Umbrella

It seems it’s planned for me to suffer and prone for me to hurt.
It seems that it is casual to throw me in the dirt.
It seems that in my hopefulness I once again could see,
That hope is just a fairytale. Never meant for me.
I’d like to think I could be happy, to smile every day,
But every time I turn around a frown is in my way.
The universe has planned this, all of it for me.
To pick me up and push me down. To try to make me see.
The world we’re in is crippling, it’s crushing down our souls.
It’s pushing us between things and tearing down our goals.
All this is so excessive. It’s so hard to accept.
When promises are trash talk and only lies are kept.
This is a never ending circle of painful burns and scars,
Where nothing more but meteors is falling from the stars.
May my frown be by umbrella. Preparing me for worse
And to help the coming rainstorm be a slightly weaker curse.

Ruins

Laying in the ruins of my own mistakes, Surrounded by the consequences of my own wrong doings, I feel like it would be only a pin to break my back.
I should be happy. I should appreciate everything I have.
I try to be happy, but happiness doesn't last.
Often it's happiness itself that is the pin to break our backs for it is what we have to leave at the door when we return home. If home is where the heart is, I don't wish to be here any longer. I do not wish to be shattered under the pressure of my own loses.
What will it take for us to remain content, for us to be able to survive the day without a feeling of failure, without the realisation that all we wish to be shall never sustain.
How is it that you can dream so sweet among the reminants of all you never wanted when every dream of mine is pain. My every ray of light, a tragedy, for it is the tragedy's that make me truely happy. It is only when I fall to my last thread that I can feel even the slightest bit better, that I can try to remember what happy is suposed to mean.
The single pin that can break a back is no more than the same pin we find in recovery.
The ruins, my only refuge and my broken home.

..Happiness is a vicious cycle, a final mistake..

Happiness

is both the Light,

And the Darkness.

Failure

The only failure we are ever involved in is one that we created on our own. The only things we succeed in are the things we try for. The only times we trip are when we aren’t paying attention, and its then that someone is there to catch your fall, when you just stop caring anymore. Just when you think the whole world has lost all meaning, that the entire universe could fold and it wouldn’t make a difference, someone comes along. Someone helps you and holds you and makes you feel better, and what is there then, but happiness that you can only hope will last. Never should a person cross the line of no return, for it is then that our lives truly change, it is then that we realise we made the mistake, it is then that we know we shouldn’t have done what was, and then that we learn that every mistake and failure is what makes us ourselves, and only then can we realise that this is why this stranger stepped in, this is why there was someone to help us up, to hold us, to make the days worthwhile, for we are nothing without mistakes.

Love

L etting
O ur hearts
V enture
E ver further

Love Game

11 August 2009

“Give me love, Give me love, Love me well and true
Come on baby, Love me back, Love like I love you
I want you now, right here with me, Hun I love you, can’t you see?
Come on babe don’t break my heart, it’s with me you should be”
It shall not happen this time; I will not play your games
I will not boost your ego, I won’t bring myself pain
For you are just a cruel man, a player and a prick
Your heart is nothing more than a big red hunk of brick
You do not understand me, you never even tried
But today I realised, today I did decide.
See me not tomorrow, do not ring my phone
Don’t come crawling back to me, don’t you whinge and moan
I’m done with you, I’m through with this, I’m making my own way
Freedom, Love and Happiness, in future, mine will stay.

A Thousand Words

10 August 2009

A thousand words
A single line
I loved you at that point in time
You hurt me then
I’m yours no more
It was in two, my heart, you tore
You saw me there
You watched me cry
You waited ‘til my eyes ran dry
You helped me up
You rubbed my back
But in your eyes compassion lacked
You sung to me
In words so sweet
Through all your lies this was your feat
But I saw through
Your passive lies
You watched as I broke through your ties
I found you then
I left you down
Your eyes locked on my empty frown
I spoke to you
In words so sweet
Returned to you my heart throb, deep
Remember me
Remember this
You nor your sweet words I’ll miss

Sweet Lover

10 August 2009

Her eyes, Decadant Jewels adorning the midnight sky,
Her hair, Glistening like a thousand water droplets under the light of the moon,
Her heart, Heaven itself, Tarnished only by the crueltys of man.
Never has she seen me as the man I wish to be.
Never shall she see me as her love, her joy and her meaning,
For I am nothing more than a solemn object, far from view.
Never seen, Never heard, Never loved as I love another yet forever infinate.
May the air she breathes be as pure and sweet as my love for her,
May her life be as lovely as a velvet red rose,
and may she someday feel for me as I have always felt for her.


