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Thursday, August 28, 2008
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COLOUR OF LIGHT I - VII
Category: Writing and Poetry
I.
The world was white as I took my first steps.
My eyes angel blue deep into the depths.
The sun lit the sky to the furthest cloud,
Showing my spirit that life can be proud.
II.
The world turned blue as I learnt to see
All the love and divinity surrounding me.
Blue fades in, teaching me to understand
Others and the roads they walk over land.
III.
The world faded to grey when I saw the war;
Told violence is wrong, but they ask for more.
I learnt to question things in my own way,
Learning to see myself; who I am today.
IV.
The world rained silver when my heart found love;
Eyes glint with happiness like a sign from above.
Everything so shiny and life feeling so good,
I hope this feeling would stay if it could.
V.
The world fell black when love was taken away.
Night chased down the sun, destroying the day.
Nothing more to see in a life so devastated
By words that left me feeling so isolated.
VI.
The world grew green when the black was overgrown.
The light returned brighter than I had ever known.
Trees and grass came up through the ground,
Making me hear the world's breathtaking sound.
VII.
The world bleeding red when it came to an end.
Blood pumped to my head like storms that Gods send.
Down on the ground where the earth soaks it up,
I lay in my grave with my eyes firmly shut.
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Friday, August 15, 2008
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YOU FOUND ME
Category: Writing and Poetry
You found me as the day ran out of time;
The night began with the midnight chime.
The sun was gone; buried underground,
Never again to come back around.
You found me at a time that was the worst;
Parts of my mind had fallen under curse.
The darkness speaks from the back,
Haunting thoughts dressed in black.
You found me with holes in my eyes
That distorted everything into lies;
Truths were shown to me in a
Darker light for me to see.
You found me at the end of what is said
To be a journey deep and dark in my head.
In finding demons to fight and slay,
The home they held started to stray.
You found me as I came to the end.
The world underfoot was to descend
Into the dark, away from the light.
One last trek deep into the night.
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
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AT THE CEMETERY
Category: Writing and Poetry
Grassy paths drenched with sunlit dew
Lined the remains of souls I once knew.
The sun refused to accept the melancholy
Atmosphere that imposed itself on me;
Shone right through me, right on down
To warm the head that holds my crown.
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Currently
listening
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30 Seconds to Mars
By
30 Seconds to Mars
Release date: 2002-08-27
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Friday, July 11, 2008
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LOVE WAITS
Category: Writing and Poetry
The girl that I see every day on that street
Looks like she's waiting for someone to meet.
Nervous glances left and right and then at me,
Wondering if I'm wondering if we're meant to be.
I watch her watching me, turning and on my way.
I should've said something; I had nothing to say.
Days pass, and she becomes the background scene
On that street, wondering what could have been.
That one morning something was missing; felt wrong.
The street felt emptier like something was gone.
The whole day, it haunted me the reason why.
Then I realised she had gone without saying goodbye.
I never found her name crossing the space between
Our passing feet, but she knew me in this scene.
Her presence on that road was becoming of fame.
Now I hear that she now comes down with the rain.
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Currently
listening
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Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace
By
The Offspring
Release date: 2008-06-17
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
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INCOMPLETE
Category: MySpace
Resting places wait for their owners
Like pets that wait for their meat.
Holed into the ground ahead in time,
The plot of dirt has a meal to eat.
I walk on, knowing not where I fall;
Wondering if the next step is my last.
Every moment of baited breath inhales
The bitter clean taste of life's past.
The ground that stretches beyond eyes
Has fallen, rotted corpses under feet
That have walked as far as they could;
Some fell before they were complete.
The sun beats down, pushing me back
To where I may stumble in the street.
The day that I fall down and give in,
I will not go down being incomplete.
09:34
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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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NOVA
Category: Writing and Poetry
Far out in space where nothing breathes,
Stars sparkle like when diamonds freeze.
But not of ice, these stars are made.
They burn like furnaces until they fade.
Born into the universe young and bright,
Clustered together, making quite a sight.
Deep at the back of our field of vision,
The smallest star burns for our attention.
Clear skies don't cloud over with lies;
Secrets forgotten lay behind our skies.
We were never alone in a life of infinity.
Those who choose to see it, see a destiny.
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Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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HOUSEHOLD
Category: Writing and Poetry
The running of the house is under control
Like the sides of a well; a confined hole.
Rules of the house are to be observed
And followed like nothing you've deserved.
The family is all you have to back you
When you're under threat and run through.
The spine of the building is strong,
Holding you up like here you belong.
The head of the table is unmoved to say
That his house is in order day after day.
Siblings earn their status with loyalty
To a throne that fills them with admiralty.
