“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition”
Monday, March 30, 2009
Turning to you without a doubt
What is it about him
but he just understands me too well. Sometimes I sit and think about him for hours at a time. He is
someone who makes me feel like no other. Everything that I felt and could never say, he says for me, at
times I think his a psychic. He is my escape from it all; the craziness and confusion in the world. When I
feel like no one else understands me I know that I could turn to him without a doubt. He always has
something to say that will catch my heart. He is so intelligent and somewhat old. Only a few could truly
understand what we share. I’m so devoted to him, but he is very flirtatious and makes others fell what I
feel for him. I can’t really get mad at him because he is the real. He is a big influence on my writing. He
speaks to me and my pen just flows with words of wisdom and knowledge. When he speaks I know that
things will be okay. With him I’m never worried; I know he will always be there for me. He is my refuge,
my fortress, and my stronghold. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. My love for him is an endless
equation, when I’m with him I’m in a comfort zone that I don’t ever want to get out of. I’m not even
reluctant to say that I’m addicted to him. He can change the world because he changes people. One thing
about him is that he pure he does not speak to please others.He speaks because that is what he
feels. He is true to himself, to me and the others that listen to him. He just knows the right things to say
with what ever situation I am going through. I could never get tired of listening to him because he is
"One thing about Music is when it hits you,you feel the pain"-Bob Marely
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Land of Make Believe
- Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. ~Oscar Wilde
- Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else. ~Judy Garland
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wasted Talent
double consciousness
The sense of double consciousness starting to come into play
I have to look at myself from another perspective and make sure that I am still the same person who I think I am
Words I thought I couldn't possibly utter are beginning to be spoken
Feelings that I thought I couldn't feel are beginning to be felt
Emotions that I thought I could never show are being shown
Risk that I thought I wouldn't take are starting to be a part of my everyday life
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Understanding this mystery-puzzle-riddle-enigma
A Mystery
A Puzzle
A Riddle
An Enigma
That is exactly what he is.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
He baffles my understanding of him
He confuses my comprehension of things
This is exactly what he does.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
With him there are a bewildering number of possibilities
His words sometimes leave me utterly nonplussed
This is exactly how he is.
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
It’s all a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
So why do I try to figure him out
Why try to interpret
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
When I know that he is just a
Mystery
Puzzle
Riddle
Enigma
That is exactly what he is
I thought I had him figured out once before
But then I began to lose pieces of the puzzle
The mystery started to become unsolvable
The riddles were getting more complex
This is exactly how he works
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
Though he baffles my understanding of him
Though he confuses my comprehension of things
Why try and figure him out
What is the point of solving
This mystery?
This puzzle?
This riddle?
This enigma?
Because once it is solved
There is no more thrill of what comes next
So I rather live with
His thoughts
His words
His actions
His smile
Being just A MYSTERY A PUZZLE A RIDDLE AN ENIGMA
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Closure
Getting past my past
And Stop thinking about what didn’t last
All I really wanted from you was closure
All your friends in my business was overexposure
But since I wrote you that letter
Things have been much better
Now we talk the way we used to when we were only friends
That letter I wrote was so that everything could end
On a good note.
Looking back on what I wrote
I told you exactly how I saw things
Between us.
It brought pain and hurt
All I wanted to do was “make it work”.
I kept wishing you would” stay with me”
But reality kept singing another melody.
You were something “Like a star” across my sky
But when I left for school you didn’t even come and “say goodbye”.
Now I have come to understand
That for us there was another plan
You couldn’t quite handle me leaving for school
But for you tell me how you really felt you thought you were too cool.
For instance
You kept telling me you couldn’t do that “Long distance”
So time went by
Without a call to say hi
But I was "just fine"
Because I knew I was the last thing on your mind.
DIFFERENCE
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HER
IS THAT I WOULD NEVER TELL HIM WHAT I'M FEELING
I DON’T LIKE TO SPEAK ABOUT MY TRUE FEELINGS
BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE TO BE HURT
LET DOWN
BROUGHT DOWN
AND FEEL DOWN.
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HER
IS THAT I WOULD NEVER TELL ANOTHER PERSON
HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM.
HOW I CARE ABOUT HIM
OR HOW I WANT TO BE WITH HIM
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HER
IS THAT I ALMOST HAVE HIM
IT’S AT THE TIP OF MY FINGER
BUT I'M TOO SCARED
TO SHOW HOW MUCH I REALLY CARE
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HER
IS THAT HE DOESN'T REALLY SEE
HOW MUCH HE GETS TO ME
THE THINGS HE DOES
AND THE THINGS HE SAYS
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND HER
IS THAT THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE
THAT I AM HER WITHIN.