Night is nigh

bland finish to an array of inputs,
it's just tiresome dragging itself further,
fear is that drive, which shouldn't be,
scream for one night, 'cause two is too much.

kolan,
I wonder how deep it was meant for,
call it racism, but blame the generation,
what's perception when yours is theirs.

tears from another becomes a fragile nexus,
their sorrow awakens that subtle smile,
connotations of bliss from depression,
it's truly beautiful ugly,
to love the broken,
only when you're broken because of love.

abandon a child and he becomes independent,
abandon your emotions and you won't become.




cry murder in the sky,
black feathers, you're one to wonder.

Lifecycle

5

Without another word,
You walked out of my life,
But it's ‘cause I let you walk out of my mind,
And I ain't missing you no more,
‘Cause the mind that missed you once,
is the same one that says goodbye.


The smaller pieces that once came together,
are now just fragments on the floor,
'cause the setting that I once envisioned
is just a hollow frame of bone,
There goes the start and progressing footprint,
But the end cannot be seen,
The ocean is just too vast to find our washed away steps,
To see how we would eventually part.


And I see the world as a shadowed labyrinth,
While you see it as a clock going 5 minutes too slow,
Days go by not longing to see the days go by,
You may still be beautiful on the inside,
But you're no longer beautiful to me.


Why is it that the past always look lovelier?
Could it be to make up for a messed up future?
There's no more need to rush to save us,
‘cause that would only help me to get over you.


I thought that I was careful enough,
But then you became the cliché that shouldn't have been.
To play the role in keeping your smile on,
And not smiling one myself,
Don't want to hear your faults without the action,
Or to hear those comforts that needs to be triggered.


And I see the world as a shadowed labyrinth,
While you see it as a clock going 5 minutes too slow,
Days go by not longing to see the days go by,
You may still be beautiful on the inside,
But you're no longer beautiful to me.

Even if it takes awhile, I'll wait right here until I see that smile

♥
-Saosin, Cold, Eve 6, Shawn Mullins, Rascall Flatts-

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

Kind of like the waves, that roll their whole life towards somewhere crashing on the shore
That's blown in by the wind, that carries the clouds to hide my wish on a fallen star

Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gonna come too soon

Everything's gonna be all right,
Rockabye, rockabye.
Everything's gonna be all right,
Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye

But here comes goodbye

you

Purple Paragon

Ever the same,
Varies with bits from the comforting routine,
Ending the day with a phone call,
Laying still so gently,
Yearning for a purpose,
Needless to say, i am blessed...

Time struts at its own pace,
Opening up doors and closing windows elsewhere,
However it was not, it sure is beautiful as it is.

Kept to make sure it would flourish,
Heaped on with a pile of cares,
Elevated in comfort,
Never a burden, always a blessing,
Given time and effort, this would last...

Let the trials and blissful seasons remind you,
It would take a whole lot more to break this bond,
Now all there is to do, is live, love, laugh...
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like memories repeating on a record,
you are treasured, all the way into the core.

the internet screams to the world,
the black album is filled with the needed intimacy,
you know the sentimentality it's meant for,
an open chest encased in its own world.

Happy Birthday my dear paragon,
loves.
<3

Sowing Ignorance

Don't need this,
Can't not have that,
To those who share it,
I applaud you.




complain has yet to meet pathetic,
so, that won't happen.

Uninvited

go on and face the world at its back,
it plays dirty anyway,
no matter which direction you're at,
it'll stab you in the back.
your fault,
its is sphere.

too much so Your face,
too little so Your voice,
we don't get it,
we don't not get it.

picture,
4 cents worth, none the richer;
now picture,
having half of 3, and a broken bit of 1;
story of my life.
so far, that is.

pretentious?
no.
tolerant?
still no.
sensible?
seems so.

Goodbye to you

'Somewhere in Between'
-Lifehouse-

I can't meet
Losing sleep over this
No I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours
I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing

Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomoroow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy

Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomoroow
I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream

Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Dont be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this

Cause I cannot stand still
I can be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Been waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real
Just a dream
What is real just a dream

life's an odd thing to exist as

Ciao bella

Smile
-Uncle Cracker-

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

----
you're the birds in the breeze,
the otters in the sea,
a prancing deer playing with the bees,
a burning candle on the soft sandy beach,
when you turn around i can see,
the dew on the leaves,
a bright ripe apple near a pine tree,
the dancing rays of the morning sun.
yeah, you should make me smile.

its all tailor made for us,
smile at those cloud formation,
'cause that's the closest way you're
going to get your smile to Him...

frowning requires energy,
smiling requires less,
as we are usually tired,
avoid the former and latter.

