Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I wish I could get control on my emotions.
I wish I could stop feeling pathetic about something i wish I hadn't done in the first place.
I wish I could remember all the little details of my dreams when in my hypnopompic state. They always seem to be so exciting, but I can't remember!
I wish I could let my anger all out on him without feeling guilty or without having the fear of making him mad.
I wish I could go out whenever or wherever I want to.
I wish I could sleep for as long as I want.
I wish I wasn't that clumsy.
I wish I could get rid of my fugacious mood swings.
I wish I could flee from all my troubles.
I wish I had the power to move ahead of time.
I wish he'd love me even when I don't deserve to be loved.Is that selfish of me to think like that?
I wish I wasn't so sensitive.
I wish I wasn't a cry baby.
I wish we could meet everyday.
I wish we weren't cities apart.
I wish I could become more ME than always becoming something you'd always like.
I wish I could become a rebel sometimes,and not feel bad about it afterward.
I know my wish list is never gonna end so I stop here.I'll write more later.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
What do you seek? Why are there
tears, gliding down your cheeks when
comfort is near. What is it you need?
A powerless man will run over
all before he admits he has lost control,
so he seeks, for what? He claims,
he needs a little more, satisfaction he can't
confront when his mind is shattered. Maybe
he seeks to calm the chaos lurking beneath
but he strikes in anger when the hand
attempting to calm him, belongs not to him.
Oh, compose your soul, I am but
making assumptions, an attempt to recognize
what it is that makes you blind to
your anger. This rage, in its purest form
burns bridges, such hate leaves a trail...
and to my amaze, I find specks of grace,
compassion, truth, in this hatred you left..
So I ask you again, what is it you seek?
You preach louder than the alarming sirens pouring through my window,
your words stinging, inspiring, igniting, reviving an old wound
as I try to comprehend, your rage, it
needs a shelter. Yet, it is pushed down,
making home where it does not belong,
your heart may turn bitter, if this rage
someday takes over.
Oh, compose your soul dear friend,
I am but making assumptions
to answer the unanswered.
Who am I to try to fit you in a box
of ready made disorders, I make no claims
about you, only assumptions...
Written by me when I was 17(now 19).I found it today with a pile of some old papers in my cupboard.Oh those days! This one really got me nostalgic...........
My life is just a broken dream, a torment,
My thoughts a book of grief,
My hopes, a story of sorrow.
A thorn pierces my heart,
An eternal pain tearing me apart.
Survive another day? No!
Let me die; leave this cruel world,
These verses, my only friends,
Can understand my pain.
I am no more the thing I was.....