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Tuesday, 11 November 2008

  • Knock Parts 1-3 (a poem)

    Here are 3 parts of a poem I'm writing. Just putting it here to share and receive criticism, so please let me know what you think.



    "Knock Part 1"

    I struggle to realize who I am
    Just as I come to terms with where I am
    Someone pushes me out a door and shouts
    "I'll let you know!"

    What is it I need to know?
    And why am I waiting out here in the cold?
    I could've sworn there was a fireplace
    A fireplace at which I could've saw and listened to stories of old

    Excuse me, is it impolite to knock?


    "Knock Part 2"

    I Knock
    I Knock
    Knock Knock

    I decide to open the door
    And much to my surprise it's unlocked
    I run frantically inside leaping about and throwing flowers as I skip from room to room
    I stop in a room and look around
    The furniture is old and torn and much of it is missing
    I'm not sure what this means so I continue with what I was doing

    Finally I come upon a door I recognize
    It is your door
    So I open it
    I see you lying there on your bed
    For a second I think I see you
    Smiling
    Frowning
    Then Both

    I stand and watch you because you cannot see me
    So I sit by your side and your warmth calms me
    Suddenly all my memories come back to me
    Flowing through my head and in my veins
    They keep me alive

    I blink and next I know I am laying on the floor
    You have pushed me off the bed and are screaming at me
    Or rather I perceive you to be yelling at me
    In reality you're barely whispering
    But to me it's all the same

    You push me again, and again
    You tell me to leave, that I don't belong here
    I protest, but I cannot
    I must listen, such is the way of the lesser being
    As I step outside I look back at you, but you see nothing

    I sit in the rain outside the door to this place you reside
    Thinking that maybe you'll open it eventually
    My drenched hair covers my face and my clothes cling to me like a worried lover
    I look to the sky and see that it is not raining, I am crying
    As I drown in my tears I wonder if it would feel so ******* cold

    If I hadn't stepped inside

    KNOCK
    KNOCk
    KNOck
    KNock
    Knock
    knock
    fuck


    "Knock Part 3"

    Knock Knock
    Knock Knock Knock
    Knock Knock Knock Knock

    I hear the sound
    Like a heartbeat of my old life
    Speeding up
    Frantic

    I stop, holding the spark
    Would a fire do more good in this heart?
    It can't be mine
    And no fire can melt the ice
    That Numbs
    That Burns

    Burn
    Burn is good
    Like salt in an open sour
    Like the taste of tears
    Maybe if she's lucky
    They'll be enough to put out the fire
    That will soon consume her

    I snap
    And the spark
    Explodes like the rage
    Warm like Love
    Burns like Hate

    Knocking
    It calms my nerves
    And for a moment
    I relive it all
    Knocking in my ears
    Like a ringing
    Much the same, it's begging someone to answer

    I let it go
    The spark flies
    Like a lone bird migrating
    To its final destination
    It lands at its nest
    Lands at the door

    And as the fire consumes this place

    The Knocking
    Knock Knock Knock Knock
    Knock Knock Knock
    Knock Knock
    Knock
    The Knocking Dies

Friday, 07 November 2008

  • She/He

    Another poem I wrote that's begging for criticism

    "She/He"

    There stands before me a stranger
    He hands me something and says
    "Don't forget to tell her"
    I wonder who this girl is
    Then suddenly I realize I can't whisper
    And I've been shouting my thoughts to a crowd
    On their faces it's obvious they know
    But I keep thinking "Why am I so fucking loud?"
    What is it they know and why won't they tell
    I beg them to say what's on their mind
    Maybe they can tell me who this girl is
    Too late I realize, we're all blind
    I wonder
    If maybe
    She
    Is Me

    Or He
    Perhaps
    She
    Is You
  • Knock

    Just a short poem I scribbled down a few days ago
    Putting in here to see if anyone thinks it's any good
    :P


    "Knock"

    I struggle to realize who I am
    Just as I come to terms with where I am
    Someone pushes me out a door and shouts
    "I'll let you know!"

    What is it I need to know?
    And why am I waiting out here in the cold?
    I could've sworn there was a fireplace
    A fireplace at which I could've saw and listened to stories of old

    Excuse me, is it impolite to knock?