Feel the room curve around the vain and proud, and
Those who would never whisper their corruption aloud.
This household is strong, never showing weak signs.
Unchallenged, the house will not pay for its crimes.
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Sunday, July 06, 2008
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INVISIBLE ANGELS
Category: Writing and Poetry
The sun is taken by the twilight; that
Melancholic time that starts the night.
Between the day, night; light, dark;
Ghosts of Angels haunt the city park.
Caught in the light in another dimension,
Angels are seen in light's tight tension.
Glimpses of their shapes are seen swift
From the eye's corner when eyelids lift.
In the twilight of a perfect sunset,
Heaven is made on earth, but we forget
That angels are here among our senses;
The world superficial, full of pretenses.
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Currently
listening
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Agony & Irony (Deluxe Edition)
By
Alkaline Trio
Release date: 2008-07-01
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23:03
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
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END OF THE WORLD
Our world, so deep and so bright,
Feels like giving in without fight.
At home in the center of space,
It has grown full of disgrace.
The wars that rage under the skin
Are old, used, and wearing thin.
Still comes the chaos and fray;
Smoke grows thicker every day.
Feeling ill with troubles of fate,
This is how things have been of late.
Screaming inside, taking sides, the
Stars are not there for it to confide.
They faded away, or maybe were pushed.
The lonely world is heartbroken; crushed.
Left alone in the dark of the universe,
This is like living inside of a curse.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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EVERY NIGHT
Category: Writing and Poetry
The home star fire warms the ground I walk
through the days that never fail to wait.
Working like machines, oiled up and strong;
Feeling fulfilment to keep going until late.
When the day is done; workload is defeated,
the trek home is a routine journey into night.
Taking off the shackles of the world in light
and embracing the dark that creeps into sight.
The thoughts of a day of hopes and dreams
attempt to stay close to the next daybreak,
keeping my happiness alive within my mind
without losing anything and becoming fake.
Every night, I surrender to my imagination.
The night that changes my world gives birth
to thoughts of absolution and desolation.
09:18
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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SUNSET STRIP
Category: Writing and Poetry
Towns and cities are alive in the sunlight
With souls moving freely through their bones.
As the sun falls asleep at night,
Streets are left deserted when they're alone.
Light is stripped away from a playful day
When the moon chases the sun from the sky.
The world is left feeling empty and melancholic,
When children disappear inside with a heavy sigh.
Lights, sounds, and colors of all sizes
Die out as Paradise finishes its duty.
It won't be long before the sun yet again rises.
But, for some, the night is a thing of Beauty.
10:11
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Monday, June 23, 2008
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TIRE
Category: Writing and Poetry
Down on the streets where we walk day after day,
Our shoes wear thin like the games that we play.
Dillusional that the future is full of good times,
All roads are believed to lead down the right lines.
Not every road is said to reach an end,
No matter how hard we hope and pretend.
As hard as I try for some better ways,
I am not growing up in my younger days.
I walk on, trying to reach the sun-heated field
Of where I used to lay, watching my fears yield
To what time was bringing for me, full of smiles;
Clear skies and visible horizons spread for miles.
Still, I walk through a dark world into the unknown,
Moving on in whichever direction the wind is blown;
One day stumbling upon a home in the world, or not.
I will stop where time finds me with his final shot.
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Currently
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Sam's Town
By
The Killers
Release date: 2006-10-03
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Friday, June 20, 2008
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THREAT OF DAWN
Category: Writing and Poetry
Under the stars that we swore upon
To take with us when we leave this place,
Hope we will have when we're gone.
The hope that we will see it through
To the end like the blood pact we always held
From the first days when our love grew.
The threat of dawn is becoming a worry;
The end is so final when the sun incinerates.
Our last peaceful moments are no hurry.
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Currently
listening
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This Is Forever
By
She Wants Revenge
Release date: 2007-10-09
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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GOD’S TRAVELS
Category: Writing and Poetry
I feel like I am watching
Everything from space.
Watching the world
And the Human Race.
The Human Spirit lifts
Whenever I come close.
Falling through space,
The world I love the most.
A unique spark is found
Inside every living thing.
This is the spirit of life
And the Hope it may bring.
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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XERXES
Category: Writing and Poetry
On top of the throne, living like the Divine;
A snap of finger or a quick glance,
The path of truth and deception intertwine.
A Mortal God that has every wish granted
By slaves and disciples, unhuman;
Befitting a meglomaniac thinking enchanted.
Gold drips from skin, lifted by pride
Of an empire thirsty for more;
Blood will flow with the turn of tide.
A display of beautifully crafted domination,
The Empiric machine moves as one;
For king and god, and for eternal salvation.
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