I want to give up
To just let go.
To submerge myself
Drift to sleep.
Close my eyes
and never wake up.
I want to die
To say goodbye
To bid adeau
heh
to become le poo.
I don't want pleasure
I don't want pain.
I don't want ice cream
Or walks in the park.
I don't want the sun
The rain
The moon
The stars.
I don't want the looks of smiling faces.
I don't want the looks of approval from all.
I don't want the joy of winning a race.
I don't want the sound of laughter of friends.
I don't care about the little puppy who lost its way home.
I don't care about a flower, just bursting into bloom.
I don't care about the world's ozone problems
Or about the animals that suffer from the humans.
I don't care about the possibility of aliens
Or my once childish quest to find them.
I give up smiling
I give up laughing
I give up love
I give up friendship
I give up life itself.
I give up the good and the bad.
All I want now, is piece of mind.
To surrendur my life
My soul
It would be worth the piece of mind
That I so desperately reach for.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
State of Blah
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Motion is slowed.
The mind can't comprehend.
You sit there in state of fatigue
Sleep is not possible,
Work is only a word.
The idea of moving is just too much.
Laziness is an understatement
And to imagine getting up
for anything other than an emergency
would be ludicrous.
The mind is blank,
Sifting through fog.
Like molasses, it is slow.
Ideas turns to slush.
Slush turns to goo.
Goo runs down the walls of the mind
leaving nothing to concentrate on,
except the bit that slides down
into the deep pits of darkness.
Blah.
Motion is slowed.
The mind can't comprehend.
You sit there in state of fatigue
Sleep is not possible,
Work is only a word.
The idea of moving is just too much.
Laziness is an understatement
And to imagine getting up
for anything other than an emergency
would be ludicrous.
The mind is blank,
Sifting through fog.
Like molasses, it is slow.
Ideas turns to slush.
Slush turns to goo.
Goo runs down the walls of the mind
leaving nothing to concentrate on,
except the bit that slides down
into the deep pits of darkness.
Blah.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Zombie
He comes back, creeping along.
ready to bite your head off.
The creature you wish would just stay down
Has longed to spring and so here he is.
Ready to dig his nails into you,
Ready to burn the flesh alive.
Ready to rip your heart and eat your brains.
He creeps to and from, faster and faster.
He doesn't care, doesn't acknowledge pity or mercy.
He carries you off into the night
Only to feast on the limbs he left for later.
You question your worth and he says you're worthless.
You question your fate and he says you have none.
You question your life and tells you to give up.
Fore you have nothing left to hold on to.
ready to bite your head off.
The creature you wish would just stay down
Has longed to spring and so here he is.
Ready to dig his nails into you,
Ready to burn the flesh alive.
Ready to rip your heart and eat your brains.
He creeps to and from, faster and faster.
He doesn't care, doesn't acknowledge pity or mercy.
He carries you off into the night
Only to feast on the limbs he left for later.
You question your worth and he says you're worthless.
You question your fate and he says you have none.
You question your life and tells you to give up.
Fore you have nothing left to hold on to.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Only Words
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" you would know they think of you as their best friend.
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you two hung out every day after work for an hour for a year. You would know they think of you as their best friend.
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you two stopped hanging out every day after work, but now only once every three months. Would you still think they think of you as their best friend?
You would know they take the time to tell you that you're their best friend but when the actions that hold meaning stop, and only words are left, what do you infer?
To go farther...
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you see them go off every day after work with someone else, doing something that you once did with them every day, do you still think they think of you as their best friend? Or do you think they're just saying it to make you still think you're their best friend?
Love is very much the same.
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you two hung out every day after work for an hour for a year. You would know they think of you as their best friend.
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you two stopped hanging out every day after work, but now only once every three months. Would you still think they think of you as their best friend?
You would know they take the time to tell you that you're their best friend but when the actions that hold meaning stop, and only words are left, what do you infer?
To go farther...
If every day someone were to come up to you and say "you're my best friend" and you see them go off every day after work with someone else, doing something that you once did with them every day, do you still think they think of you as their best friend? Or do you think they're just saying it to make you still think you're their best friend?
Love is very much the same.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Let Go
Please.
May I cry?
May I shout in fury?
Show the world the insane me dying to come out?
I ask permission of anyone and everyone.
Please might I go nuts for just one moment?
One small, insignificant moment in time
Where I go completely insane.
Bang on drums.
Tear walls down.
Rip things to shreds with only my hands.
Break furniture.
Scream till my lungs are on fire.
Scratch at anything I can get my small little fingers on.
Please.
May I ball up in tears?
May I stretch my body as far as it can go?
May I curl up and die inside, just to ressurect myself?
The world has caved and if I cannot freely lose all control, for even just a moment, the result is sure to be worse than I could fear.
The desire to break has come at last.
The time of forgiveness has passed.
The time of patience is drawing to a close.
The urge to shed the old and begin a new is striving to come forth.
May I cry?
May I shout in fury?
Show the world the insane me dying to come out?
I ask permission of anyone and everyone.
Please might I go nuts for just one moment?
One small, insignificant moment in time
Where I go completely insane.
Bang on drums.
Tear walls down.
Rip things to shreds with only my hands.
Break furniture.
Scream till my lungs are on fire.
Scratch at anything I can get my small little fingers on.
Please.
May I ball up in tears?
May I stretch my body as far as it can go?
