can't wait to read about how much of a bastard i am.
c ya on the other side of the glass.
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Tuesday, 8 February 2005 can't wait to read about how much of a bastard i am. c ya on the other side of the glass. Monday, 7 February 2005 When my world falls down around me, And the ground is sinking sand; When peace can't be found on this earth, I reach out for your hand. When your hand wraps around my own A peace beyond all reason, A rest there in your touch; Something in your quiet words, My heart yearns for so much. Like a cool sweet taste of water, For a tired thirsty man; My heart finds peace, When I reach out for your hand. Friday, 4 February 2005 All the subtle flavors of my life are become bitter seeds and poisoned leaves without you You represent what's true I drain the color from the sky And turn blue without you These arms lack a purpose Flapping like a humming-bird I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left eye you're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1 In you the song which rights my wrongs In you the fullness of living The power to begin again From right now, in you We come 1 I'm unafraid never never scared Worries washed pressed air I am the left eye you're the right Would it not be madness to fight We come 1
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Post Comment | View Comments (1) | Permalink | Share This Post Saturday, 29 January 2005 It?s true The way I feel Was promised by your face The sound of your voice Painted on my memories Even if you?re not with me I?m with you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes With you You, now I see Keeping everything inside With You You, now I see Even when I close my eyes No, I won?t let you control my fate While I?m holding the weight of the world on my conscience No, I won?t just sit here and wait While you weighing options You?re making a fool of me No, you didn?t dare try to say that you don?t care And solemnly swear not to follow me there No, it ain?t like me to beg on my knees Oh, please, oh, baby, please That?s not how I?m doing things No, I?m not upset No, I?m not angry I know love is love, Love and sometimes it pains me With or without you I?ll always be with you You?ll never forget me I?m keeping you with me No, I won?t let you take me to the end of my rope While you burn it and torture my soul No, I?m not your puppet And, no, no, no, I won?t let you go No, no matter how far we?ve come I can?t wait to see tomorrow No matter how far we?ve come, I I can?t wait to see tomorrow Thursday, 20 January 2005 I was given the gift of a brain. I was given the curse of thinking. I was given the responsibility of my mind. It all a creates a resolution of existence. I Fear I am close to Self atonement, And will not enjoy the rest of my life. Tuesday, 18 January 2005 Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Nor, nor, nor, blonk. Sunday, 16 January 2005 (Sad post goes here) Friday, 14 January 2005 "I see angels trapped beneath the ice And feel stranger in my bed at night Cloudy skies to cover up the feelings buried in the dark how i think you understand The night is silent in your hands I've given everything I have And when its gone There's nothing left but me sadness whispers her condolences For the greatest tragedy of all is love lost But the greatest virtue belongs to those who will give everything to love again It is a test" Helen - The CruxShadows Man this band rocks. I just remimbered that i hate school. this whole read and study thing just ant my style. ill live. Tuesday, 11 January 2005 If i could take a star each time you made me smile, then i would have the sky in the palm of my hand. Things are going grate right now. Linds is wonderful, and I miss her every day. But I got school now, Starting tomorrow. (wish me luck) Looks like I?m becoming more a philosophy major and less of a communications. But I don?t care, Finally getting back into Table top gaming, and doing more writing. The world is becoming balanced once again.
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Updated: Tuesday, 11 January 2005 10:42 PM CST Post Comment | Permalink | Share This Post Monday, 10 January 2005 Never stops Once more comes the victim, At the slightest inclination. Once more comes the accused. Never ends. |