April 2011
1 post
not-quite-normal:
lostartist:
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February 2011
1 post
December 2010
5 posts
I want to fall in love.
mitsukilvr:
No. You. Don’t.
Yes. You. Do. With the right Person
November 2010
29 posts
What Is Love?
What is love? Love's just a mystery, along unanswered question deep inside of me. What is love? The most unpredictable thing, it can make you laugh, scream, cry or sing. What is love? It can be seen as good or bad, but to most it's just something that one longs to have. What is love? Love is just a mystery and a lot of people are solving it, and one of em's Me.
My Version Of Russia Privjet by Basshunter
People, asketh me things o.o;
Russia Privjet DJD4RKJ3573R Remix →
Well, now my writing is on here too o.o;
Trial by Smile By: Bryan C. Booker
He sat in front of the council, his back hunched forward as if carrying an agonizing burden on his slim yet broad shoulders. He sat on a pedestal set in the middle of a seemingly bottomless chasm in front of a panel of several individuals. They all dressed differently, some in suits and ties, others in casual blue-collar clothes, but all of them shared three things: an air of authority, lifeless...
Three Disciplines By: Bryan C. Booker
The Wanderer
Nomad, some call me. Vagabond, they whisper as I pass. I arrive with the wind, and I leave as swiftly as it changes direction. My home is where I lay my head; my life comes from the land. Mother Earth keeps me in her warm embrace as I traverse her many sights and wonders, destined to wander in her beauty, until the end of time. Call me what you will, but I shall always have the...
The Final Battle of the Warring Saint By: Bryan C....
I stood at the doorway. In front of me was a blood red light coming from an air-vent in the ceiling. There was a voice, calling, beckoning me to come. Warring Saint, come forth…, it called. I stepped forward and searing pain erupted inside of me. I stepped back quickly and the pain ceased. The voice again called my name from where it hid at the end of the hallway. I hesitated, but I knew that I...
Journey Of Derick: The Chronicles of The Warring...
Book I:
Confrontation
I
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Darkness shrouded the hill as a lone figure stood on the edge, looking down upon the valley below. ‘This might be it’, he thought, ‘This may be the key to my redemption…’ Strong was his presence as he peered over at the chasm under him, but also mysterious and withdrawn as if hiding a long kept secret within his dark, hooded form. He...
Blessing Of The Ancient One By: Bryan C. Booker
One foggy night, in old Ireland, A babe was born in a small house on the outskirts of Dublin. It was a peaceful and quiet birth, With some pain for the mother, But not overwhelmingly so. She lay there in her bed And the whole family gathered ‘round As she held her newborn baby boy. It was then in that peaceful moment That a man strode into the room. He was ancient and wore a dark...
A Glimpse Into A Wounded Soul By: Bryan C. Booker
Life’s a blur; A haze before my eyes.
Green lawn chairs, purple skies.
Everything you say confuses me;
My lover ever pleasing and abusing me.
My hair falls in clumps around my face.
Where are my eyes? What is this place!?
I wish I could go back to the last place I remember;
A warm house on a cool December.
My mother, my father, all of my kin,
They all loved me and took me in.
Then I found...
A paper thin vase in a morning storm By: Bryan C....
Feeling empty as a paper thin vase, lightning lights up the sky, Feeling the rain upon my cheek to replace tears long since dried, The thunder roars and whispers in the calm of early morn, And rings against the empty vessel where emptiness has been born. The sky needs not an excuse to let flow its streaming tears, But calms me in its discord as long foreseen fears Now a reality, a cruel...
A Timeless Observation By: Bryan C. Booker (me)
Darkness… Some take comfort in it, others fear it. Some cling to it, and some shy away. Darkness can be a tool, a weapon, a curse or a blessing. You can hide in darkness or you can be swallowed in it so deeply you can never escape. But when you think you can never come out of the darkness you’ve created: a small, bright light shows you the way out of your self-induced prison. Each of the...
Anonymous asked: what is love?
“”If to love is to hate and to hate is to love, then what’s this...”
– A little freestyle thought I had the other day.
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
