AvoidingCliches

Be angry... Slow to wrath Be angry. a time to kill If you didn't love me so much, you'd be a rotten wrecked mess. Sin not. Of great undersanding SIN NOT. a time to heal If twenty times the man is a fifth of the power, then what's left for a greedy pauper? Letting go is the sincerest form of love, and gentleness the most accurate blade.

Fill the loneliness with empty hearts, Round circles encasing lost works of art; It's not real, It's not me. But when anything says that Everything gives, Then I've got nothing left to think. Spit out this life: "You'd like to try some. I'd like to die some." Then GO! And search for husky moans Where nothing is left but skin and bones And everyone hopes that everyone knows Just what you can do. Spit out this line: "I'll have none of that! … But maybe some here, Or, hmm, some of this…" Shakes head in wonder And shakes fists in hate. These chains are not fit for meat So I guess I'll stop chewing.

His fingers have decayed to a rotting state. Not physically- his fingers still "function" perfectly "normal," only this time, they don't make music. A guitar rests in his lap, he picks it up to play it. He plucks a few notes, strums a few chords, runs through a few scales... and nothing. The air is no more filled with music than Sol is filled with water. Try as he may, there's no life to it. Previously beautiful chords become nothing more than vibrating air- there's no life to it. Segments of songs become just that- disconnected, lifeless measures held together merely by rhythm, which becomes irregular at times. Fingers remember positions, b

Does the sun not set on all creatures? It's all a matter of when and where. Does one take a plane or car to follow the sun? Nay, lest it be a fruitless; a futile endeavor. But it remains that all must prepare for the inevitable darkness. Perhaps we shall learn the beauty of the stars. Eventually.

I know you. I know your Past. You know yourself. You know your Past. These are Separate, but have become jointed- Don't define yourself by where you were. Don't define yourself by where you are. Define yourself by where you can go. You don't see Potential? It's there. I know you. -Faith Stop thinking about who you are, and focus on the fact that you are and that you Can Be, still. -Faith Demons will haunt us- torture of the Past,   apathy for the present,     fear of the Future. I know you. I Love you. Love yourself. I once spoke of Progression; "With blind eyes as guides, and neutrality our banner, Do we not offer our