The Beginning of the End"It all seems a bit pitchy, you know, when you're stuck in a rut with too many things that you need to do, and nothing that you want to do. It seems that you have all time in the world to get things done and what do you have to show for it? nothing; that's what.The worst part of it all is that even if you were to have accomplished something you would still feel that sense of life lost.Then there are times when I know what I want to say but she sheer stupidity of my tongue keeps my mouth much too dry to make even an utterance of intelligible speech. Most times things come out half spoken, or of dull meaning. "was not the first time that he had sat there, half dressed in the darkness of his room playing with words and emotions on paper. These things were tools for him, simply imaging to make sleeping through the night a realistic task.Soon the morning would come to remind him of all of his faults. At lest here, alone and in the dark, he was finally a some one, because, with no one ar
Lost and FoundLost and FoundHere I am walking around aimlesslyScars surround every part of my bodyLies are all that I seem to knowTears no longer come outJust the supreme silenceI walk for what seems to be foreverI lose the strength that I have to standI was done, I was done with tryingI wanted to sit and rotBut there you wereThe flickering light in my hurt eyesYou came for me...came runningAt this close to dead corpseYou whispered thoughts of hope- often true thoughtsIt was never merely flattery, and overreacted wordsNor was it fake for secret intentionsIt was honest, kind, trueYou are the only one that makes me feel this wayBecause you are the first one you found MEI want desperately to say I love you my friendYou help in me in so many ways.-March 2, 2012-
The Victim of SmilesYou see me now,A victim of a hundred worthless smiles.False faces I've seen before,Never realising the pity I know,Until they've succumbed to all their petty lies.You see me now,A victim of a thousand gentle sighs.Misery masks hidden from afar,Forever locked in this insanity war,Now they drown under a swarm of flies.You see me now,A victim of a million pointless stares.Eccentric eyes of hope is all I convey,Ever to believe in those games they play,But here am I tearing out these pale hairs.
Never Letting GoHe was always alone.Always putting on a pained smile,Always twiddling his thumbs,Always straying from the group.He barely spoke,He barely laughed,Until she came along.With her, he smiled,He laughed,He lived.She barely spoke,She barely laughed,She barely lived.Without her, he smiled,He laughed,He screamed.Without her, he began anew,He built,He danced.With her, he was happy,He smiled,He laughed,He cracked.