no longer loves me...
...He loves you.

Drowning

I swim in a sea of feelings
So close to drowning
Until you catch my breath and I’m above the surface again.
You and these emotions are so unsteady
And so I continue to swim in my sea and wait for you
To save me one last time
Tossing and turning
Mind, body, and soul
These emotions I feel all at once
They come and go
Like the people in our lives
My feelings travel back and forth, to and fro, across the spectrum.
They don’t rest even when I do
They just continue their journey
As I live on afflicted and conflicted by said emotions

Art Is Poetry

Like the rain drops falling on a sunny day
Our creativity comes in bursts of whimsical nostalgia
With a new revelation springing forth into this first time conscious mind,
It is simple to take note, on all the wonders of art
Which now and forever have kept me dwelling on peace
With all chaos and hostility,
This feeling, or perhaps, presence
Of possibly the most beautiful of all essences
Is inside and released
Less chemical than it may seem,
From each movement, each breath,
I must take advantage of this place,
Before it falls away again
Even though only a harmonious balance can push these dreams to my surface,
I will carry whatever traces of the moment...
As a memory of the innocence within.

Be Green!

Being green means being conscious of the earth's limited natural resources; rethinking, recycling, and reusing these resources in order to build a more sustainable lifestyle. So be smart, and be green! But you should also be yellow blue orange white lavender turquoise teal silver gold brown black peach ivory grey coral red maroon raspberry rose chocolate khaki chartreuse lime olive cerulean navy violet orchid plum pink and tangerine.

What the Fuck?

I'd just like to say that it has been established that my life is what the fuck. My entire life; past, present, and probably my future is what the fuck. Is it weird that I'm quite please with this establishment?
No.
I think not.

Simplicity of the Early Days

Once upon a time,
Nobody gave a fuck.
We were ignorant and happy,
Innocent and content,
Naive and at peace.
Can we go back to those times?
Times of barbies, and toy trains, and race cars
And when we truly believe in fairies
Innocence in its prime, and purest form
It was our greatest treasure
And we knew nothing of it
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