Oh, how the time will fly
When you just want to die,
And you'll throw your life away.
But no, not today,
You'll survive the fray,
Forced to live for tommorrow.
Decide to stay, decide to go,
Only you can do it, so
Die on your own time, why don't you.
Just what can you do?
If only you knew,
Then you'd have your answer.
But nothing's ever for sure,
The future's a blur,
Certainty is only a lie.
Though you know the time will fly,
But you never think you'll die,
And you'll throw your life away.
Into death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From this earth,
We are free,
Without mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
This is fact;
We are the dead.
Sing It
So sing me that song,
Now give me that beat,
And as the night goes on,
The music's moving your feet.
I'm singing my song,
Pumping out the beat,
My heart's beating along
With those sounds so sweet.
We don't need anything
But what's in our hearts,
When we just want to sing
As the music starts.
My heart's really pumping,
As my adrenaline surges,
The music is thumping,
Satisfying the soul's urges.
For tonight, we're free,
The world? We're on top!
We're who we want to be
And we don't want to stop.
So we're singing to that song,
Stomping the beat with our feet,
As the night goes on for so long,
The music's moving our
Discarded
Oh, how the time will fly
When you just want to die,
And you'll throw your life away.
But no, not today,
You'll survive the fray,
Forced to live for your Tommorrow.
Decide to stay, decide to go,
Only you can do it, so
Die on your own time, why don't you.
What can you do?
If only you knew,
If you only had your answer.
But nothing's ever for sure,
The future's a blur,
Certainty's only a cheap shoddy lie.
Though you know the time will fly,
You'll never think you'll die,
And you'll throw your life away.
An Ode to Writers Block
The words won't come,
Let 'em have their way!
There's nothing worse for a Writer
Than Writer's block, I say!
Scribbling in my notebook,
Devising Rhyme and Meter,
Yet sometimes I get stuck,
And it just doesn't work.
But then I realize; All along,
I had my inspiration.
I don't know if it's right or wrong,
I just wanted to make a Deviation!
You
When it comes to love,
Ignorance is bliss,
No help coming from above,
Though I just never know this:
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do
To be the one with you?
Your deep eyes, staring at me,
Your soft hair, your smooth skin,
Your body drives my fingers crazy...
I want to be there, through thick and thin,
So...
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do
To be the one with you?
When did our hearts both shut?
I want to be the way we were.
Get back to there, back to what...
What we'll only know when you answer...
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I h
Words
Let the letters come, smoothly,
flowing, dripping down the page,
as they flow from the pen, full
of ink. They are both tied to the
other, for their lifeblood is ink,
or of lead, and give them form.
Thus this is a pure face of the
creation of beauteous poems
and foul libels. Full of wonder,
magic, the future, the past, all
of creation, and yet also the
mundane, book-keepings,
spelling tests, lists, legalese,
facts that are written and
rewritten, time and time
again, yet always coming
back to the start, anew.
To be writing at all
and of the basic
tenets of all
literature.
Words.
Oh, how the time will fly
When you just want to die,
And you'll throw your life away.
But no, not today,
You'll survive the fray,
Forced to live for tommorrow.
Decide to stay, decide to go,
Only you can do it, so
Die on your own time, why don't you.
Just what can you do?
If only you knew,
Then you'd have your answer.
But nothing's ever for sure,
The future's a blur,
Certainty is only a lie.
Though you know the time will fly,
But you never think you'll die,
And you'll throw your life away.
Into death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From this earth,
We are free,
Without mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
This is fact;
We are the dead.
Sing It
So sing me that song,
Now give me that beat,
And as the night goes on,
The music's moving your feet.
I'm singing my song,
Pumping out the beat,
My heart's beating along
With those sounds so sweet.
We don't need anything
But what's in our hearts,
When we just want to sing
As the music starts.
My heart's really pumping,
As my adrenaline surges,
The music is thumping,
Satisfying the soul's urges.
For tonight, we're free,
The world? We're on top!
