What’s the point?
18 Aug 2010 8 Comments
in Poetry Tags: doubt, friend, honesty, inspiration, mask, Poetry, stranger, Truth
What’s the point of inspiration
If there’s no one to inspire?
And if there’s nothing to ignite
Why would I try to start a fire?
I write to set my demons free
I write to give whats in my heart
But why create another world
If no one wants to be a part?
Do you think my words are selfish?
Or is there just no time to care?
Your absence looms inside my mind
And still you’re not even aware
You used to move me and amaze me
But now it all seems so rehearsed
What would you do? How would you feel
If this was somehow all reversed?
You want to reach out, touch their hearts
You want the world to know your name
But you can’t even comprehend
That someone else would want the same
So I’ll sit and write these words
That you will never even read
Despite myself, it’s your approval
That I still want…though I don’t need
Eyes wide shut
26 Apr 2010 6 Comments
in Poetry Tags: fear, honesty, Path, Poetry, Truth
I was so certain of my path
I guess that was my first mistake
It seems I can be sure of nothing
Except this dull, deep, hollow ache
I can’t see past a world in ruins
Although I know I should adapt
I try to follow a new road
But somehow always end up trapped
Another day, another hour
Imprisoned by my own desire
Consuming everything I am
An uncontrolled and deadly fire
Why can’t you see this isn’t real?
This bright, polite version of me
When was the last time that you looked?
Are you afraid of what you’ll see?
Nobody seems to understand
That all of this is just a play
An oscar nominee performance
I’ve learned to put on every day
‘Just keep her busy, make her laugh
See then she won’t have time to think…’
About the dreams that turn to nightmares
The floating hope starting to sink
These words can’t be my only refuge
Or they could turn into my grave
The girl with so much heart and fire
You were too uncomfortable to save
…..
18 Jan 2010 4 Comments
in Quote for the day Tags: Truth, Understanding, wisdom
“Truth has power. And if we all gravitate toward similar ideas, maybe we do so because those ideas are true…written deep within us. And when we hear the truth, even if we don’t understand it, we feel that truth resonate within us…vibrating within our unconscious wisdom. Perhaps the truth is not learned by us, but rather, the truth is re-called…remembered…re-cognized…as that which is already inside us”
Dan Brown (The Lost Symbol)
Amazing writing. This paragraph really got to me, just had to share…
Nowhere to run
09 Nov 2009 3 Comments
in Poetry Tags: FIGHT, freedom, Truth
I see it lurking in the shadows
I sense it stalking while I sleep
When I laugh, I feel it’s fury
Feel it’s elation when I weep
No matter how fast I can run
It never seems to fall behind
And it can always seek me out
Despite the hiding place I find
It’s changing everything I know
Distorting everything I feel
Making the life that I once knew
Seem far away and so unreal
I shake my head to shun these thoughts
Because they should not belong to me
To run, to find another life
To keep on searching til I’m free
But it would find me, hunt me down
And turn all light off out of spite
It’s now or never, so I turn
And find it’s me I have to fight
This is me
28 Oct 2009 5 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Heart, inspiration, Life, Path, Spirit, Truth
I wasn’t born to this world knowing
How life would go, who I would be
But moulded by the road I’ve travelled
This is my lifeblood, this is me
My head is always full of words
Sometimes I don’t know where to start
How can I make you understand
This is my spirit, this is my heart
You see, I just need to make it fit
Put all the pieces in their place
To make some sense out of the chaos
Give what I’m fighting for a face
I’ve woken something deep inside
That’s been asleep for far too long
This is what makes me feel alive
So there’s no way it can be wrong
If you don’t comprehend my thoughts
Then that’s alright, be on your way
This is MY story and I intend
To say the things I need to say
Because I didn’t write these words
To hear your opinion of me,
I wrote them down to leave my mark
I wrote them down so I’d be free