'that was a beautiful smile'
(everything can be done hypothetically)
'that would have been a beautiful smile'

my heart would smile with you,
but my kidneys has two to offer,
my intestine has the widest smile,
and my brain can smile in multiple languages.

Because we are hybrids

It took me this long to find a smile such as yours,
it wasn't an easy one to come by, mind you...
i had to go through smiles of torment,
smiles of masked emotion,
smiles of my fair deceiver,
smiles that made happiness everything,
smiles that hurt in the dark,
smiles of the nonchalant,
smiles of the superficial enquirer,
smiles for a second chance,
and smiles before the chance is made third...
to look at you give it out so earnestly,
the smile that smiles,
one that shows the tear in your heart,
and the tear in your eye,
one that shows the cuts on your arm,
and the bruises after a fall,
one that shows the past repressions,
and the current temptations,
but your smile is yours,
because it smiles together with smiles that expresses,
an upstream swim when the current pushes you forward too fast,
a constant battle between the angels and demons of your own,
a desire to be found when you feel complete,
a road that is pointless, but is driven on for the destination's sake,
a smile that is yours, and yours alone...

let no one define you,
because there is no definition.

Buona notte, sogni dolce

Kesempatan yang diambil,
maafkanku kerana menyakitimu,
tak akan terulang lagi,
terima kasih untuk segalanya.
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with relation to the resting stride,
I'm taking all of these failed attempts,
but failure also brings with it a lost of passion,
and you can't just bag that.

life just needs some sorting out, that's all.
there's nothing life won't give you to sort out life,
everything but a new life, and a do-over,
but that's just life.

life's like that...

sand dollars

your concrete stare,
left behind my reluctance,
there will no longer be chasms half filled,
wall to wall, no avian escape,
bleak misery from the warmth of the sun,
in the cracks of the ocean bed,
a home from malevolent currents.


I need concurrent gestures
as much as I need a half driven pike,
tell me its a solar eclipse,
warn me that it will not be total,
but half and half is beautiful also.

on the one hand, you make me smile,
on the other hand, you carved it in.

you're like a heart attack
without the attack.

I'm in my own

'I'm found in your embrace...'

---------------------------------

remind the sick why he is sick,
as the cure for the ill,
is a stand that is unwilling,
and a will that is unending.

remind the lost why he is lost,
as a map for the astray,
is bread crumbs to a point,
and a signal to beaten down paths.

remind the torn why he is torn,
as thread for a break,
is a stitch for lovelorn-ness,
and a cover for vulnerability.
--------------------------------

for each passer-by,
that holds a different interest,
a different relief,
and a different character,
brings with that person,
a similar process,
a similar situation,
and a similar outcome.
---------------------------------

I'm reminded,
that life reels back its line.
I'm reminded,
that life puts it back in.
---------------------------------

just grant me a glimpse,
'cause this is awesomely dreadful...
---------------------------------


'...rain down on me'

Rain Down
- Hillsongs -



p.s. hope you know you are cared for,
hope you know who you are.

these days

maybe later,
or maybe never.

on a happier note,

maybe later,
or maybe never.

so simple its annoying,
so halved its apparently everything.

the stage is over there

time after time,
so i'm just dreading to see,
what would become
of me you call 'free'.

why can't you see
that the best part of me,
is lost when i try,
and appears when you cry.

Someone Like You

Angel of Mine

Staring through the blinds,
where the world's end meets,
is done without incline,
for the heart to find its deed.

As dew, a crystal blanket,
so simple, so divine;
As you, beyond the loveliness,
that any man could find.

Looking past a postcard view,
I see you looking at me too,
a clove, a tree, a bird or two,
and the gem of all, I long for you.

As the past was broken,
and the present ever breaking,
they remind me of the loose ends,
that requires my mending.

And through blistering winds,
a face filled with sorrow,
will come a heaven sent,
to fill up my tomorrow.

The right to wait, a giving blessing,
as time allows for further healing,
for through this comes a better gift,
an exchange of love, of life, of bliss.

Night falls into shade,
winter to grey,
regardless of the scene,
for you, I will pray.

The sky that spies through the moon and the sun,
knows how to tell when the day has begun,
that we should know what needs to be done,
when we finally find she who's called 'The One'.

And I will be ready,
filled with His great love,
that when nearing completion,
I shall claim you, my dove.

