CrippledDefiance

Long lost truths with the depths of pure Heartache

I love you like the flowers love the rain and the way they bask within the sweet morning sun. Or the way a midnight creature beckons for the moon with an owl alongside their call. It isn’t easy, but I love you like a mother’s weep after setting free her eldest child… I love you like a fish out of water caught when the river runs deep. It’s simple too, because I can, though I can’t help it at the same time. Your heart is like a treasure, I will cherish and look after daily. Your soul inside my own, I will forever keep.

aubreep:

Chuck Palahniuk.

he seriously has the best quotes.

(via justletmefallxo)

Untitled: When It’s Not Worth It.

I need a place to run and hide, 

but not a place to exempt myself from the world..

but one to fight for what is good,

what is just, and what is reasonable.

The outside, looking in,

I would have to disagree.

because it is much more easier than this,

than throwing life a way.

Resume your ground and take baby steps

Re align yourself with what you want 

for YOU and your life, not for what they tell you.

~*)i(*~

I need a place to run and hide,

where I can be happy, away from the stresses of this world.

Because it’s not worth seeing the dying faces,

of the old and of the new - confused.

Resume your ground and take baby steps

I cannot fight for you but only wish the best.

I will once again take my place

and live peacefully in my wonderland.

Goodbye my friend, for it is what you do that makes me think

But if it is what you must, don’t think twice

Just remember my advice..

I cannot fight for you..

but that you can, for yourself, and live on in your own wonderland.. too.

If Only

That’s the thing about my Honesty and I

When I speak of something once, it remains Forever

Whether there be a doubt within you only means you aren’t 

my greatest Endeavor

Because it takes a real person to read between the lines, to read between these Eyes.

and an even greater one to be a hand that Follows,

that Listens.

Because beating hearts don’t remain Forever, and not even the shallowest of Souls.

~*)i(*~

Rethink your step, and monitor your Pace.

Has it been a lifetime since this last embrace?

Remember what I told you during that day you drowned in Fear?

my Honesty never betrays, nor did my Love for you, darling dear.

It takes a real person to connect, to develop and to grow -

by the ways of another.. that is something to always Know.

Although do not Conform.

It takes a real person to discover

that a soul can be broken, lost and hurting..

However can still remain the purest of what is on all accounts to be True.

Between the lines of skin, bones and an individual Silhouette: Accepting what’s not Expected

  We live in a world that’s constantly changing, and one thing that’s on my mind at this particular moment is the human body. Our culture is never accepting of it, nor are we ever to be happy with our own. Passing daily between the mouths of adults both young and old are the words, thin, fat, or recognizing people as being ‘skinny as a rail,’ or ‘as big as a horse.’

Never are we truly satisfied with our bodies as a whole, and use society as a blueprint for what we are made out to be in comparison of those around us. Well I say fuck society. It does not live our life for us, not to mention, determine our mental or emotional state of being, feelings or thought process at any given time.  

It is okay to be comfortable with our bodies. It is perfectly alright to say ‘Yes, I am beautiful,’ and to have a healthy confidence. This is very true, however many of you have become skeptic of these words and have even doubted their true meaning when trying to brand them within the stone cold truth of your mind. 

Furthermore, it is understandable that my point may be taken lightly, or rather personal…but I’m not here to please anyone, but to only bring up a subject that is rarely taken into complete thought amongst my generation. 

Sure, the ideas and subjects of changing ones self to fit in is always contemplated, but never is the idea of accepting ones self as is, or loving a natural body of what we were born into - it is just simply unheard of. 

In fact, I don’t even think it’s really discoverable that we are degrading our ancestors and family members of our own physical make-up. What is to be interpreted if young adults are constantly griping about how they wish they were different in appearance, physical feature etc.? It projects a negativity in which no one wants to harbor but ultimately pursues because not one person wants to stray away from what is accepted.

No one is real anymore. Plastic surgery, diet pills, weight loss programs, and even going to the extent of mutilating oneself.. it’s terrible, it’s horrific, and defiling against what we are known to be as individuals. Nothing is unique about conforming to the wastelands of media and the brainwashed communities of commercial barbies. We can’t embrace the idea of who we are.. we wouldn’t have an idea of who we are if we are constantly having an open ear to what is ‘in,’ ‘cool,’ ‘sexy’ or ‘desirable.’

