She's so different from me.
When I'm hiding in the silence, she's sprinting across the madness, just like wildfire spreading across the bushland.
When I scream, she watches me from afar, drinking in the silence that I produce for her.
When the stars shine bright for her, I don't see any light in the sky at all.
She walks along the corridor; I sprint in between shadows.
She would just tell me a few words; i cry out at her, screaming out, breaking the balance in our distant worlds.
I never knew pain till she came along. My opposite; i'm hers too.
Now i'm so lost, drowning in my own confusion, in my own resistance, and i just wish she would come back and take my place instead. After all, she could support herself and her family; i cant even support myself.
The rain and dread come. And i know she's already back in her world, drifting upon a cloud, maybe sinking in happiness.
After all, we are opposites.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Names in the Sand/ The Rising Tide
and you draw lines
carved upon the sand
throwing the stick you used into the waves
watching it float away
and watching the water creep up to the lines
of your name
to wash it away
but a name in the sand
can never last
but casting a look
on the rain and grey
it darkens your deepest fears
just like fallen hopes
being washed away
by the rising tide
and from the earth
we become ash
and get carried away
by the rising tide
all through the endless summer
cuz all you needed
was the names in the sand
to remain there
while you effortlessly collapsed
into a heap of unborn fears
and unborn tears
carved upon the sand
throwing the stick you used into the waves
watching it float away
and watching the water creep up to the lines
of your name
to wash it away
but a name in the sand
can never last
but casting a look
on the rain and grey
it darkens your deepest fears
just like fallen hopes
being washed away
by the rising tide
and from the earth
we become ash
and get carried away
by the rising tide
all through the endless summer
cuz all you needed
was the names in the sand
to remain there
while you effortlessly collapsed
into a heap of unborn fears
and unborn tears
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Angles of Time
be the angle of time for me
cuz when the angles change, i do
or maybe i just wanted time to stop for me;
to find me
i really wanted to, maybe
just relief the pain of the past
and angle time for me
i cant say i stopped
to catch my breath
cuz the candle burnt out for me
too soon, too late, too unexpectedly
its like trying to compose a song
without lyrics
just like living my life without you
be the angle of time for me
cuz when time stops, i do
i stop
just for a moment
and go back
to uncover a heartbeat
from the burnt out flame
to bring it back to where it belongs
and to start another flame
cuz when the angles change, i do
or maybe i just wanted time to stop for me;
to find me
i really wanted to, maybe
just relief the pain of the past
and angle time for me
i cant say i stopped
to catch my breath
cuz the candle burnt out for me
too soon, too late, too unexpectedly
its like trying to compose a song
without lyrics
just like living my life without you
be the angle of time for me
cuz when time stops, i do
i stop
just for a moment
and go back
to uncover a heartbeat
from the burnt out flame
to bring it back to where it belongs
and to start another flame
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Unity
the ones that were gone
before we began
before WE came
and just another heartbeat
heard from miles away
lying on the floor
lying through your teeth
what's new?
just more painless efforts
of crying
less and less
combined with the shallow minds
just all crashed
and they fell to the ground
before we began
before WE came
and just another heartbeat
heard from miles away
lying on the floor
lying through your teeth
what's new?
just more painless efforts
of crying
less and less
combined with the shallow minds
just all crashed
and they fell to the ground
Monday, November 19, 2007
Facade
will you be my illusion?
every mask
tells a story
cuz everything happens
under a mask
i dont know
how its going to end
maybe i dont need an illusion
i already am 1
and all thats been happening
remains an illusion
i wasnt really there
neither were you
its just facade
or fate
that we happened to pass by
each other
and luck that we saw
what was happening through each other's eyes
every mask
tells a story
cuz everything happens
under a mask
i dont know
how its going to end
maybe i dont need an illusion
i already am 1
and all thats been happening
remains an illusion
i wasnt really there
neither were you
its just facade
or fate
that we happened to pass by
each other
and luck that we saw
what was happening through each other's eyes
Cypress
even if there's a crack
down the line
something must go
you know its not going to be me
i just dont understand
why we keep fighting
just like pressing yourself
against your own words
maybe i was wrong
maybe?
there's no maybe
no "what ifs"
just lies
down the line
something must go
you know its not going to be me
i just dont understand
why we keep fighting
just like pressing yourself
against your own words
maybe i was wrong
maybe?
there's no maybe
no "what ifs"
just lies
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Time Caught Standing Still
maybe im just weak
or too scared
leaves outside swaying
my heart sways with them
board games
lifting the burden off my chest
one mystery solved
my life
all based into one square
too normal
all to normal for me
or too many things piled up
into one
making it complicated
and maybe
stumbling through the vines
i see the sky
but not the sun
and the shadow of the grey
will embrace the openess
of the blue sky
in the shadow of the day
and my heart
thrown into a pile of dead leaves
swaying in the breeze
or words from a pen
just flowing freely
and thrown into words
jumbled up, messy
all raking through the burns
to just find a sparkle of warmth
and maybe
a heart can skip a beat
or too scared
leaves outside swaying
my heart sways with them
board games
lifting the burden off my chest
one mystery solved
my life
all based into one square
too normal
all to normal for me
or too many things piled up
into one
making it complicated
and maybe
stumbling through the vines
i see the sky
but not the sun
and the shadow of the grey
will embrace the openess
of the blue sky
in the shadow of the day
and my heart
thrown into a pile of dead leaves
swaying in the breeze
or words from a pen
just flowing freely
and thrown into words
jumbled up, messy
all raking through the burns
to just find a sparkle of warmth
and maybe
a heart can skip a beat
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