Sometimes I look at a mirror just to look at myself,
knowing that someone will look back at me with the curiosity I exude.
Wondering where the multiple parts of self once existed,
now receded like a tsunami about to silently wash back in with great force.
Monotonous days of work and life.
Frustration from shackles to the past and the future.
It’s not alarming to feel,
but what can be done when the switch won’t turn off.
It’s like the annoying loud sound of a foghorn that refuses to run out of air.
or the sentimental balloon someone accidently lets go of and hopes it pops and falls back down to the ground before getting to
Where were the words to lift me up,
where was the silence to contrast the sighs,
where were the words to bring me back to the ground,
where were the voices to say aloud,
your journey is not complete.
I wandered internally and found an empty space,
time was against me and what's lost will not be replaced;
why do desires always make me feel erased?
Like a smooth table on which I place my head,
time is cold and unsympathetic to what's meant.
I wander on my own to find myself instead.
What else can I say,
I am compliant in this way.
I found a light, little did I know that it only lead to darkness.
I Followed it anyways, figuring why not.
Sometimes knowing what's ahead is the killer of being in the present of a moment.
Either way, I found myself along that path.
What a broken human I saw before me, lost, detatched from herself, and in silence.
I heard nothing from her on the inside, and the outside was a series of sterotypical moments.
A smile and a nod, a far off look into the stars, and empty gaze down at the grass.
She put her hands over her eyes, but a noise kept ringing in her ears. She put her hands over her mouth, but her sudden wimpering still came out. S
Kill everything you love, cry in solitude, don't cry at all, sing a song.
A life lived in the twisted lane, not normal in any way. The past of a cherished world left for darker days.
This addictive lifestyle, it's like digging a grave. Been there somewhat and had to be brave.
Cause circumstances arose to tweak my track, only to ride through the shadow I cast.
This overwhelming feeling I cant deny. So displeased, "why me?" I cry.
Agony Raises Conciousness by rulebreaker01, literature
Literature
Agony Raises Conciousness
Held a mirror up too my face,
saw a stranger in my place.
Tried to scream but only sighed, I dont know myself, why do I try.
What do I see? I'm alone with myself.
Scary, scary, scary, are the feelings inside.
Once bitten, twice shy, no one came to help.
So slipped behind the couch where I often hide.
This is what I get instead of a home, a place for my soul to slave and drone. A hell on earth and a constant climb, with infinite falls and my ass on the line.
I let it marinate, then fall into bliss. Creating happy catastrophe. Mourning the loss I've gained, seems I've lost myself again.
Just one more time is never enough. Cant stop thinking, cant stop dreaming.
Could it be true...I'm never alone, yet I am.
I remember times I wasn't so lucky, but luck didn't play a part.
The worst is over for now, but the new is upon me.
Some things I have, I want. Others I would toss without a second thought.
Walls come crashing down, I sorta expecte
Say repeat, say forget, say truth.
Say bleed, say please, say take me and leave together.
Say I'm hurt, say I miss you, say I'm sorry, say goodbye.
Say why, say nothing, say goodnight.
You say be happy, have a coke and a smile.
Why try to fix hate and in new shoes, walk a mile.
Not impossible to care just hard to understand,
why tell you this and not feel I've made a stand.
I'm angry but who's to say for how long, I keep myself withdrawn and at times alone.
Comment on my life, my body, and my soul. But you'll never know me, I'm a mystery unsolved.
Til the moment when I realize I didn't die in vain, save peace for the ones with someone to blame.
I once asked myself, what is love? The answer was something I never dreamed of.
Love, the feeling which could break your heart. Then cradle your pieces of what once was.
Love's a fragile feeling that makes you strong, sing gently to wind when you feel broke down.
Learn the tricks of the trade and move on in stride, love may not have been meant this time.
It's sad sometimes, the truth which is revealed, be sad but don't forget it's good to feel.
Pain lets you know that your life is still real. Time doesn't care how well you deal.
Love, I can say, is never gentle, nor meant for the weak and faint of heart. Once again, love it can tear you
Carried with the wind by rulebreaker01, literature
Literature
Carried with the wind
I am a leader in my own world,
tried to see life through a tainted girl.
Left only with regret and a broken heart,
so much stress tears my life apart.
Seeing dreams and a world not reality,
seen life though the darkest of being.
Wondering when the positive will come into play,
wanting more but unable to obtain a bright day.
If I'm lost, I will find my happy ending.
Though happy is only a feeling unrecognized.
Living life in a world uncaring and with people willing to take me for granted.
I just want to have peace in an uncaring world,
why do they try to destroy this girl?
Sometimes I look at a mirror just to look at myself,
knowing that someone will look back at me with the curiosity I exude.
Wondering where the multiple parts of self once existed,
now receded like a tsunami about to silently wash back in with great force.
Monotonous days of work and life.
Frustration from shackles to the past and the future.
It’s not alarming to feel,
but what can be done when the switch won’t turn off.
It’s like the annoying loud sound of a foghorn that refuses to run out of air.
or the sentimental balloon someone accidently lets go of and hopes it pops and falls back down to the ground before getting to
Where were the words to lift me up,
where was the silence to contrast the sighs,
where were the words to bring me back to the ground,
where were the voices to say aloud,
your journey is not complete.
