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Sunday, August 31, 2008 I'm waking up, and I hope I don't fall back to sleepI learnt not to look straight ahead all the time lest I trip And be humble and glance down regularly and watch my step But I bump into something if I look down all the time And I'll trip over something if I look ahead all the time Learnt the value of far and short-sightedness But then again I haven't learnt much I feel another mad rush coming And this time its like running up a steep hill And where it ends Is a huge drop down a cliff to nowhere Falling is somewhat like freedom Feeling totally free But that's got a price If I were to hit real hard solid ground But then again I could hit a bush And get up being surrounded by flowers and rivers and greenery
Saturday, August 23, 2008 I hope I survive the next week.
Monday, August 18, 2008 It goes on year after yearGive me some peace Retain your trust Because I value it dearly You may think I misused your trust; but no, I haven't, for 2 years straight Will one instance erase everything? Do you doubt that I'll ever grow up? When I said I have, from 4 years ago, I wasn't lying Just every year I lose I always lose Even when I so clearly win It goes unnoticed I had my argument in place I held on to those promises Even when I felt like breaking one But where have my efforts gone to I may never meet up to expectations I may not hold on for another 4 years For right now I come close to giving up I give up I give up So you brought me to a burning house, fled, and left me to fend for myself I thank you for making me more independent than I ever was, more selfish than I ever was, colder than I ever was. Yes I had only one choice But I've learnt how to survive - well That is to care about nothing else
Tuesday, August 12, 2008 Why do you linger here when there is no hope?There is nothing for you here Only death
Sunday, August 10, 2008 Let me imagine a clearer futurePut me in a trance Show me an open door Create a dream with the present Paint me a picture in colour Give me the Green Fairy Follow me into the dark Switch on the lights Or are there none? I can hypnotise I can change the world I can create rain I can lift the earth But I cannot control my mind Its been a drought for forever Then it rains rains Rains ashes I see green green green. Its there, not here Make me a casket Before I'm gone gone gone Take me to the clouds above Heaven's got an open door tonight
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escapist but a morose optimist. musings June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 June 2011 July 2011 August 2011 September 2011 October 2011 November 2011 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 June 2012 July 2012 August 2012 September 2012 October 2012 November 2012 December 2012 January 2013 February 2013 April 2013 May 2013 August 2014 March 2017 through solitude 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 and drab at random blogger box
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