This DOES mean you have to post this journal yourself, and put me in the first slot, since you're getting it from me.
However, this pose looks fun to play with
FateIFate by DuchesseOfDusk
Winter changes to summer,
rhythm of nature,
fate oft he Earth.
Three women hold the thread of life:
spinning wheel, coincidence, inevitable
hour of death.
I don’t want my whole life to be predetermined,
I want to be free.
I don’t believe in fate!
.just try not to. by oaklungs
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
I am a MouseI am a mouse.I am a Mouse by CorporateRockWhore
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist by WordOfChen
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,