Why Does the Willow Tree Weep? by LithiumJones, literature
Literature
Why Does the Willow Tree Weep?
Why does the willow tree weep?
The willow tree weeps for the other half it lost long ago,
Joined together by root, the first two lived in harmony,
They were one being, one soul,
Each drew nourishment for the other,
Never seeking for their own,
When man came, he split their root,
Making what lived as one, now two,
The willow grew weak, collecting only for itself,
It's branches fell low, the ground underneath being swept,
As the willow, forlorn, now wept.
Ebb and flow of life and tide, forever without end,
We cannot fight it, cannot deny it,
The moonlit shores forever at her whim.
Though not always in view, her pull is always felt,
Drawing him in, to the end of time, hoping for a glimpse.
Her beams of light, beyond beauty do they shine,
Kissing the night with her tender lips.
Your words, they make me smile,
They make me cry,
Telling a bittersweet truth within a lie,
How you form them and shape them,
Like a promise, hoping no one will break them.
Your words, they make me grimace,
They make me laugh,
Painting a picture of a multicolored giraff,
The way they speak and whisper,
Just like a dear lover, wishing to be tender.
Your words, how I am in love with your words.
Satan, are you trying to break me down,
Trying to shatter my spirit as with a rock from the ground,
Difficult it is to build confidence,
And harder to rebuild yet without your interference,
Leave me be, satan, get thee behind me,
I want no part of it, not a taste of your bitter candy,
Before I call upon my LORD, get thee hence,
Before I ask Him to make you pay recompense,
I will not ask again prince of lies,
With you I shall make no compromise!
Putting myself out there, vulnerable to love...
This heart of mine is kept in a glass case,
Shielded from the wares of emotion,
Yet scars can still be seen,
One is but a nick, a slash, another a large gash,
But down the center lies a stitch which flies straight and true,
Proving evidence of a heart that still remembers how to love.
In My thoughts, In My Heart by LithiumJones, literature
Literature
In My thoughts, In My Heart
In my thoughts she dwells,
Waiting upon our moonlit tryst
My heart in anticipation swells,
Longing to give but one kiss.
Once you told me not to fall for you,
Yet how can I help but fall,
You have captured my heart
With all that you are.
Why Does the Willow Tree Weep? by LithiumJones, literature
Literature
Why Does the Willow Tree Weep?
Why does the willow tree weep?
The willow tree weeps for the other half it lost long ago,
Joined together by root, the first two lived in harmony,
They were one being, one soul,
Each drew nourishment for the other,
Never seeking for their own,
When man came, he split their root,
Making what lived as one, now two,
The willow grew weak, collecting only for itself,
It's branches fell low, the ground underneath being swept,
As the willow, forlorn, now wept.
Ebb and flow of life and tide, forever without end,
We cannot fight it, cannot deny it,
The moonlit shores forever at her whim.
Though not always in view, her pull is always felt,
Drawing him in, to the end of time, hoping for a glimpse.
Her beams of light, beyond beauty do they shine,
Kissing the night with her tender lips.
Your words, they make me smile,
They make me cry,
Telling a bittersweet truth within a lie,
How you form them and shape them,
Like a promise, hoping no one will break them.
Your words, they make me grimace,
They make me laugh,
Painting a picture of a multicolored giraff,
The way they speak and whisper,
Just like a dear lover, wishing to be tender.
Your words, how I am in love with your words.
Satan, are you trying to break me down,
Trying to shatter my spirit as with a rock from the ground,
Difficult it is to build confidence,
And harder to rebuild yet without your interference,
Leave me be, satan, get thee behind me,
I want no part of it, not a taste of your bitter candy,
Before I call upon my LORD, get thee hence,
Before I ask Him to make you pay recompense,
I will not ask again prince of lies,
With you I shall make no compromise!
Putting myself out there, vulnerable to love...
This heart of mine is kept in a glass case,
Shielded from the wares of emotion,
Yet scars can still be seen,
One is but a nick, a slash, another a large gash,
But down the center lies a stitch which flies straight and true,
Proving evidence of a heart that still remembers how to love.
In My thoughts, In My Heart by LithiumJones, literature
Literature
In My thoughts, In My Heart
In my thoughts she dwells,
Waiting upon our moonlit tryst
My heart in anticipation swells,
Longing to give but one kiss.
Once you told me not to fall for you,
Yet how can I help but fall,
You have captured my heart
With all that you are.
If you have ever faked a smile
Slit your wrist
Cried yourself to sleep
Wished yourself gone
Chased a dream (and lost it)
Ended up in a nightmare…
Broken down
Turned away from your “friends”
Been bullied
Been stereotyped
Tortured yourself over an error
Hated yourself…
Wished,
Dreamed,
Lost,
Died inside,
Feared.
If you are a victim…
Remember to stay strong.
Because you’re only a survivor
If you
NEVER
Give
Up.
Dad,
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Anymore.
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
On me.
I hate
This rage I carry
Nobody sees,
I hide it so well
At times it even surprises me.
The damage these fists could make,
I'd break the door,
Shatter that glass,
"Why am I so angry?"
You may ask.
A deep, violent stare
Would be my reply,
Because honestly, really,
I don't know why.
It's just always been there.
It scares me some times,
This rage within me,
It scares me because
I like setting it free.
In confronting my low self-esteem I have been attempting to discover who I really am inside. For all the negative, there is a greater positive. Though I feel unattractive, I have a beautiful heart; though I feel worthless, I am priceless to my family and friends; though I feel lonely, I am surrounded by God’s love; though I feel unwanted, I am desired by God. My soul is that of a poet. My love for the people in my life is unconditional. For the woman who falls in love with me, I will show her more love than she has ever known from any man. She will know she is appreciated. I am loved, and I have a handful of friends to whom I can tell all. My friends do not want me to live in pain. Many are willing to open their hearts to receive me. God’s blessings are upon me. With Jesus as my shepherd I shall not want. In my weakness God’s strength is perfect. Jesus is my Lord. He is my savior and my friend and my Father in Heaven, Glorious Redeemer, Wonderful Counselor. To find love for myself, I must open my heart to God’s love for me. “Cause how many kings stepped down from their thrones? How many lords have abandoned their homes? How many greats have become the least for me?”*
* “How Many Kings” by Downhere
Favourite Movies
The Last Samurai, Warrior's Way (notice a theme here?)
Favourite TV Shows
Justified, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the original goodness)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
City and Colour
Favourite Writers
Robert Frost, Garth Nix
Favourite Games
Monster Hunter, Infamous franchise, Shadow of the Collossus
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