Quote from: Nero on April 30, 2008, 07:47:58 AM
I'm surrounded by wolves.

But its okay- I'm a sheep in wolfs clothing

i wonnnn kiillll uuuu

Nine mile skid, on a ten mile ride
hot as a pistol, but cool inside


from robert hunter

In the words of Ondine, who was probably one of my favourite people from the 60s.

To be all man, you have to be all woman

Not only did it make me laugh but i cant relate lol.

A bookish Peter Pan, with a dash of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi's curiosity.  While some think I have grown up, I still retreat to NeverNever Land.

Swimming in molten lead
Hope and efforts gains are just like libido and a race.
Keeping it up
Keeping up

words from a spell by a witch in a magic nobody believed anymore

My life is my dream in which i am in control and where i can be anything i want to be, but everything rarely makes any sense and I'm left with the confusion that can turn my dream into a nightmare.

As a Piscean, my symbol is the fish swimming in both directions at once. It fits. 

I often feel like an M.C. Escher painting in which the stairs or waterfalls are going down and up at the same time, or birds are metamorphosing into shadows...

Zythyra

The bumblebee I saw yesterday that thought it could escape its human prison by pushing through the clear glass of the window.

It believes it can get through if It flies at it hard enough, because of what is clearly on the other side, but is having a hard time doing it, and is damaging its wings.

My life is a comic book, probably published by black horse or vertigo.

Looking for the summer.

A head on collision......harsh...yeah I know.....

gina

My life is a metamorphic virus. It just keeps on changing and adapting. Also because it is very complex in size. (Very controversial  >)

Rusted hulk, Brillo pads came eroding.

As it scraped my flesh and rusted machine,
I saw the weapons other purpose.

Tools of old once used for arcane process, Now used as swords.

Shiny and new, and so honed and sharp. I thought these were used to kill, but rather just sharp enough to create life.

Gaze upon its reflective wonder. This introspection no longer has a sheath- Now forever armed to the teeth.


The light bouncing off my insides illuminate things close
I have no clue what to even write anymore
The wonder distracts me

A shiny ball of complexity, exploding screamless into the next dimension.

An old dog learning new tricks.

Mistress Janet

A farmer blowing his nose in his shirt.

..........

I don't know what it means either.

I got two
1/Life is one big First Person Shooter (FPS)/Role Playing Game (RPG) game we all play, the only difference between life and a game is this, you only get one life, no restarts, saves, retrys, continues, reloads or cheat codes and there is only one game over.
This one is rather long thought of mine looking at my life in this sense. Okay more like a Poem
2/ Awakening from a hidden dream I see myself that can't be seen. I wish to finally break away, to see the light another day. Lost inside a Nightmare scream I wish to see beyond my dreams. Tear apart these tears inside, open my heart and wake inside my mind. To tear apart from my dream, awaken unto another fear. All that was left was rage inside, hidden back behind my own eyes. I can now escape away, to see the world on this day.

Abstract sense, such as smell. Fragrance. Perfume. 

*smiles*

An irresistable force meeting a not-quite-immovable object.