I understand this first hand. Embrace your body (both men and women). Embrace and begin to create new ides of positive re enforcement within your mind. It all begins with where we surround ourselves and with what we spend majority of our time doing. If we as people, as teenagers, as anyone in this world - if we cannot begin to devote our time to evaluating how we see ourselves, reflecting on who we are, and come to a conclusion on what we want in life individually.. we will fail.

Overall, our paths within enlightenment will destroy our minds if we are not optimistic in regards to new perspectives… or grasping our own personas within a new light. It is important to have self awareness, as well as acceptance. Not one person on this earth is the same, nor do we have to be. It is allowed and even proven that we are not perfect. Perfection is non existent my friends.. 

But the beautiful thing about that is…

we can love and adore every single inch of what is not magazine read, or seen on t.v.

It’s your own style, your own skin, your own soul. And that can outshine any physicality that is mounted on the pedestal of the world we live in. The only person, the only thing, the only words spoken in which we can align to is our own.

I myself, have repeated these words. I can only bring happiness to no one but myself, for myself, in order to be successful and truly happy. I do not allow the other words and accusations of other people bring me down anymore; and as I have said before, nor should you. 

It’s a waste of sweet time and energy to look into a mirror and come up with millions of reasons why we should be different, or why we should look, feel or act a certain way because of what is known or common to that of which surrounds us. Be positive, and in simple terms, de stress the way you live each day by reminding yourself..

 “‘I am my own person. I live my own life. Not one is the same, nor can be compromised by a hand other than my own. I was made the way that I am for a reason, as is the next person to me. I am beautiful in every way..because beauty is born in several ways. I am strong, and in believing this, why devote my energy to pleasing this world? It’s bullshit. I’m living for me. And I enjoy what I see - I am content and satisfied with the way that I am. Anything else…wouldn’t be me.’”

  ~*)i(*~

Within the pages of when you Can’t sleep, Call me crazy with my Honesty

This is the time to drop everything and to spread your wings, crack open the books of what is true and what is pure. It’s not about fighting, or what he/she said many years ago..but making peace with what we have now and ridding of what was lost. It’s the time to come with what is honestly just, and to believe that you are strong. Not a thing on this earth can restrain you, and not a person can hold you back - even death. It can’t over take you, and denial isn’t the answer. Running always won’t solve your problems because you have much more sense to be applied. Don’t ever tell me that love was not found, because it remains, we just have to rethink our path. The time is now for understanding. Erasing all of the bullshit and the lies; opening up our faces to what is real and alive… what effects us and what we can do away with. The mind works in interesting ways.. and right now it’s wheels are turning. It’s time to breathe and time to grasp and embrace what is really happening. My generation is losing it’s touch.. but I won’t be one in a million casted away from who is real…and who is raw. <3

                                                         ~*)i(*~

“Waking up to my favorite music makes it better when you’re not around. Waking up alone makes the time worth spent with you, better to be found. It doesn’t matter if you have to stay, or if you have to go, as long as my love for you is something you’ll always know. Because you’re the melody, you’re the beat, the other half to this play list in my life, a constant sound I sink my ears into, where in your arms, I find my comfort to continue to play. You’re eyes are my video, your kiss; the best part. Your heart is my song. And if I searched for another, a pure satisfaction nor happiness would never be obtained.” <3~

Untitled

Towering high, the creature soars by fragile shoulders, amongst all it weeps. By night it beckons the moon of company, for morning, it will not keep. Her beauty shines so pure, but by the evil of warmth, so deep, it burns. Searing into her wings, sunlit rays capture the butterfly, and by her every breath, she falls under deceit. Only leaving part of her soul behind..that of which projects from the mother of starry night. The glow…amongst death, amongst darkness; the radiance is not what keeps us alive, but is the diamond of hope. The signal of what was weak, pronounced strong by the details of the little one’s life, is that piece of royalty in the sky.

It wasn’t a family that kept glued this winged beauty’s heart…nor happiness, nor power, or the recognition of glory, but the art of living and living on her own..that gave this frail creature contentment, and the willfulness to part. The moon was her friend, but within it’s sparking eyes each night, she could tell that it was more…between the two, that inspired her daily flight. She would keep what she had known in her hallow deceased heart… She would remember who pushed her enough to grow and advance…the one who continued with life. Atop her grave, a flower wilts in oil spilled with blood. Caught were the tears from the hovering moon above, letting down forgotten love. The butterfly had never known of such, but because of her humble inspiration while lived.. That of which was shed on her dirt, remained…and will forever be apart of the unhealed dead.

~*)i(*~