Credit to Andrew for his inspiration~

Decide

9 August 2009

Kill me, save me, forever change my day
Hurt me, help me, wonder if I’ll stay
Push me, catch me, see how far I’ll fall
Rush me, stop me, see if I’ll go at all
Test me, Try me, Find out if I can
Hear me, Ignore me, Work out who I am
Keep me, Change me, Find out what you like
With me or against me, is it for love or strife

Soul Searching

In all my life I've never known a person such as me,
Looking for connections in the things that wander free.
Ever should I find someone so intricate as I,
Mistakes and faults and failures would simply float on by.
I'm looking for myself now, I'm trying to find my soul,
I need someone who understands to help me reach my goal.
I cannot see inside of me like I see through other's walls,
And when I reach the higher powers I don't seem to hear their calls.
They're muffled with my own thoughts, of who I think I'd be,
I need a new connection as it's only them who see.
My spirit is within me; Has been through every life.
A whole persona still retained through hardships and through strife.
I wish to know what she knows, I wish to know her name,
I wish to be completely her, To be one an the same.

Stars

25 June '09

Stars are the essence of all that ever was. The've been around since the begining of time, decorating all of space with colours and lights. Never are we withought such wonderful things as stars. From sunrise 'til sunset, dusk 'til dawn, we are blessed with the intense beauty of such luminous balls of fire. The stars provide us with light and warmth, without which we could not survive. Even our radiant moon relys on the stars for her light. Our closest star, the Sun, provides us with life.Without him we would never have come to exist. Should ever the Sun cease to exist, all that we know and love would wilt and die. We would have no plants for food, no warm water in which to play and bathe, all life as we know it would retreat to a vast nothings. Earth would wander all of space and the Ocean would freeze over, but at least, in our final moments, we can gaze upon the suns dear brothers, scattered across the night sky, and for once, experience true beauty.

Sleep

13 June '09

The bodies we inhabit have an insistent need for sleep,
the mind is never quiet though, the thoughts are simply deep.
All of that which happens, no matter on which plane,
consists of deeper meanings that are stored within our brains,
to access information you must let your body go,
dwell within your spirit and watch the secrets flow.
We have much hidden wisdom, from this life and the last,
and forever we shall retain all the thoughts from in the past,
Some more vivid than others, our memories are not lost,
but you must always remember that there's pain within the cost.

Theorising

13 June '09

a dream is

everything

it's collateral damage to intrusive light

and if you can read it it can tell you anything

a dream is an illusional advisory

it's like a goddess or a god

always ready to show you the right path

but dreams must never be taken litteraly

for life is all but litteral

and the great caverns of our minds are all but clear

each long hall leads to another and there's never a deadend to be found

nomatter how you may find yourself feeling stuck

every thought broadens the horizons

if you just open yourself to that which never ceases to exist

.

all of great wisdom is embedded within ourselves

in our spirits

capable of living and continuing from life to life

existance to existance

and shall forever be within us

time passes and events take place and the greatest of things are learnt in the darkest of hours

all of which has ever passed shall remain

every thought conjured has meaning

every tiny detail has a reason

and every living being has a purpose

where would we be if no one voted becuase "One vote never made a difference"

if no one made the effort to do things

to sponsor

to help those less fortunate

what kind of a world would we be in if we cared for none other then ourselves

neglegent of the world around us

all that would be is nothing that would matter

and all that was left no longer retains the intese beauty it held as a child

if no one cared for colour the world would be sad and dull

if no one felt the need to love another

none would live on

if each was satisfied as a lonely soul, no other would ever come into existance in thisworld

but we need others

we need other beings to talk to and rely on

to help us and trade with us

and we need comunication

we thrive for things beyond ourselves

but those who do not see this clearly take only greed upon themselves

all chaos is created when too many greedy people are strung upon something that is too selfish

and all those who chose to serve them have fallen into the pit of wrath

but every event holds its meaning, does it not?

and every detail has a reason

it is unfortunate, though, that so many catastrophes can result from one small mistake

that of all the good that has come, the harsh side still rules

Darkness is astonishing

it resides not in a persons soul

as in the mind of the being

for a soul learns and prevails and returns to its former beauty

but a persons wants overcome them so wholely that none other is given a care

but the darkness of the night

when the sun is too far to see

is one of the most beautiful things one could ever lay eyes on

.

How do we know we exist

how do we know that all that is around us is not real

but thinking about it

allows us to realise that even is the physical, all the world that is around us, even is all such is not real

we are

for if we were not we would be unable to think

we would not be able to contemplate such things if it were not as such

.

Images..

I always want to know how it is a blind man thinks

is it all words or can he form pictures

for he can touch and feel and think in ways we do not

he is open to things we will never come to terms with

he sees more than we could ever see

but does he see images..

does he see the brail on the page

or the texture of the surface

.

living beings they are

pests as people see them

we kill them without a second thought

for they are smply 'pests'

their brains are 'not as big as our own'

they 'dont know the difference'

but whos to say that all they think and posses is any less than ours

more traditional they are

but that does not give us right to take them for our own greed

it gives us not right to simply take what is theirs because they are searching for that of their own

it is simply a power struggle

we want all that is ours to be ours only

but all we have never truely belonged to us anyway

nothing we have is truely our own

everything should be returned to mother earth

but not in forms of plastic and aluminium

one aluminion can takes 80 - 100 years to decompose

a century for that one can of soft drink to be returned