We're who we want to be
And we don't want to stop.
So we're singing to that song,
Stomping the beat with our feet,
As the night goes on for so long,
The music's moving our
Discarded
Oh, how the time will fly
When you just want to die,
And you'll throw your life away.
But no, not today,
You'll survive the fray,
Forced to live for your Tommorrow.
Decide to stay, decide to go,
Only you can do it, so
Die on your own time, why don't you.
What can you do?
If only you knew,
If you only had your answer.
But nothing's ever for sure,
The future's a blur,
Certainty's only a cheap shoddy lie.
Though you know the time will fly,
You'll never think you'll die,
And you'll throw your life away.
An Ode to Writers Block
The words won't come,
Let 'em have their way!
There's nothing worse for a Writer
Than Writer's block, I say!
Scribbling in my notebook,
Devising Rhyme and Meter,
Yet sometimes I get stuck,
And it just doesn't work.
But then I realize; All along,
I had my inspiration.
I don't know if it's right or wrong,
I just wanted to make a Deviation!
You
When it comes to love,
Ignorance is bliss,
No help coming from above,
Though I just never know this:
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do
To be the one with you?
Your deep eyes, staring at me,
Your soft hair, your smooth skin,
Your body drives my fingers crazy...
I want to be there, through thick and thin,
So...
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do
To be the one with you?
When did our hearts both shut?
I want to be the way we were.
Get back to there, back to what...
What we'll only know when you answer...
What do I have to do?
What do I have to do?
What do I h
Words
Let the letters come, smoothly,
flowing, dripping down the page,
as they flow from the pen, full
of ink. They are both tied to the
other, for their lifeblood is ink,
or of lead, and give them form.
Thus this is a pure face of the
creation of beauteous poems
and foul libels. Full of wonder,
magic, the future, the past, all
of creation, and yet also the
mundane, book-keepings,
spelling tests, lists, legalese,
facts that are written and
rewritten, time and time
again, yet always coming
back to the start, anew.
To be writing at all
and of the basic
tenets of all
literature.
Words.
Call me, I melt in sorrow
Tell me, it'll be gone tomorrow
I'm living off time I've borrowed
I try to think but it's all too slow
I fight to stay up, but I'm sinking below
I only wish on stars when they die
I only try when it's too hard to cry
This world's too dark and ready to dry
Too baron and broken for me to rely
It's spiraling down while all stand by
But just when it seems to be too much
Just when I know I've had more than enough
This feeling emerges, it's rough and it's tough
It rises up and calls on my bluff –
Life's never too hard, there's never too much
It's only for wimps to give in
Only for the fainthearted, lily-liv
Into death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.
Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.
Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: COBY Skin of choice: Mine is fine, thanks. Personal Quote: All we really control is the way we act, and react; Some view me as cold, or distant. But really, I just take in what happens, and I choose the way I act and react.
Woo. Happy birthday, May the first.
Ugh.
I've got a couple of good things, and a couple of bad things.
First, the good: I'm creating a site right now, and it will be opening very soon. It's an interesting experiment, and if it works, I may expand, though I'll need to learn more about servers and computers, especially coding. Also, life is going okay. I might go and check out a movie tommorrow, and play some DDR at the theatre, if I'm in the mood for a drive and a flick(I really like the setlist on the theatre's machine).
Bad news. I've been checking up on a few things I left sit on the web, and none of it is looking good. I've probably go
This economy is really bad. No one's hiring.
My parents are acting pretentious again. Just because I want to play a video game to relax doesn't mean I should be treated like some kind of vapid slacker. I can't MAKE people hire me. I can't FORCE them to call. I can't DEMAND a job. I can only give them my resumes, do my best in interviews, and accept whatever position I can get.
I might try going even farther from home looking for a job. Maybe try a few places 25-50km away. Hellish commutes, but maybe I might get somewhere.
If I get bitched out one more time, I'm going to pool all of my money for a ticket to my sister's place; Might be able