I wandered internally and found an empty space,
time was against me and what's lost will not be replaced;
why do desires always make me feel erased?
Like a smooth table on which I place my head,
time is cold and unsympathetic to what's meant.
I wander on my own to find myself instead.
What else can I say,
I am compliant in this way.
I found a light, little did I know that it only lead to darkness.
I Followed it anyways, figuring why not.
Sometimes knowing what's ahead is the killer of being in the present of a moment.
Either way, I found myself along that path.
What a broken human I saw before me, lost, detatched from herself, and in silence.
I heard nothing from her on the inside, and the outside was a series of sterotypical moments.
A smile and a nod, a far off look into the stars, and empty gaze down at the grass.
She put her hands over her eyes, but a noise kept ringing in her ears. She put her hands over her mouth, but her sudden wimpering still came out. S
Kill everything you love, cry in solitude, don't cry at all, sing a song.
A life lived in the twisted lane, not normal in any way. The past of a cherished world left for darker days.
This addictive lifestyle, it's like digging a grave. Been there somewhat and had to be brave.
Cause circumstances arose to tweak my track, only to ride through the shadow I cast.
This overwhelming feeling I cant deny. So displeased, "why me?" I cry.
Agony Raises Conciousness by rulebreaker01, literature
Literature
Agony Raises Conciousness
Held a mirror up too my face,
saw a stranger in my place.
Tried to scream but only sighed, I dont know myself, why do I try.
What do I see? I'm alone with myself.
Scary, scary, scary, are the feelings inside.
Once bitten, twice shy, no one came to help.
So slipped behind the couch where I often hide.
This is what I get instead of a home, a place for my soul to slave and drone. A hell on earth and a constant climb, with infinite falls and my ass on the line.
I let it marinate, then fall into bliss. Creating happy catastrophe. Mourning the loss I've gained, seems I've lost myself again.
Just one more time is never enough. Cant stop thinking, cant stop dreaming.
Could it be true...I'm never alone, yet I am.
I remember times I wasn't so lucky, but luck didn't play a part.
The worst is over for now, but the new is upon me.
Some things I have, I want. Others I would toss without a second thought.
Walls come crashing down, I sorta expecte
Say repeat, say forget, say truth.
Say bleed, say please, say take me and leave together.
Say I'm hurt, say I miss you, say I'm sorry, say goodbye.
Say why, say nothing, say goodnight.
You say be happy, have a coke and a smile.
Why try to fix hate and in new shoes, walk a mile.
Not impossible to care just hard to understand,
why tell you this and not feel I've made a stand.
I'm angry but who's to say for how long, I keep myself withdrawn and at times alone.
Comment on my life, my body, and my soul. But you'll never know me, I'm a mystery unsolved.
Til the moment when I realize I didn't die in vain, save peace for the ones with someone to blame.
I once asked myself, what is love? The answer was something I never dreamed of.
Love, the feeling which could break your heart. Then cradle your pieces of what once was.
Love's a fragile feeling that makes you strong, sing gently to wind when you feel broke down.
Learn the tricks of the trade and move on in stride, love may not have been meant this time.
It's sad sometimes, the truth which is revealed, be sad but don't forget it's good to feel.
Pain lets you know that your life is still real. Time doesn't care how well you deal.
Love, I can say, is never gentle, nor meant for the weak and faint of heart. Once again, love it can tear you
Carried with the wind by rulebreaker01, literature
Literature
Carried with the wind
I am a leader in my own world,
tried to see life through a tainted girl.
Left only with regret and a broken heart,
so much stress tears my life apart.
Seeing dreams and a world not reality,
seen life though the darkest of being.
Wondering when the positive will come into play,
wanting more but unable to obtain a bright day.
If I'm lost, I will find my happy ending.
Though happy is only a feeling unrecognized.
Living life in a world uncaring and with people willing to take me for granted.
I just want to have peace in an uncaring world,
why do they try to destroy this girl?
Life is truly a crazy thing. As I fall, I pick myself up again and again. It's tiring but what else can I do besides lay down and die. That's so totally not an option. Grief is only a matter of time. Life is only a matter of time. Laughter can be induced. Why not just go with the flow. Guess that's what I'll do.
I have wants in life which Jay Leno says brings people sadness. He once said (among others I'm sure) that wanting is what brings people to depression and sadness because they often can't have what they want or lose it at some point. I wouldn't say that I'm a person who wants very much. In fact people often say that they are surprised by how little I want out of life and are uber surprised by the things that bring me joy and amusement. It doesn't take much to make me happy and I have no problem with that; However, I thought about a familiar face this evening and I don't know that I will be able to sleep because of it. He's always on my mind,
Not much to say really. I just feel very accepting and forgiving right now. Of course there are some things that even if I tell myself I forgive it, I don't truly feel that way (I just feel obligated to) so I won't lie, there is one thing I still can't forgive, but that's not what I wanted to talk about. I'm strangely calm and ambitious at the moment. Maybe I'm just really hungry and want to kick off my shoes and sit on the couch, perhaps read a book that I'm not obligated too. Either way I have a small performance in 2 hours and a lot on my mind. It would be nice to have more freedom to work on my art. School and dance are important but I re