living in the pursuit of happiness

Are your fire bells ringing?
Are you still finding sleep at night?
Do you feel that smoke under you door?
Do you let it slowly surround, the predator hunting the pray?
 
Who is really in control?
Do you think you have this covered?
Is the familiar sense of drowning in air- the vice to what keeps you up at night?
 
Hanging out of windows, looking down to the floor below.
Then you wonder, what would it feel like to fall?
What would it feel like to simply. not exist?
Drag by drag you wonder why?
Why is this smoke engulfing me whole?
It’s vicer like grip keeping you forever stationary?
 
And all the pieces begin to fall into place.
Your hand begins to shake.
You drop it. It falls.
Smoke gracefully falling behind it. You watch on.
As if in slow motion you blink. You’re falling with it, a trail of smoke at your heel.
You feel sleepy, you feel numb.
The earth getting closer, you stare in amazement at the speed, the sincerity. –you are nearing.
A white light. Complete silence.
Yet you can still see the smoke. The smoke pouring in under the door. The smoke covering your eyes.
 
Are your fire bells ringing?
Are you still finding sleep at night?
Do you feel that smoke under you door?
Will it ever stop
 

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not sure what I'd taken to make this set, hope you likee. written by me. Please comment if you have time

How can something so sincere, be so beautiful?
Your very mind wants to believe it isn’t true, but the truth is in front of you.
Mesmerising, incandescent in your mind, your very soul.
Heavily laced with lies, you struggle with which is real?
A sharp cocktail mixed with the finest strands and blends.
You begin to forget which one you want to be real. Yet you can’t look away
You become intoxicated by it’s very presence.
Which is the true form, the evil within?
The answer is both, and neither.
For how can the fine line be distinguished when you can’t even remember which one is which?
 

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Hope you like? This set took me ages and I'm pretty pleased with the outcome. Poem by me. Please leave a comment if you have time

I will learn to fly,
to come up with my own dreams.
This is a time of change,
time to fly away from the nest and all its securities.
To become independent,
to fly on my own.
To witness love and beauty,
pain and devastation.
I will fly over deserts and oceans,
hunting out forgotten jewels burrowed deep in the earth.
Finding lost lagoons locked away inside the densest forests,
discovering love in it’s purest form.
I will witness a baby being born,
I will watch an old married couple die peacefully in their sleep.
Lives ending,
Lives beginning.
The harsh light I can not stray from,
witnessing and living things you can only dream of.
Never stopping until I am shot down from the sky.
Because once you have tasted the rough rich texture of life itself.
There is no going back from the existance I have chosen.
 

 

 
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Hope you like it, please leave a comment if you have time
For me it’s back to the days of simplicity. At least, only for a while
I am finding a sort of ‘theme’ to most of my sets nowdays.. a ‘bird girl’ thing is going on.. I think I like it..
Myinternet is a bit dodgy, so this set was a '6th time lucky' kind of thing. I will try to post again soon, ..comments will help give me inspiration to make sets faster!!

I fly for those who fell behind me,
who depend on me to carry on.
For they are trapped in cages,
drowning in the sea of nothingness.
The ocean of no possibility,
empty of happiness and love.
Scared to move forwards,
terrified of what could be.
But I won't let that happen,
I owe it to them, to me.
Spiralling into the future,
the place where some are scared to venture.
For they have become trapped by their minds,
making it impossible for them to believe.
To believe in the happiness,
the risk of change too great.
The water is rough,
the path I have taken isn’t easy.
But one day I will make it,
and one day I will be happy with who I am,
because of this journey I know I have to take.
 
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written by me
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thanks inkblots for tagging me, she has some amazing sets, so go check them out!
I tag anyone who has never been tagged before - I have already tagged so many people in the past, so this is pretty much open for anyone.
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Again I am sorry for all the delayed set, I have a lot going on in life right now, but I hope with a positive outlook and luck on my side it should all run smoothly. I will be back and making sets reguarly by the 12th July.. I like this as much as you do. Time could not go any slower at the moment if it tried. Please comment if you have time

Wild hair, she’s unforgiving,
she has no sympathy.
Seeking only revenge,
for she is one of the fallen.
Her once beautiful presence,
Her once timid state, lost.
The one who was never able to simply be,
she seeks vengeance from those who keep her there.
Her years of neglect turning her twisted,
the madness clawing from within.
Her words lethal,
designed to cut, never to heal.
Shrieking into the wind,
clawing at your throat.
The drops of blood, of pain,
she so desperately longs for.
 
For she is the woman of the woods.
Her soul black and twisted,
Heart stopped beating many years ago.
She haunts the young, her words deadly.
Her touch is death.
 
Beware the once beautiful archangel, turned bitter with revenge of those who cut her wings, left to live in the woods.
Until her time comes to be set free.
Free to roam the lands,
Free to kill.
Free to murder the ones who hacked away her soul.
 

 
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hope you like it, I would love it if you could comment.

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this is my first set in a long time, but I'm finding it increasingly hard to get any new sets out,.. but it will definately pick up after May. Sorry for any inconvenience, but I will try my best to update.
I would love it if you could comment

I fall down.
down.
down.
down.
Neverending pain.
Anguish, loss, devistation.
Feeling nothing. Tasting nothing. living. -Nothing.
I keep falling down.
down.
down.
I have no strength left.
Nothing to keep me holding on.
My heart stopped beating. My brain stopped whirring. -Finnished for good.
All hope is gone, nothing but down.
down.
I am decaying from inside, then out.
Darkness evading, blocking all senses,
this time, I can't get up,
I don't think I ever will get back up.
 
I keep falling down.
 

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Written by me, sorry for being away for so long. Please comment if you have time

I hold no gurantees, I hold no promises.
I thrill? a form of hell?, the ride is always unknown.
Why, sign up to this marvelous adventure.
Where time stops, and nothing is as it seems.
Are you ready to step into the unknown?
By coming here, small child, I can gurantee only one;
 
You will not return the way you left .
Because return. You shall not.
 

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Inspired and dedicated to harry lyme (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?id=815379) who creates the most amazing sets, go check them out!

I wanted to make a set on Florence + the Machine - my favourite singer- so I wanted to dedicate a set to her. This set has been sitting in my drafts since last year and I'm still not happy with it but I really hope you all like it, I would love it if you have time to comment

The clotted clumps of ash snow fall on another day,
the backdrop hiding the sorrowful lies and secrets.
A densely populated forest, it's residence with body’s of trunks and hearts of wood.
The arms, like branches screaming a sorrowful song into the hollow wind.
Screaming of the hidden ones, under the darkest of secrets
Their broken dream. A broken promise.
The bones of the immortal, shed in the morning light.
Their promise of release was all lies, the forest consuming the weak.
When the piercing light shines into the trees, the creatures are no more.
Surviving off the deep cold, the echoing of the crows last screech.
Their empty body’s lain in a pile, waiting for their residents.
The residents that will never come.
Only body’s of trunks.
hearts of wood.
 

 
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written by me, I would love it if you have the time to comment, how could I improve it? (aready passed the 50 limit- damn it! haha), thanks