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Scattered near the wildflowersOur hands met
as we started our long,
The journey seemed to last the rest of our lives.
Pure white ashes hit our skin,
stung our eyes a bit,
as we walked slowly down the driveway.
She wanted to be scattered near the wildflowers.
Prayers leapt from our hearts,
crossed our lips silently
as we reached the end of the dirt and stone path,
as we stopped.
Tears splashed our faces.
as everyone made the journey back,
I found the strength
to lose all strength:
to show emotion,
A warm embrace comes over me:
his loving arms,
my head against his chest,
tears flow freely.
"How am I going to survive without her?"
He looks down at me
and wipes away my tears.
"I promised her I'd take care of you..."
Our hands met once again
as we walked back.
Purposes: a Narrative EssayLeon Morgan
27 Sept 2009
Finding One's Purpose
William E. Gladstone once said: "Never forget that the purpose for which a man lives is the improvement of the man himself, so that he may go out of this world having, in his great sphere or his small one, done some little good for his fellow creatures and labored a little to diminish the sin and sorrow that are in the world." My life was a quiet, some might say isolated, life before I found my purpose, and I had to nearly die twice before I found out what it was, once when I was first born, and once by my own hands over a decade and a half later. Despite the fact that attempting to commit suicide was a selfish act, the mere fact that I survived and came out a better person has become an inspiration to others because I went from being depressed to finding my purpose in life in a few short months, and seeing the selfless, caring, humble person I have become gives people renewed faith in human
untitledA collar around the neck
Not a shackle, but a reminder
of a promise made
A promise of loyalty to one's master
Of perpetual servitude
yet sweet surrender
Of giving all
and expecting none
Complete selflesness never felt so right
Like he is to me
He denies it
but it's the truth
and always will be
No matter how much he says
"I'm nothing special
I don't do anything particularly great
I'm not nice
I'm not that attractive"
I'll always see the truth
I love him with all my heart
and always will
It's the kind of love
that has no name
The kind of love without boundaries
The more I realize about him
the more I realize these things also apply to myself
so maybe I should learn to look at myself the way he sees me
If only for a moment
Hearts Traded in the Night...As she laid her head on my white-furred chest,
and pressed her ear to hear,
she smiled and looked into my eyes,
hers calm, nothing to fear...
I ran my paw through lavender locks,
asked what sound she could hear.
She looked towards me, a pleasant smile,
"Why, your heart beat, my dear.
...Last night I heard but cries of pain,
a heart breaking, belonging to me.
But now, I hear a calming sound."
I say, "My heart... It beats for thee..."
The moon rose high, the lovers fell, paw in paw, or hand in hand,
to sleep --some say, perchance to dream-- as only lovers can...
As she laid her head on my white-furred chest,
and pressed her ear to hear my heart,
she got a terrible look in her eyes;
to me, we were worlds apart...
I ran my paw through lavender locks,
asked what the matter could be.
She looks up towards me, quivering,
"Nothing I hear of thee...
Last night I heard your heart;
it beat, you told me, just for me.
But now I hear a silence,
and I wonder where it c
Waters of Life"Drink from th' River of Life with ye hands cupped, an' drink deeply from 'em, with all haste, for th' Devil always lurks near th' River. If 'e offers thou a vessel from which to quench ye thirst, decline with haste, my friend. His vessel be the Pythagorean cup, a trick meant for th' greedy at heart, and in thine haste, filling th' cup too high shall send th' waters spilling out th' bott'm, leaving thou with an empty vessel and an empty life. Therefore, thou must drink from th' river of life with th' hands God gave ye. Drink deep with ye hands o' flesh, bone n' blood, or drink nary a drop from Lucifer's illusory vessel."
Dancing For Rain: MV Script"Rise Against - Dancing For Rain" Music Video concept
The video starts out slow. It focuses on a chandelier in the room, then pans down to two men. One is an anthropomorphic feline with white fur and brown hair, bright blue eyes. The other is an anthropomorphic wolf with blue fur, white markings underneath. A white crescent moon adorns his forehead. The two are both wearing tuxedoes, the feline wearing a white one, the wolf wearing a black one. The two are dancing slowly, holding each other close. They are lovers. The camera cuts to the ring on Leon's finger. Suddenly, the music turns from a soft guitar intro to a fast-paced, hard-rock song. Sahoni, the wolf, pushes Leon, the feline, away. Leon looks shocked, tears forming in his eyes as he struggles to find out what's wrong. Suddenly, Sahoni vomits up a bit of blood, then collapses, falling to the floor. All this happens in an instant, showing a quick cut of Leon on the phone.
Cut to Sahoni's POV, his eyes opening, vision blurry, he s
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