An ex Fiancee's memory by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
An ex Fiancee's memory
When a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you
Rest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Ins
My Life, My Family, My way of being by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
My Life, My Family, My way of being
One year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One fear,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
One hope,
Something gone and never forgotten,
To cope,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
We live,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
We give,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant hea
And as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
D
Looking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left
Life's cruel journey by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
Life's cruel journey
Bless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating h
Forget not the Truth by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
Forget not the Truth
Faith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that c
Why is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing t
An ex Fiancee's memory by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
An ex Fiancee's memory
When a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you
Rest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Ins
My Life, My Family, My way of being by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
My Life, My Family, My way of being
One year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One fear,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
One hope,
Something gone and never forgotten,
To cope,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
We live,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
We give,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant hea
And as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
D
Looking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left
Life's cruel journey by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
Life's cruel journey
Bless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating h
Forget not the Truth by CartierBarbosa, literature
Literature
Forget not the Truth
Faith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that c
"Haha, you're right, it's true!" I giggled over conversation I was having with old friends. I hadn't seen them in a long time and I was dying to know what they had been up to.
"So Aliki darling, what have we missed with you?" Nowainé asked me. "And what about you over there?" I followed her gaze to see my new husband who was looking into nothingness lost in his thoughts.
"Hey!" I nudged him. He looked up at me without a word. "Nowainé is talking to you."
"Oh," he leaned back and passed his hand over his face and into his hair. "Sorry, had a long night the other day. What's up?"
"Hehe, I can't say I've ever heard that one before!" she lau
Beaten and broken for things I do not know.
Punished and tortured for people I once loved.
Veins throb with blood that wants to be free,
Temptation tells me to leave what's dear to me.
But that is not the way I want to go.
Your prejudices follow me like a shadow eternally bond.
Raped of love and left to die.
Grudges for my beliefs.
Blood and tears leak from my eyes,
They drip on your face, but you don't care.
I bet your lies made you fat,
Your hypocrisy grows from your hair.
I suffer for the crime, but it is you who is red!
Internally I burn, while you're out of the fire.
Your prejudices follow me like a shadow eternally bond.
I love to write always have, I also love reading. My hope one day is to either write a full length novel or get into journalism of some sort, how I have no idea because I am a very introvert person I find talking and speaking fical things because you can never really know what exactly to say...Writting just makes everything easy and clear not really open to misinterpretation but instead to interpretation :P there is no such thing as a badly written thing with me because everyone has something to say but maybe not the best way to say it so writting of everysort is a way to communicate that cant be shut down or forgotten...the written word will live on far beyond the time that house the fadded memories of spoken stories
Current Residence: The Soo Favourite genre of music:I am really not picky and will listen to anything Favourite style of art: hmm probably abstract Operating System: windows of course MP3 player of choice: ipod Favourite cartoon character: Spawn or Naruto Personal Quote: Que Sera, Sera
Favourite Movies
of all time? Gladiator
Favourite TV Shows
Game of Thrones, Big Bang Theory, Torchwood, Outcasts
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I listen to what ever moves me at the time
Favourite Books
Any Jonathan Mayberry or Naomi Klein or Phillip Paulman novels
Favourite Writers
Shakespear above most all else
Favourite Games
Poker, Chess, Chinese Checkers, COD or Black Ops 1 or 2, Assassin's Creed Series, MINECRAFT!
Over a year and my life is still so very unclear...
Been really busy with life and dropping out of university trying to get a better job pay down some debt help out with my family so stress has had me unable to post at all for a long time but I am still writting so over the next couple days I will have stuff going up
Been around keeping busy doing who fucking knows what and working...you know that thing we all have outside of of the internet oh yeah a life...anyways will start posting poetry and shit again soonish once I get my shit back in order and ducks in a line
So been told how many effing times to keep my head up this week and stop staring at my feet so I really guess I should start doing that I will say this though it is good to be a good mood since my ex left me....even through all the bullshit I have pulled through so have to thank people who actually read my work and those who have stood by me in this depressing time and say that no i will not back down and no I will not just sit back and watch the world pass me by, because there is always hope even in the darkest places of our lives. :D
hey babe, this is the style of pictures Id use to flatter women who are on the bigger side, [link] . That picture and others like the ones in that girl's gallery.