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whyismyfishred
28 October 2010 @ 12:51 pm
 Sometimes I think you’re the only person in the world with me.
The silent airs around us coat the mood of our time together.

Most of the evening there is an indescribable curiosity,
That even the nighttime stars cannot answer.
Mild expressions pass from you to me,
Me to you. 
However dark the night,
It’s impossible to swallow back the absoluteness of my heart.

You control the mind’s eye with the simplest of intention.
And the world you conceive is hidden deep down in your soul.
‘The Springtime mountain range won’t be the same without you’.

The sound of your heartbeat is the only way I know you’re real.
And the quaking of the rhythmic pendulum of time draws me to fascination.
How long do you think I will be alive inside you?

The Space of spirits can stretch across the universe and back,
However a passing by satellite cannot even pick up the aura though its strength is immense.
Don’t fear, however, for my heart is open like the fresh golden morning.
 
 
Current Mood: goodgood
 
 
whyismyfishred
21 October 2010 @ 05:09 pm
Tie me down and burn down the room.
Because - as long as my spirit is released from the dark, my dreams will carry.
There is a center of terror and inspiration that now flows viciously in my blood.
Why does is matter how the seeker of souls captures mine?
After all, every living creature dies alone.
Out, out of my head and up to the planetary divide of tangible and universal.
Life still remains in the places my heart has touched -
The slightest gleam of light spilling onto their bodies…
There is a darkness that holds my tongue sharply and freezes the nerves.
It is a constant fever that paralyzes the body and eludes the mind
Day after night.
And so the hazy life I fail to perceive knocks my heart into the mighty seas,
Down, dripping, broken.
I am forgotten at the bottom of the trenches,
Nothing to misconceive or dream about.
Because what’s the point of climbing back up?
Already burned and ashed, cut and raw,
Who wants to watch you crash and shatter?
But in the end, I close my eyes, and remember,
Every living creature dies alone.
I am released from this mad world.
 
 
whyismyfishred
28 September 2010 @ 09:44 pm
Tie me down and burn down the room.
Because - as long as my spirit is released from the dark, my world will carry.
There is a center of terror and inspiration that now runs in my blood.
What does is matter how the seeker of souls captures mine?
After all, every living creature dies alone.
Out, out of my head and up to the planetary divide of tangible and universal.
Life still remains in the places my heart has touched -
The mountain.
There is a lot of darkness clouding the high altitude of my dwelling.
It is a constant fever that paralyzes the body and eludes the mind
Day after night.
And so the hazy life I fail to perceive knocks my heart into the mighty seas,
Down, dripping, broken.
I am forgotten at the bottom of the trenches,
Nothing to misconceive or dream about.
Because what’s the point of climbing back up?
Already burned and ashed, cut and raw,
Who wants to watch you crash and shatter?
But in the end, I have closed my eyes, and remember,
Every living creature dies alone.
I am released from this mad world.
 
 
whyismyfishred
14 September 2010 @ 02:54 pm
Go.  
The instability of my surroundings is unseen.
I am a scratch in the cheap woodwork.
Nothing—dust--insignificant to the greater scheme of things.
But I always am here forcing your courage inside you.
You’re suffocating now I hope.
But at least at this point, you still have the ability to breathe.
Numbness centers on the brain and you are a number.
Torture yourself to success.
Feed on your need to collapse.
Get into your inner-workings and finally fall.
Fall from your fluffy, planet westward
And break the tragedy.
Go.
 
 
 
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whyismyfishred
12 July 2010 @ 11:54 pm
2/20  
Starting tomorrow

20 pounds off in 2 months.

30-60 minutes of biking / 100 minimum sit-ups (gradually increased)

3 meals a day / under 2,300 calories per day

Let's do it.
 
 
Current Mood: awake
 
 
 
whyismyfishred
20 June 2010 @ 07:35 pm
no  
No more!!!!!!!!!!
 
 
whyismyfishred
27 May 2010 @ 06:38 pm





There are places we can't return.
 
 
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whyismyfishred
25 May 2010 @ 01:16 pm

Dear Mr. Thompson,

            This year I have had the pleasure of having you as a teacher for Algebra 2. It has been a very essential class for me to graduate with the class of 2010. Last year I had unfortunately not done very well and had to take the class over this year. However, this year I have done significantly better in the subject. The reason for this I believe is because I have had quite an excellent educator.  

            I am writing you this letter because I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and respect you as a teacher and person. You have always allowed me to speak to you about things after school and have always made yourself readily available for my educational needs even with a student teacher. I have never felt more welcomed as a student than I have in your class. It means a lot. You’re personal and care for your students and it shows.

            As the year for me comes to a close, I wanted to make sure you understood how you have helped me. You are my favorite math teacher I have ever had, and are the only one who could really make me understand it. You’re a wonderful person and I am very much honored that I have had the opportunity to have you as a teacher. You won’t be forgotten. I wish you the best in your life and your career.  

 

Sincerely,

Mary Michalak


I miss him so badly.

 
 
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whyismyfishred
12 May 2010 @ 09:37 pm
The slightest essence of you gets my eyes burning
Time is a spiraling manifestation of love turned tragic
It is beauty
From the form of your numbers on paper
to your natural scent as you brush past me
it smothers my heart
You re perfect
Even when I hate you
you re perfect
The crows feet around your lively eyes
the curve of your nose
the form of your lips
it s unreal
Your hands have aged and wrinkled so
The strides you take are filled with purpose
And there
The way you taunt me so
Slipping your wedding ring on and off
on and off
on and
I want to throw it into the wind to be shattered like dust
But I wouldn t
As much as I want you in this lifetime
it won t be
Just do me one thing
Remember me
After all you ll never be hurt by words left unsaid
actions left undone
This universe will show no signs of my love for you
To take everything from you and make it mine
it is committing a murder
So I ll live out my years in fantasy
guilty pleasure
You will move on in life and never understand
the tragic beauty you created
You re so powerful
because you are imperfect
You ve stripped me of mere emotion
and replaced it with passion
Every night I ll go to sleep and dream of kissing you
and in a perfect world being just with you
and loving you
and living for you
I just want to say goodbye
my almost lover
my hopeless dream
 
 
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whyismyfishred
09 May 2010 @ 05:15 pm









Love is intangible.
<3
 
 
 
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