MySpace


TheManWhoCantBeMoved

Dylan Guthridge


Last Updated: 11/18/2009

Send Message
Instant Message
Email to a Friend
Subscribe

Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 19
Sign: Libra

City: REEDSVILLE
State: Pennsylvania
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/8/2006

Blog Archive
[Older      Newer]
 /  / 
March 18, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Life
Lately my mind has wondered into the scarred past that constructs the paths I choose today. Everytime I look back I find something new and refreshing that gives insight to the future that waits patiently around the bend. But, I find myself missing select feelings and rituals that aren't present on the new leaf that I have turned over.

My absract mind guides me to wish for and want these feelings that I once held with a loose grip and buttered fingers. I feel that if I had these moments back, or if I somehow joined them in the past, that my soul might be at rest and my heart might strengthen once again.

Like I said before, In these moments that my mind travels, I pick up new insight like a hitchhiker along a cold dusty road. And just like a hitchhiker the parcels of knowlege I find are unpredictable in a certain sense. A hitchiker will always be a person as insight will always be newfound knowlege, but the things a hitchiker might have and the things he might say is subject to change.

I find that what lies within every person is a particular craving. It's a craving that makes a person wonder and ask why. It can be a craving that brings you to a conclusion about this world or new information about yourself.

Whatever conclusion you draw, wanted or unwanted, my advice to you is that you follow your heart and accept whatever insight you find. Choose your path wisely, but choose your path, because if you don't except it you will find yourself sitting, wishing, or waiting. Stuck in time...

You can never predict what lies at the end of the road, but you will never find out if you dont walk down it.
February 21, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  awake


Wow, I have neglected to post anything in a long time
.
I am happy to say that currently things are cruising smoothly in my life. Simple things are more enjoyable now that drugs are not interfering in all my affairs. I found that I can live a much better life.

Looking towards the dark night sky my perception is reborn. Instead of encountering every young boys fear I am faced with the longing journey through a mans shoes. I will hold true to my morals and challenge myself to be the man I was raised to be. I will strive hard to meet the goals that I have prepared myself for and accept unexpected challenges with open arms and a strong spiritual mind.

Beauty to me is the most exhilarating thing to me in this world. 

The flower, to me,  is the most powerful symbol of beauty. Its shape, natural and filled with beauty. It's, texture soft and warming. It's color, bright and invigorating. To me natural beauty is not hard to find. I see it everyday. Just open your eyes and you will see too. I find it everywhere; in art, writing, women, buildings, nature, etc....

Symbolism is very powerful to me and I tend to peer deep into everything (which can be bad sometimes) but, I know I see things so differently from other people. My mind operates on a different channel than others. I want to stand in front of millions and be able to relate with each and everyone of them on a personal level. It  is my dream and I will reach it one day....

I will end this post with a poem. :)

My heart sits in your hands. It beats just for you. I can feel the pain when your grip tightens. My chest tingles and my stomach lifts. I look in to your eyes and envision the tender moments to be shared between us. Your words foreshadow to the beautiful times ahead and the adventures to be taken. Your touch triggers my imagination and I picture us sitting in a beautiful restaurant sharing a romantic dinner. The candlelight flickers and I capture your warming stare. We leave. The night sky is brightened by the beautiful lights of a beautiful big city. A city that I give to you.


It's corny I know........




December 3, 2008 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  inspired
From the inside of my head, to the depths of my heart. Your words will not part me. They linger within. I look to the skies and wonder what comes next. I ponder my fate , my existence. I am only curious. Will I stare into loves eyes once more? Will that feeling caress my heart., free fall to my inner soul, and complete my pursuit of happiness? Or will I be shit on by the likes of heartless bitches. :) Whatever the outcome my will to move on and surpass all the bullshit that life throws at your feet will be strong. I live one life. I have one shot. You cant let the challenges in life make you weak. Strength and courage. Passion, love, and faith will power my decisions and ultimately guide my journey to happiness and success. 
November 30, 2008 - Sunday 

Current mood:  inspired

 RISK


To laugh is to risk appearing a fool
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose your feelings is to risk
exposing your true self
To place your ideal, your dreams before a crowd
is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return

To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure

Yet risks must be taken
Because the greatest hazard in life is risking
NOTHING

The person who risks nothing
Does nothing
Has nothing
Is nothing

Self-realisation is harder than
Self Sacrifice

November 30, 2008 - Sunday 

Current mood:  amused
Category: Writing and Poetry
A Poem Written by an African Shakespeare

Dear white fella
Couple things you should know
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I cold, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black.

You white fella
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey.
And you have the cheek to call me colored?
..tr>..table>

Powered by
Google Translate
English
Albanian
Arabic
Bulgarian
Catalan
Chinese
Croatian
Czech
Danish
Dutch
Estonian
Filipino
Finnish
French
Galician
German
Greek
Hebrew
Hindi
Hungarian
Indonesian
Italian
Japanese
Korean
Latvian
Lithuanian
Maltese
Norwegian
Polish
Portuguese
Romanian
Russian
Serbian
Slovak
Slovenian
Spanish
Swedish
Thai
Turkish
Ukrainian
Vietnamese
October 24, 2008 - Friday 

Current mood:enrolled in a socialist school
Category: News and Politics
go here and read this page

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/chris-rodda/pa-high-school-teacher-re_b_135449.html?page=3&show_comment_id=16942751comment_16942751
September 24, 2008 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  blissful
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am going to start posting a few of my poems on here every week so let me know if you like them.

There is no amount of words that can describe how much I love you. If you were here now you would see a different person. One that said "thanks", "I love you and meant every word. One that held your hand in front of millions and made sure each one of them knew how much he loved and cared for you. But I feel like my river has run dry. All thats left are the cold, pale, and lifeless stones at the bottom. But amidst all the dirt and ruble lies a single withered rose, representing the only hope I have left. Just up on the bank I see you standing, holding a fresh pink rose full of life, the petals glistening, little droplets of water beading down reflecting the sunlight that brightens your smiling face. Your hair is beautifull as the warm wind catches it, Your eyes even bluer than I remember. You dont see me, your looking to the clear blue sky as you bring the rose to your plush red lips that I only dream of kissing. The flower rests just under your nose. I catch the smell of it in the wind, I breathe in deep and exhale along with you. Your eyes begin to wonder and just as they are about to catch mine staring, he comes to take your hand. You give it to him along with your beautiful smile, the pink rose, and the love and happiness we once shared. My heart stops. I am breathless. In the complete silence and stillness I think to myself, If I only had you now......

September 1, 2008 - Monday 
I thought that Goodbye would be hard
But today Goodbye felt right
I'll hide these mem'ries some place safe
Take solace in the night