May I curl up and die inside, just to ressurect myself?
The world has caved and if I cannot freely lose all control, for even just a moment, the result is sure to be worse than I could fear.
The desire to break has come at last.
The time of forgiveness has passed.
The time of patience is drawing to a close.
The urge to shed the old and begin a new is striving to come forth.
Adeau
Spinning circles in my head.
I can’t seem to let go.
He’s on my mind
in my dreams.
I wish him adeau.
I want him adeau.
Truth and lies, and alabies.
Stories told through and through.
It’s my fault.
All my fault.
Because of me, they all leave.
Because of me, they all leave.
I can’t seem to let go.
He’s on my mind
in my dreams.
I wish him adeau.
I want him adeau.
Truth and lies, and alabies.
Stories told through and through.
It’s my fault.
All my fault.
Because of me, they all leave.
Because of me, they all leave.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Wonders of a Hug
It’s big, huge, one size fits all.
It’s compact, simple, no adjustments needed.
It’s warm and cozy, and like a simple slice of heaven.
It’s there when you need it.
It’s there when you don’t.
It pieces you together one by one.
Do you know what it’s called?
I do.
A Hug. =^.^=
It’s compact, simple, no adjustments needed.
It’s warm and cozy, and like a simple slice of heaven.
It’s there when you need it.
It’s there when you don’t.
It pieces you together one by one.
Do you know what it’s called?
I do.
A Hug. =^.^=
May I Have This Dance
All, I wanted..
was for someone to take a chance on me.
All I needed, was for, someone, to make it for me.
To hold me in their arms.
To show me they cared.
To say I'm worth it, to say they'll be there.
And so he took my hand and asked
'May I have this dance?'
And we danced and we danced and we danced.
Now I'm flying high above many,
Just like before,
but I'm ready to nose-dive
To crash, to fall.
I expect the worst,
Prepared for my heart to sink as fast as it soared.
But he took my hand, and asked once again.
'May I have this dance, again?"
He winked and I smiled, and danced, and danced, and danced again.
I still wait for the crash,
to fall flat on my face.
but it hasn't come,
he's kept me high, at a decent pace.
He spread his wings, and I spread mine.
He reached for my hand and asked
"May I have this dance?"
I smiled, and reached, and together we danced
Upon the clouds, still afraid to face to the ground.
was for someone to take a chance on me.
All I needed, was for, someone, to make it for me.
To hold me in their arms.
To show me they cared.
To say I'm worth it, to say they'll be there.
And so he took my hand and asked
'May I have this dance?'
And we danced and we danced and we danced.
Now I'm flying high above many,
Just like before,
but I'm ready to nose-dive
To crash, to fall.
I expect the worst,
Prepared for my heart to sink as fast as it soared.
But he took my hand, and asked once again.
'May I have this dance, again?"
He winked and I smiled, and danced, and danced, and danced again.
I still wait for the crash,
to fall flat on my face.
but it hasn't come,
he's kept me high, at a decent pace.
He spread his wings, and I spread mine.
He reached for my hand and asked
"May I have this dance?"
I smiled, and reached, and together we danced
Upon the clouds, still afraid to face to the ground.
Smile
Strange minds alike force their way in.
Blocks of rage and love sound throughout my body.
Friends pass, and all I do is smile.
What can I do, laugh, cry, yell?
No, yelling is no option, crying is pointless, laughing hurts too much.
What do I do? I smile, because that's all I can do.
Blocks of rage and love sound throughout my body.
Friends pass, and all I do is smile.
What can I do, laugh, cry, yell?
No, yelling is no option, crying is pointless, laughing hurts too much.
What do I do? I smile, because that's all I can do.
Crumbled
What happens, when someone's world begins to crumble?
What happens when the one who's supposed to know everything about life, suddenly doesn't.
What happens when the one who's supposed to be stable and strong, is suddenly weak?
What happens when the one who knows where they're going in life suddenly gets lost and doesn't know how to get back?
What happens when the one just mentioned, is you?
What happens when the one who's supposed to know everything about life, suddenly doesn't.
What happens when the one who's supposed to be stable and strong, is suddenly weak?
What happens when the one who knows where they're going in life suddenly gets lost and doesn't know how to get back?
What happens when the one just mentioned, is you?
A Name
A name is supposed to be something sacred, not just something you give away at the mere request of a stranger.
A name is supposed to be something sacred, not just something you give away at the mere request of a stranger.
A name is something so special it is given to you at birth, and you carry it around for the rest of your life, and if you lose it, you are no longer you.
I keep my name secret to keep it sacred. If I just give it out to everyone and anyone then it loses it specialness, its sanctity, its purpose. Others may then take it and use it as their own, which is something I wish to prevent.
So now you know why I refuse to give out my name just because someone tells me to. It's too special.
A name is something so special it is given to you at birth, and you carry it around for the rest of your life, and if you lose it, you are no longer you.
I keep my name secret to keep it sacred. If I just give it out to everyone and anyone then it loses it specialness, its sanctity, its purpose. Others may then take it and use it as their own, which is something I wish to prevent.
So now you know why I refuse to give out my name just because someone tells me to. It's too special.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Introduction
Whoever says expression must be contained in one medium?
In one area of art?
In one way to express?
The world is filled with millions of ways to show your true colors.
How will your show yourself today?
In one area of art?
In one way to express?
The world is filled with millions of ways to show your true colors.
How will your show yourself today?
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