And though I've yet to see your face,
a dazzling beauty I wish to embrace,
I'll wait for that time, one moment, one place,
for where in this lifetime, my love properly placed.

(angel, for I've yet to see you
but know that you are
out there somewhere)

'I Knew I Love You'
-Savage Garden-

a love cliche',
the worst kind,
but even when it is,
you tend to wonder.

spiral staircase up a pyramid

what is what it shouldn't be,
is what it should be.

what is addiction when
your priorities are set straight?
placing more in the shouldn't,
and less in the should.

it takes a real friendship to show you
that you don't actually need friendships.

who are you to act in
a way that isn't you?
you, of course.
just to fit in or to please,
but is there anything wrong with that?
maybe the 'you' right now isn't really
the real 'you',
and by not being the 'you' for right now,
you become that 'you' you've been searching for.
whatever makes you happy,
or whatever fills you, that's better said.
cause after a long day of being 'you',
you're still searching for who 'you' are.

is it intimidating,
or is he intimidating?
cause the look is just him being him
and him being no one else.
with masks off,
its 'come what may',
if you laugh, he laughs cause its funny;
he acknowledges the humor in it,
and finds temporary relief.
that doesn't mean he is happy though,
or that he is isn't happy,
its just 'come what may'.
smiling, how complex can that get?
if he sees something worth smiling at,
he smiles.
if he doesn't smile,
its not cause he isn't happy,
its also not cause he is happy,
its just 'come what may'.

'how are you?'
a completely pointless question in public.

i'm bored of this,
but its the easiest thing to come by.

this is not sorrow, this is me.

it was bound to happen,
not everything gets better with age,
even with aging cheese,
you forget where you placed it.

we say we are completely honest when we aren't,
'cause we honestly do not want to hurt you.

would it be better to look through your eyes
but judge with my own mind?
maybe it would be better,
cause your words are like the present,
and like the present,
its alone without the past or future.

you pass me your smile,
and i guess its all too common for you,
but that's why i can't smile back,
when your common forgets the different,
and treats it as an equal,
that's when you pull out another brick.

i guess i'm just ignorant,
or maybe a fool in denial,
but i'm beginning to accept it,
that under the light of everything,
i would one day just
pack up, get up and go.
and the beautiful thing is that
when i do so,
i won't hurt that much anymore,
i'll just take with me my scars.
truth be told, the hurt is going already;
i guess the different is still treated equal, eh?

you don't see beauty without some sacrifices,
sometime you have to make sacrifices in advance,
and sometimes sacrifices reap no benefits, period;
then you wonder why it all doesn't happen to you,
maybe the sacrifices were just plain unnecessary.
well, i dare you to stop doing anything.
maybe when you stop pushing so hard,
you can feel them push back.

'soft words are pillows for hurts' :

well, if that was all it took;
we wouldn't need each other now, would we?
i can write sappy notes to myself,
thank you very much.

i'm not hiding my needs,
one of them involves having you find out what they are.

don't bother asking,
'cause i'm not telling,
if you feel a slight something tugging at you,
then you know where you stand.

you decide who is important to you,
at your deathbed,
the millions who see you with your mask on,
or that one person who took it off.

if i know it,
but don't see, hear or feel it,
does it still make it real?
i guess so.
i'm just seeing it through
a different set of eyes.

'let me rest'

Its a little to late to say 'Hello'

leave it to plain judgement,
the simpler form of analyzing.

its a matter of principle,
break it or change it,
don't look around for stares,
nobody would bother.

how short lived is that feeling
of happiness for another,
so how long do you want to
pretend that it all still matters?

i look at you knowing
that you are looking at me,
too bad the better approach would be
to stare without acknowledgment.

when you are done ignoring the fact
that you are that ugly creature,
you would see that the others,
with that craved up look on their faces,
are just waiting for you
to tell them that its alright to be ugly,
cause you have found relief,
in that 'unacceptable' truth,
that thinking differently or away from the majority 'good',
is a sign that you are meant for murder or corruption,
when you know it, and feel it,
that finally,
i'm free.


was it you singing that oh so sweet melody?
no?
thank you...

Tying Heart Strings

temporal

how good it is to be forgotten,
and to actually be forgotten,
than be forgotten,
after words of comfort.

there's a reason to why we live
usually not pass a 100,
anymore would increase the likelihood
of us breaking the ones who are yet to speak.

situational errors,
do you want to call it that?
rather,
glimpse of clarity.

'just waiting to see when it won't come'
why?
cause thinking that it is coming,
makes you forget that we scream at each other.

