A full Heart

Singing black horse and a cherry tree (Y)

Sun, 03 May 2009 10:03:40 +0200

Night terror

Sun, 03 May 2009 09:58:57 +0200

Age of oceans.
Time of mortality.
Surreal as it may be,
Space is colourless.

Imortality is bruatally scary, when you fear only life.
Disconnected from the one thing that links us all.
You don't want to be on your own.

Like an intimate stalker, it will dig deep.
Growing off every fear.
I can still taste you in my mouth.
Bury its self into its opaque living.
Scrunched up into your face.
Its a nice last resort.
Glad they think so cruelly of you...
Mask yourself with the fear of your night time.
Dark and rancid.
Livid in your dreams.

Your dawning memories, vivid through the veil of lost time.
Its another mirror to reflect your every insecurity, and long forgotton traumas.
Strangulated by every emotion in your body
Every aspect of you wants to wake up.
But only... You won't let yourself.
You can not control it.
Therefore...
Your fear it.

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My trail of thought

Sun, 03 May 2009 09:52:55 +0200

Pensive thinking reminds me of a fluint flowing river, calm and at ease. Flowing along in its own language, understanding as it passes by.
But then confusion stalks me and my mind and understanding shuts off. All of a sudden everything goes black and memory is beside me.
Its like that river hits the rapids and whirls round to fast to be able to take anything in and it comes lost and confused and ends up churning it's self into butter. It can not flow along anymore. Therefore understanding and concentration are lost... and it leaves me confused and angry at myself.
Because my brain can not get past that block and everything leaves me blank and utterly confused, to the point i want to roll back my eyes into my head and see into my own mind and see what actually went wrong. Then.. i would correct it. But im not a magical being who can do that. Im human, and i guess people will just have to learn patience round me.

Thats dyslexia for you... i don't know if anyone else gets that problem, but the best i can describe it for now.

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Porcelain beauty

Sun, 03 May 2009 09:51:54 +0200

Her smiling heart of porcelain beauty,
Is another answer for you to question.
Her radient outlook, which you admire,
seems so contradicting, to the things around you.

Her Angel like smile of encouraging laughter,
Light up her face, a burning match, starting to incinirate.
Her hair orange and gold twisted round her ivory skin.
Dapled sunlight reflecting in her twilight eyes; Jealousy swallowing Oceans.

If that pumping heart of yours had a face, it would be beaming with a smile.
To light up a room that was in darkness, a gift we all want to posess.
To inspire, drift by effortlessly and create somthing beautiful, wonderful in the eyes of man.
But how foolish it must be at the same time...

Her innocence and lack of hardness from the world
Only to stumble to the floor each time with her saintly tears to crash the landing.
To fall over each time from the laughing crowd, to regain balance and be mocked for her none existant stratergies.
Her weak heart tried to be strong, tried to be cold.
But instead guilt kicked in on every new tide.

Moonlit eyes washed apon the shore, watching the night wakers as they shine just like before.
Writing apon the sand, now erased away by the wave.
Deleted he must stay, a memory not worth to save.
Those grains of sand have been changed, never forgetting its old shape.
Her memories may recoil back to that day, but never will she harden to the bitter thoughts. Move on, smile, like you did before.

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Burn Out

Sun, 03 May 2009 09:49:07 +0200

His deep in thought face drowned of expression, Lay restlessly in his arms. His clothes loosely around him. His weary eyes hidden in his shadows; they died long ago. His viens running through his arms weakly cry at the surface of his skin.
The empty glass bottles lie in stillness, Dripping their last remorsful hopes.
As he glugs down another, his lips remain dry. The closed curtains on the window stay in their place. The stench of the air is stale and strong. As he flicks his lighter, with much needed strenth for his arms to bare. The Cigarette burns through him again.

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Being ill is a nightmare ¬_¬

Sun, 03 May 2009 09:47:36 +0200

Vibrations running through my body rippiling past every cell and muscle, each nerv nauseated.
My lips are dry while my cheeks are flaking tears, revealing another mask.
Hacked burning throat im about to dissapear.
Collapse and break down to the floor.
I have no more energy, no more

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title-3120190

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 16:48:42 +0200

Im sat here With A full heart feeling, Nothing needed but my will.
No desire for food or sleep...i do not thirst.
Our talents are our own, Leaving no-one alone.
I Wake up with the light on, My book were i left it the night before.
My guitar across the room, on top of a pair of jeans =]
if anyone was to listen, that would be one of earths greatest acheivments.
life goes on around us, the road burning with our dreams and desires, and the light is constantly on (im here...never moving on) stuck in the night watching stars fade. Watch the lonly, pick up their newspaper...to catch the news. The one thing they want, never to be alone. And all the dust grains flying past us invisibley...whisper, dont leave them alone.We all face the unknown, we trust in the things that are common, and treasure the things that are rare.
Life goes by, rain on the ground, The horizon shining, the light on. Watching time turn to stone. young fire lighting in our eyes.
Life comes to those who that are true.
With the light on, i fear the night.
But take comfort in it.
Not moving on, with out you, the sky breaks, the rain stays.

(Im not making sense...i never do.. haha!
Loulouuus a wierdo!
and she knows it!)

Im gunna keep going on, doing what im doing. All's weel =]
Wish i could be the one to walk into a room, and be a light to others and make them smile. Thats the one thing i ask in life.
That, and to never be left deserlet, alone.

Now somthing that made me smile today...While at church hahaha! Im not bible bashing!

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