Sunday, August 31, 2008
dreams.
dreams.
what are they?
do they reflect your innermost desire? do they speak of the unbearable truth that you fought so hard to bury? do they tell us how wounded our heart is? or are they the symptoms of a broken heart?
i build shields to protect what is left.
i fade memories to save the pieces.
i hide my heart so that i can't find it anymore.
i have done what i can - so why do i still have dreams then? why must i still wake up with this unbearable coldness beside me? why why why?
ayes.
what are they?
do they reflect your innermost desire? do they speak of the unbearable truth that you fought so hard to bury? do they tell us how wounded our heart is? or are they the symptoms of a broken heart?
i build shields to protect what is left.
i fade memories to save the pieces.
i hide my heart so that i can't find it anymore.
i have done what i can - so why do i still have dreams then? why must i still wake up with this unbearable coldness beside me? why why why?
ayes.
4:28 PM, i wrote.
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amy adams.
just got to love her.
if I didn't care more than words can say
if I didn't care would I feel this way?
if this isn't love then why do I thrill?
and what makes my head go 'round and 'round
while my heart stands still?
if I didn't care would it be the same?
would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name?
and would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?
would all this be true if I didn't care for you?
if I didn't care more than words can say
if I didn't care would I feel this way?
if this isn't love then why do I thrill?
and what makes my head go 'round and 'round
while my heart stands still?
if I didn't care would it be the same?
would my ev'ry prayer begin and end with just your name?
and would I be sure that this is love beyond compare?
would all this be true if I didn't care for you?
1:22 AM, i wrote.
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Saturday, August 30, 2008
irony
people entered and leave our lives
opportunities were taken, but that don't promise an end
likewise we all fall, there are times when these are crucial
for without a loss, there will never be a treasured gain.
in possession of an item, only forces one to lose control
for an item can never be yours, someone can take it away
but if you belong to the item, there is the difference
for it's you it longs for, it's you it'll stay.
everyone wishes that sadness was temporary
they cry because happiness is period
you've got an inch, but you're asking for a mile
there will never be something that truly emplifies your truth
for the truth doesn't stay true, at least, not for long.
irony that rules, contradictions that survived
the improper behavior is what truly last
something that no one can ever propagate right.
opportunities were taken, but that don't promise an end
likewise we all fall, there are times when these are crucial
for without a loss, there will never be a treasured gain.
in possession of an item, only forces one to lose control
for an item can never be yours, someone can take it away
but if you belong to the item, there is the difference
for it's you it longs for, it's you it'll stay.
everyone wishes that sadness was temporary
they cry because happiness is period
you've got an inch, but you're asking for a mile
there will never be something that truly emplifies your truth
for the truth doesn't stay true, at least, not for long.
irony that rules, contradictions that survived
the improper behavior is what truly last
something that no one can ever propagate right.
10:05 PM, i wrote.
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wall-e
Monday, August 18, 2008
funny.
i tried so hard to cry again today, but i just couldn't.
it was beguiling.
there just weren't any sense of grief or despair. neither was there a sense of hopelessness.
i just can't cry for you anymore.
on the contrary, i feet anger - dark, haunting and hollow.
i want so much to hurt and inflict pain.
i want to destroy.
i want to erase.
funny, just to know how strong i am right now.
melodrama aside, decide to blog again. woo, celebrate.
it was beguiling.
there just weren't any sense of grief or despair. neither was there a sense of hopelessness.
i just can't cry for you anymore.
on the contrary, i feet anger - dark, haunting and hollow.
i want so much to hurt and inflict pain.
i want to destroy.
i want to erase.
funny, just to know how strong i am right now.
melodrama aside, decide to blog again. woo, celebrate.
5:00 PM, i wrote.
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