Where Or What?When you leave this life, What do you see? A place of strife? Or a world of glee?Where Or What?
You escape your mind, Leaving all behind. This world is empty, but yet it is full.
Where will you go? A Land of sorrow? Will you be free? Eternally Happy?
The nonexistant place, Of loving embrace. Or the brimstone fire, harbouring desire.
Fruits of your labour, but nothing to savour. Forlorn physical being, What'll your soul be seeing?
ParanoidParanoid mess, in my confused delirium, Need to sit back and enjoy the ride, Feelings emote emptiness, The void taking over my soul.Paranoid
Everyone needs to grow, Mistakes make us stronger, Pain feeds our emotions, That is the circle.
The circle of what? It can be life or death, Fear, pain, resent or happiness, Anything, everything and nothing.
The circle is not vicious, It just adapts, evolves and mutates, It revolves around how we live, Utter control and power, its what we thrive on.
Seldom do we actually have power, S
SinkingI waited - entwined in tortured song, That had been singing all night long. It danced upon the dark, dense air, And whispered a hymn of sadness, fair. It governed my mind, and reaped my head, As I rest upon my gentle bed. It's howling voices all around me rang, But louder than all, Satan sang:Sinking
"Sleep in the land Where the uncertain dwell, In the place without time, Even deeper than Hell,
Where unruly creatures, Roam deserted lands, And seas set in fire, Burn ashy, black, sands."
Entranced within the lullaby, I shut my eve
A few more questions...Why must every rose have thorns? Why must every laugh come with scorn? Why must my hope always be forlorn? Why is it that to die, first you must be born?A few more questions...
I ask a thousand questions, whose answers I may not find, I sit back, watching and waiting, silver silence in rewind.
Why must love always come with tears? When only seconds have passed, why does it seem like years? Why do they make it sound so easy to "just face your fears"? Why is it that when you finally find some answers, more questions appear?
I've asked a thousand questions, whose answers I have no found,
S vs SThe time has past that I wanted you And so you gave into me But now all the time I fucking hate you Until strenght is weakend and you need me I don't need your bullshit and your lies There not lies and you know it, we both do on the inside That's where You'll always stay and never come out You've pushed me back down for only alittle bit, soon it will be time for me to come out My face will change, and so will my skin See that twitching eye, that little grin? Too bad you'll never get a hold of all of me Oh sure I will just you wait and see. I want to see a girl for just aS vs S
The Future has been WrittenWhy does it seem that the more hope I conjure, The harder it becomes to find? That I should be so unlucky, To have just what I need to be content with my life, Yet find myself so distant from peace, That the only friend I have, Is my very own naivety.The Future has been Written
I now realize that hope is a tricky thing, Not simply a matter of belief, For whether optimistic or not, Reality does not change for our hopes and dreams, As if it ever did, Hope is little more than a delusion, Blinding us from the truth, That we all must face, Willingly or otherwise, Sooner or
It rained again today, But this time it was specail. The sun was out, and it was raining.
I think its one of the first times in the UK, I have stepped outside in the rain, and just loved it. and there was a rainbow.
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
But looking past all that. The two weeks of summer I get, if that. Out weigh all the depressing rain, grey days, cold nights etc.
It's still a beautiful place really... When you learn to look past all the shit.
In SA I just dont have to look past as much, thats the only reason why i like it better.
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
Its really just the cloedminded shit i cant stand. tbh.
Hope your having a gooood cold day.
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What a silly question.... :]
OFCOURSE I FUCKING AM.
... This country can get so god damn...... wet??
I long for the crisp sun.... and elephant crap.
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
x
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
What was his name? x
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Know anyone from PMB area? Howick maybe? x
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x
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Not living there anymore though.
How's all?
Your poetry is really amazing. x
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"You've gotta get in to get out"
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