Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может (In Another Tongue)

October 23, 2010
As you lay so careless, silently replenishing your mind by resting your tiresome soul, I decide to write. 2:37 a.m. Wide awake. My body ache's, my brain throbs and my heart pounds with every word that is written. I grow weary yet my love for you is unbreakable; unable to alter itself into a weak form, a less concentrated form. Its such a beautiful thing to love you, to care so much for another person, on the same level that you care about yourself. What you do, how you think, your current condition, state of mind etc. reflects me. My body, yours, My heart, yours, My soul, yours. I give my all to you without worrying about the repocussions of my actions; I put my trust in you. My love. My joy. My life.


Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
 
-Just when I began to extinguish this burning flame inside of me for you, you came along and ever since, this flame has grown so intensely 9|8|10

 

Test Me Now

August 8, 2010
I am a fool.
I am a fool for wanting you,
for allowing you to consume me & spit me out
into your replica.
I am a fool for being your drone, your mind controlled victim.
I am a fool for letting you in.
I am a fool for falling in love with you.
I am a fool for allowing you to hurt me.
I am a fool for not listening to the warnings others gave to me.
I am a fool for becoming attached to your life, re-attaching myself to your blood line.
I am a fool for lying to myself about the future, our "futur...
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My heart in his hands, it's too bad, no regrets.

August 1, 2010
Dear Dearest,
I can’t be around you anymore. The very sound of your voice sickens me. The very sight of your face mocks me constantly of what I wanted to have, what I needed to have for months secretly contemplating when I would utter those words. Oh those damned words. You + Me. A mathematical equation. Yet those damned words changed us forever; what I would only have hoped would last forever turned into a forever minus you. We became a mathematical equat...
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Summer 2010*

July 2, 2010
I've taken time off from blogging and the entertainment industry to focus on myself and indulge on life! I'm excited to share all of the influences in my life with all of you in the form of media. For the summer I plan to writing (well continue writing actually) my Screenplay "The Screamer". Additionally, I will be focusing on a modeling project for my dear friend Abenna Kelman who is a very creative photographer. Check out her work at http://Abennaphotography.tumblr.com

I also will be postin...
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The Monster

June 6, 2010

The monster came.

He fell right through the ceiling.

It was late, late at night.

He must have been watching us from up there, way up high.

From a place unimaginable; a place among the stars.

A place where beauty lies, where dreams come true,

The birthplace of mystery.

And he fell right through our ceiling.

Leaving a hole that broken the barrier between our “reality”

And our most desirable “dreams”.

And it stood there, as if to mock us.

In our humanly...


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The Final Week Of Green

June 6, 2010
So this is it. This is the final week of the challenge to go green. I’m astonished at how much I accomplished and how “economically conscience” I became. Originally, the 30 days of green challenge was my concept and I brought it to the attention of my fabulous English Honors teacher Mrs. Tracy Cook-Person because she is widely respected and listened to throughout my school community. She then in turn took my seed and planet a colorful garden with it; many of my peer...
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ADD-iction

May 22, 2010

I press it to my lips.

Captivating me within moments of our interaction.

It stings my lips and ‘poisons’ my tongue.

Its explosive nature, held in the palms of my hands.

Yet I want more and more.

Addiction arises.

My downfall begins.

It becomes my religion, my ritual.

I pray to its ‘greatness’

While it prays for my blood to run cold.

I have become its prey.

I am now its slave.

Its poison runs through my veins now.

No escape routes, the end is near.

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The Sixteenth-Twenty-Third Days of Green

May 22, 2010
Crisis has hit in a major way. Almost a month ago there was an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Hearing this news saddened me because I immediately thought of all the animals that might have been caught in the middle of the oil spill. Being the big animal lover that I am, I wanted to help out in any way possible; the best way being to donate Dawn liquid soap to an organization that cleans animals and all other wildlife caught in these oil spills. So my plan of action is b...
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Dear Friend,

May 16, 2010

You disgust me.

The way you disappeared when my life was crumbling,

Being shattered pulled apart.

When I shed tears over and over and over again.

Why weren’t you there to wipe my tears?

Why weren’t you there to make my darkest reality

Into a beautiful outcome?

Why did YOU leave?

I was left to fend for myself, without basic necessities, without

A helping hand, in the darkness of the night, in the bitter wind of winter.

I took a subway train to the last sto...


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The Eighth-Fifteenth Days of Green

May 16, 2010
This week was awesome! Last night I attended a fashion show, which was held at Fashion Institutes. The students who attend that school created all of the pieces; all of the pieces craft-fully displayed of their hard work contributed to their specific piece. After the fashion show was over, my peers and I went to 67 burger to eat. 67 burger is a “hip, young and retro approach to today’s modern burger joint.” Think of McDonalds in the next 20 years or so. I couldn’t...
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Peyton Dupre ...And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must", then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

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