Casting Shadows
Date: Oct 17th, 2006 5:22:02 am - Subscribe
Mood: introspective
Song: thief-third day
I am at the ledge, I have a choice,
Will it be life or Death?
Each path calls with it's own voice,
taunting right and left.
I see the light, casting shadows,
my decision still unmade
Do I take the road less travelled
or dare i risk the shame?
Trust is earned by unspoken words,
but quickly seen as fake
All my problems quickly sovled,
my resolve about to break
I know the road, which I deny
I know the truth, which I ignore
I know the number, but i'm to shy
I know the way, rest assured
An ocean of emotion swallows me whole
Fingers losing grip, i'm losing control
Treading on thin air, I begin my descent
From the bottom of my soul begins my lament
Glimpses of light just blind my eyes
I chase after knowledge, ignoring the wise
I delay my choice, it's taking it's toll
What once was pure, darkens to coal.
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I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours!
Date: Oct 16th, 2006 3:08:39 am - Subscribe
Mood: reminiscent
There's probably a number of things i should be doing right now. 1. Reading a 25pg article for my worldview class tomorrow 2.Laundry. 3. Clean my room. 4. Economics homework. 5. more slacking. Instead I am going to list my current five favourite music artists
1. Coldplay
2. Goo Goo dolls
3. David Francey
4. Joshua Radin
5. Regina Spektor(she has a hot voice)
6. Ingram Hill
Just a few, some obviously popular ones and some lesser knowns. I'm really feeling mellow music right now, so if you have any suggestions lemme know!
Slackererest
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Stolen Words
Date: Oct 15th, 2006 3:46:06 pm - Subscribe
Mood: inquisitive
The media has stolen words,
taken meanings, made them worse
tragedies in sports where no one dies,
devestation in hollowwood people cry
Pretty plastic paris, with her pretty plastic smiles,
Pretty plastic politicks with pretty plastic denials
Pretty plastic wives and their pretty plastic eyes,
Pretty plastic marriages and pretty plastic lives.
Pretty plastic papers, with pretty plastic lines
Pretty plastic stories for pretty plastic minds
Pretty plastic reality, that reality should be denied
Pretty plastic wishes, from n man with hope inside.
I was reading an article about some mundance sports game, where the author called the loss "devestating" I understand that perhaps he was trying to capture the feeling the team that came up short was feeling, but was it truly devestating? No, unfortunate perhaps. The war going on in dafur is devestating, the thousands of kids who die daily for various reasons of international neglect, that is devestating. As writers our work, past present and future is being undermined, somehow we must reclaim words! Steal them back from the complacent. Or, i just need to get more sleep and not post until the afternoon. either or .
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Anguished Angel
Date: Oct 15th, 2006 4:51:28 am - Subscribe
Mood: unsafe
Anguished Angel
Far too often she's waiting for the sun to pierce the darkened sky,
Far too often she feels forgotten, releasing an unheard sigh
Far too often she's left in pieces, left to wonder why
Far too often she's left alone, by herself to cry,
Anguished Angel with broken wings, halo replaced with chains,
Someone's filled your hands with weight, soaked by a thousand rains
Anguished Angel with no hope, freedom stripped away,
Someone's filled your heart with pain; your trust has been betrayed
Hoping for a future, but feels that chance will be denied,
Hoping for the truth one day, instead of consuming lies.
Battered like a ship at sea, the horizon consumed with storms,
Her body cries for blood bought peace, or some power that transforms.
Anguished Angel, with beauty marred, not outside but within,
Someone's taken your hope away, and replaced it with chagrin.
Anguished Angel, your life in flames, afraid of consuming fire,
Someone lashed out against your soul, stole away your desires.
Anguished Angel, please hold on, even though hope slips away,
Anguished Angel, please press on, after every night there comes a day.
Anguished Angel, please rise up, against the surging tide,
Anguished Angel, please push through, every storm will subside.
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unspoken words sometimes hurt the most
Date: Oct 15th, 2006 4:41:03 am - Subscribe
Mood: reminiscent
the things i never got to say to you
What if I stood by you the way you were by my side
what if I just held you, every time that you had cried
Would I still need to write this or would you still be mine
These and a thousand more, the questions that plague my mind
The way you looked at me, i'll always miss
The way you talked to me, I need my fix
The way our fingers touched and held
I still can feel my heart begin to melt
but it's over now, the past a distant phase
your with him now, a new smile rests upon your face
I had the greatest catch, too quick to let you go,
I knew you loved me, but i knew my heart was slow
please don't forget me,
i'm sorry for the past
please don't erase me,
i wanted us to last
please forgive me
for causing us to crash
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