'let me rest'
is not answered with 'alright'
its better answered,
'let me take over'.

'Trust Me'

The Fray

If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me
We don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me
We don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still

its like noon passing over,
sunlight that burns my skin.

transient

Arrested Sundown

its been a long day,
and if it all goes well,
the blessings would stay,
and the pains would too.

'i'm not emo'

its a wonder how we can be ignorant
to the actions around us that heals or builds...
I'm not saying those close to us,
or those we see day in and day out.
I mean those who appear once
and never again,
or those who are new additions.
its amazing what small gestures from complete
strangers can do to your life.
acceptance and self-esteem,
and we can't even remember their names after sometime.

attachment without actually getting close,
always with the introduction of something new...
its like looking through a window at a puppy,
the blind joy of love without possession,
that itself is blind, or probably brain dead...
but its a nice feeling,
that transient moment which allows
for 'if's and 'maybe's,
its like a temporary painkiller.

prayer for the heart,
teaches it obedience...

haven't you ever wondered what small gestures
you have given that could have influenced a life?
superficial conversations, a simple smile...
yeah, i laughed at that thought too...
past tense...

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you probably don't know what you did,
you probably will never find out.
you probably forgotten what you said,
you probably forgotten what i looked like.
you probably forgotten the entire incident,
you probably placed me in the forgotten trash.
but i remembered what you did clearly,
i remembered those small gestures.
i remembered what you said,
i remembered what you looked like.
i remembered the flow of the incident,
i remember you.

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white polka dots on a red canvas,
an answer to a prayer much needed.
short lived with the complexity,
there i find acceptance and rejection.
esteem on a roller coaster,
who knew.

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when you're looking for the sun when day breaks,
look towards the east.
when you're looking for a friend when you get lost,
look for me, i'll show you my Friend.

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a play of mind,
where a related numbness is found,
disappearance make its appearance,
take my hand, would you let me share?
i'll try to bother,
even if it may be one sided.

------------------------------------------------------------

you taught me that falling without attachment,
is not falling after all,
a placebo when blindfolded,
i see now.

fire for my warmth,
my needs misunderstood,
but the extra heat helps me
recall my blessings.

Thank You God

river, silence it out

imperfections and disappointments
defines a person.
so why are you looking for perfection?
there's only one kind of perfect,
and then there's the countless imperfects.

for the flesh is weak,
and the world is its tempter,
without a constant glimpse of recognition,
as age gives it a new face.

you hurt me,
you always do,
and yet,
thank you for the imperfections.

my nightingale,
sing your song.

somebody else is saying your prayer

a willingness to be broken,
why is that so laughable at?
your laughter comes from within your bubble,
your shrieks of short giggles will pierce it soon enough.

a desire to break,
is the desire for difference,
searches for the desire to experience,
acts on the desire to learn,
motivates the desire to heal,
drives the desire to touch,
aimed at the desire to change,
defines the desire for purpose.

doesn't brokenness fill this empty shell,
what is this frame for if its just to laugh?
why is the shallow closer to the shore,
and not towards that vast expanse?

"why bother?"
cause you don't, i do.

when nonchalant becomes an emotion

everything has an exit,
emotions are just blind in finding them.

empirical walkway,
just not very well lit,
turn back for a timeless mix up,
step back to lose your footing.

why does fiery rage freezes life in place?
or why does numbness hardens?

love to witness blinds the sight,
tender approaches retracts the curious.

some experiences aren't for learning,
they are just a reminder for when you hit replay.

when i'm a bullet shot out of a gun

can we really give too much?
no one can rate what you see,
what you value, what you want.
so is the limit your limit?
is it the majority's take again?
would there be a wrong or right?
we say no,
but that's not what we show.

hide, hide, keep it right,
'cause better no one knows your might,
it hurts, it harms, all for pride,
in the end, the recognition's in spite.

don't hide behind a mask,
do it behind a smile,
its less obvious,
don't we all have too...
life's beautiful,
made perfect with
cuts and bruises,
tears and sorrow,
those are the fine brush works,
detailing each painting.

