As the essences of Chi align the Phrana energies emerge,
Then the Aura manifests as the souls Chakras converge,
And as our will gazes introspectively at its true nature,
The spirit connects skywards towards the infinite creator.

Then as Gaia's Lay-Line forces glow from below to above,
They resonate in our higher self the feelings of true love,
And as the high-sun illuminates your spirit in its golden beams,
Your higher power is reconnected to your hopes and your dreams.

my heart split in two.one side filled with memories, the other side died with you. i often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep,and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheek rembering you is easy,i do it every day buut missing you is a heartache that never goes away,i hold u tightly within my heart and there you will remain you see life has gone on without you but will never be the same

Crafted one year ago today
yours truly – hopefully self plagiarism okay
worse case scenario,
I would meet ill fate re: kenway
named after Assassin Creed
Black Flag's protagonist.

"Yo, I totally Kenwayed that guy."
by Bilbusbagginzies

Since the very day I was born
My dependence began

I relied upon my mother and father
To feed, clothe and nurture me
They taught me how to walk
How to read and write
And how to pray

My brother's and sisters taught me
Ways to interact as a family
How to deal with pain, with love
They succeeded in developing a unit
That would provide caring, safety and hope

My teachers taught me
How to how to read
And write more effectively
How to interact with other students
How to achieve my goals

A place of worship
Is where my body fell.
Am I alive?
Is this hell?
I now only serve as sacrificial flesh
I am willing, if it makes you smile a little longer.
The night sky holds
No stars for me
I look down,
a small patch of grass
The broken frame of who I once was
Lies before me,
It's eyes move.
It can still see.
I am,
and I always will be,
that small broken body on the ground
Sounds of people walking by
As if it doesn't matter

I taught you to drive in my five-hundred-dollar car
with power everything from Detroit.
Some of it still worked, if coaxed.

The fucking brakes were so sensitive
I hit my head on the dash
when you pressed the pedal too hard.
The car stopped, but not my memories.

We drove to the beach at night
and launched bottle rockets out into the sea
from the pitted chrome fender.
Maybe the only thing left on the exterior
that hadn’t completely surrendered to rust.

That time we made the music teacher cry
Before the silent waiting keyboards and an unruly class of angry young girls
She was new and we were unfamiliar
I cannot recall her name

That time we made the music teacher cry
I admired her slight punk look and boyish hairstyle
A certain hit with the class surly ? I think as
I entered the room with quite respect
assessing the silence