All At Once
- The Fray

goodbye never leaves the door properly

we aren't alone when we think we are,
who do we think we are?
'special'? 'unique'?,
that we face something so different
from one another.
we define ourselves,
that's special.
what we face,
that's just human.
we go through what?

loneliness?
whether its when no one's around
or when everyone's around.

abandonment?
left aside to rot on one's
own misery.

rejection?
no acceptance, all judgment,
simply turned away.

replacement?
to see everything that once was
with some or one, being attended
to by another.

unappreciated?
words, actions and efforts all taken
for granted, seemingly bland.

unassured?
without words necessary to cope,
without actions necessary to comfort.

average?
similar to the majority, not dearly held by
anyone, and die a familiar death.

degraded?
self worth and esteem no longer
in existence, dashed by your 'loved' ones.

insulted?
backstabbing, a fleet of lies and rumors,
or just a face to face spat.

worthlessness?
to feel that one is just a burden,
who has not contributed to anyone's life,
like dust in the wind.

directionless?
purposeless, just plain lost in this
controversial world.

misunderstood?
every action and every thought always
seem to spark anger, distrust and hatred.

not understood?
every action and every thought never getting across,
not bothered, and forcibly thrown aside.

forgotten?
a friend of replacement, just simply not remembered
and no acknowledgement of remembrance.

emptiness?
not seen, not heard, not touched,
but ever so real when felt,
the cliché void,
but the reality is there.

an ever stretching list.

and out of the 6.6 billion people or so
on this green and blue planet,
can we say we face one common
enemy and friend all alone?
life.
life, with all its opposing qualities and matter,
to toy or be toyed,
to hurt or be hurt,
to care or be cared for.
or maybe you prefer
to love and hate,
to give and take,
to smile and spite,
to make and break,
or simply,
good and evil.
everything opposes,
wonderful, don't you think?
everything compensates,
all in balance,
its just a matter of which opposite
has more media exposure.
we are the audience of war,
we watch what we want displayed.
commercial love is so overrated,
real love is underrated.
but the first is easier, no?

Generation Y.
that's us.
no longer family orientated,
we call them strangers we live with,
and yet we allow strangers into our hearts
everyday? why is that?
a general acceptance?
to clear boredom?
to settle loneliness and all of the above?
and what do we do with them?
hope we benefit our desires and hunger
off them?
cannibalism to feed our thoughts, our hurts,
our pains to restore what they have yet to bring?
we constantly tell ourselves it isn't a
one way friendship, cause conscience is
a very unforgiving gift.
do we really take responsibility for every life
we introduce ourselves to?
to care like we desire for, to love like we long for.

"A friend to all is a friend to none"

- Aristotle

treat others how you want others to treat you?
with such low standards this generation has on
lasting friendships, its not a wonder how people
can follow that saying and yet not have close friends.
we limit the love, the care, the effort and God knows
what else we limit ourselves in giving the blessings
in our lives, simply because of fear.
be slow when entering a friendship, but when you are in,
put in more, put in better, and make the giving constant, right?
are we so fragile that we break at the slightest hurt,
disappointment, let down, heartache and from then
fear every potential great friendship from forming?

how do we define a friend anyway?
there to laugh with, talk with,
play with, bum around with?
then i guess that's all we will get back as well.
we tell ourselves, no, they are more than that.
but really? do you take that as believable?
some heart to heart, and all of a sudden
you have a 'close' friend.
so i guess we are all out there to disprove the saying:

"One friend in a lifetime is much,
two are many, three are hardly possible.
Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life,
a community of thought, a rivalry of aim."

- Henry Brooks Adams

maybe we think we can keep at the very least 2o, huh?
just saying, sometimes even one is not easy.



'No Goodbyes'
-Blue

99 steps, i see nil.

weakness till sadness,
a battle run highway.

a knowledge for disappearance,
wisdom for concealment,
its dances are brief,
a singled out glow.
with misfit misplaced,
and arches reform,
a tiled mess lay before,
let it burn.

a felt of consciousness,
with a longing return,
just tired of the far-fetched,
in draggy unison.
a gather of reasons,
for something so simple,
in steam, frustration,
in memory, perseverance.
as usual, majority wins,
but minority keeps on kicking,
simple encouragement,
'just play better'.

let comfort play executioner,
its words, the iron axe,
its satisfaction, the might of the swing,
its abandonment, a basket full.
and weep to know,
there's no remorse,
a black hooded companion,
never a good choice.

life,

just life.

missing a diamond on wings, criss cross

persistency over air,
tiresome in searching,
acquiescence comes first,
negation, second.

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bother me with boredom,
pass it on with nonsense,
electrify the convenience,
and make known its annoyance.

---------------------------

i'm waking up tonight,
wishful for the morning light,
but alas, in my fright,
nothing i do is right.

he is but a lonely docent,
a train through abandonment,
running its tracks through impermanence,
bounded by benevolence.

actions alone do not define,
alone, they provoke.

crossing

keep one, keep one,
another is on hold. gain another.
save one, save one,
another is lost. craft another.
lose one, lose one,
another blossoms. strengthen another.

obvious choice,
or maybe not

i'm what i am,
i'm what i'm not,
personal definition,
is something and nothing.

come what may

numerical

Collide

(Dishwalla)

When I came here there was more.
Now I've come back to destroy,
And I've got nothing left,
And it's a shame what we've become,
When we hurt the ones we love,
And it's a place I can not go,
Anymore.

When we collide we lose ourselves.
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It's a hard mistake.
When we collide,
We break.

When the cold comes crashing down,
And the fight lost what it's about.
I could tell that you'd left.
It's a shame what we've become,
When we hurt the ones we love.
It's a place I can not go,
Anymore.

When we collide we lose ourselves.
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It's a hard mistake.
When we collide,
When we collide.

It's a hard mistake,
When we collide.

It's a mistake,
When we collide we lose ourselves,
When we collide we break in two,
And as we push and we shove and we hurt the ones we love,
It's a hard mistake,
When we collide,
When we collide.

It's a hard mistake,
When we collide, we break,
We break

lightened pretence

your wish

just close the door tonight,
seal it tight with silence,
streetlight through the window,
throw at it a mild gust.

black bile,
try that as a panacea,
for when everything fails,
the stubborn old goat won't give.

denial allows for continuation,
the continuation for supposed happiness,
but still happiness, good or bad.
then comes the denial of denying,
a sad little fear jumps into the sunlight,
its shadow bigger than you now.

words unspoken,
best be forgotten.

precaution after precaution,
just go ahead and kiss the sky,
cause as how another would see it,
you're the fool.

time,
is to mend and break.

with eyes closed,
that's how dark it is,
no direction without a hand,
no knowledge without a voice,
just stand, sit or lie down,
i can't see anyway.
a man with his thoughts,
ever wondered why there are so few?
its never a pretty sight,
i guess that's the reason for darkness.

'you're not needed'
i hear whispers.

pencil pushing

a simple word has the ability
to twist and turn itself into
another word,
another sentence,
another paragraph,
all in an essay with all the
hidden stipulations.

we know about all the nonsense,
yet we just go through with the
'believing' and attempts to 'understand'.
'cause we are built on speech, signs and language.
articulate beings,
with sad trying attempts to comfort,
do we really believe whats in our speech?
in our signs, in our writing and in our motion?
even in our thoughts, hopes and beliefs.
do we know the lies we tell
ourselves to comfort others?
or even for personal comfort.
our freewill to change our look on the truth,
we believe its alright though.
hey, its for the 'greater good'.

just believing in what you want,
it becomes this created sincerity
that's actually believable,
even in your eyes.
just let reality kick in later,
you won't be able to tell the difference anymore,
what is, what was and what's made up.
but who cares right?
just create another personality,
another look, character and believe it.
create your own reality,
who can argue against your actions?
you're just living the real life in your own world,
communicate with the outside through a window,
why step out into the rain?
its not make believe,
its made to believe.

which is better?
to try to understand,
or acknowledge that you don't, and stop there?
one leaves another alone,
and the other throws the company into a spiral.
guess when you are just tired of one
you'll try the other.
actually, why should you care?
its really not about you,
to understand or not.
why try to be noble,
when you should try to be you?
why do we come to you?
because of who you are,
not who we want you to try to be.
if we want that,
we would just pick any random
person off the road.
everyone is a great actor when it comes to caring,
well, most anyway,
some just don't give a bother.

forgive and forget,
who says its rubbish?
forgotten,
just not erased.

game

make way for the sight,
let it give leverage to your wake.

who are you?
maybe you should take a look
at what all the fuss is about.
might produce an interesting outcome,
like who you are not.

isn't it tiring?
could just be that illusion,
what you have to believe.
believe not that you are tired,
believe that you are fatigue.

is there point?
pointlessness is a point,
not seeing it is a point,
not feeling it is a point,
just give another one instead.

the sky has lost its colour,
in absence, there is rain.

run and hide,
'cause you fear being remembered
as who and what you were.
was it so different back then?
or was back then who you actually are?
an obligation to the should,
and an escape from the would.

already in place is a solid wall between
presence and past,
and currently, a try at paving a clear road
between presence and future.

you, take off that mask.
i like the other one better.

wallflower,
observe to seek.

measurement

Broken

(lifehouse)

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok.

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

barely holding on to you

ain't it a beautiful piece?