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Pablo Honey
    By Radiohead
    Creep
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    Bullet In The Head

    Emotion, it's what makes us who we are. Yet, so many people hide their emotions just to avoid the pain that comes with living. Trust me, pain is necessary to truly experience life for all it is. I know I haven't experienced the same pain that some of you have, we all experience different pain and I've certainly had my fair share. So believe me when I say, pain is what makes life worthwhile. I know what you're thinking, what the fuck is he saying?! Is he crazy?! No, imagine heat without cold, light without dark, love without hate. Pretty hard, right? Wrong, it's impossible. I hate to sound cliche, but we learn from our mistakes, and those of you that go through your young life protected and not feeling emotions or expressing yourself or getting hurt will never appreciate life like the rest of us. Sure, you can learn when you get older, but your eyes will never open soon enough for you to truly experience life. You have to put yourself out in the line of fire, take a bullet or two, or three, or a million. And they may all feel like a "Bullet In The Head", but you can always pick yourself up after you get kicked down. "Fall down seven times, get up eight" -old chinese saying (Yes it actually is an old chinese saying...I think). And trust me, there's not much that will knock you down in your young life that you won't be able to pick yourself back up from, sure you may need help sometimes, but you also have to learn to stand on your own two feet. That being said, never be afraid of recieving help, never turn it down, just because you're afraid of opening up and being seen for who you really are. There's no greater feeling in the world than opening yourself to someone and being accepted. Sure, there's a chance that you could be rejecetd, turned down, kicked away, even after they accept you, but that's just one more bullet, one more lesson. Don't let it tear you down. I will admit right now alot of shit has happened in my life that has torn me apart, and some people that get close enough can tell, but for the most part it's only made me stronger. Unfortunately there will always be scars, and sometimes the things you do because of the pain those scars cause, or even the scars themselves, can scare away those people you let close to you, but it's all a part of life. You just have to learn to heal, because time doesn't heal anything. That is one thing that people always tell me when I'm hurt that pisses the hell out of me. It's not time that heals, but what happens in that time. You have to make an attempt, you have to go out and find your cure. Sometimes all you want to do is sit around and cry, and that's fine for a while, but you can heal almost any wound with the right cure.

    Getting back to Emotion. It can be one of the most confusing things to figure out what your emotions mean, almost as confusing as figuring out what another person is truly feeling. I know this first-hand, I've cried my heart out in public before, soaked a floor and my hands with tears, then just 30 minutes later I was having the time of my life and as crazy as I could be. Amazing what good friends and just being yourself can do. But never ever resist emotion, and if you don't know what it is to feel emotion, to show emotion, go out and try your best. I find it really sad that some people live most of their life as if it were all about goals and school and being succesful. It's not. Yeah, sure, go after that job, that dream job, that career you've always wanted, make it your top priority. Dedicate yourself to your schoolwork. But I guarantee,10, 20, 30 years from now, I'll be much happier than you. I may not be as rich, as well known, or as succesful as you, but I will be happier. Sure, a job can make you happy, being rich and maybe even famous can bring a certain amount of happiness, but if you lose that job, that money, that fame (which is certain to happen) you will lose your happiness. I on the other hand will need no such thing to make myself happy. Well, that's kind of a lie. I will need people I am close to, but there will always be those people in my life, whether they're the same ones I am close to now or a completely different group of people. Material things can only bring so much happiness. I'm not saying you shouldn't have goals and you shouldn't go for them, but be careful what you are willing to give up, or to miss out on, to never experience, in order to reach those goals.

    Emotion, it's what makes us who we are. And I will never stop opening myself up to people, no matter how many times I am rejected. It is so worth it. The pain goes away, but when someone really accepts you, you never forget what that felt like. Long after they aren't your friend anymore, or they don't talk to you anymore, you remember that bond. Just don't let those bonds hold you down.

    Tell someone your deepest secret, cry on someone's shoulder, comfort a friend, smile at a stranger, pour out your heart to someone, and when someone pours out their heart to you....listen. And above all else, Love. Love someone special like they are your world. Love your close friends like they are your family. But don't Love just anyone. Love them for who they are, not what they do, or what you have gone through together. Those things can make Love stronger, but they are not reasons to Love someone. Those of you that know me know that I am two things at heart, two titles that will forever be apart of "Who I Am". I am 1) A Rebel, and 2) A Hopeless Romantic, but not just in dealing with Love, I have to say I have a pretty "Romantic" view about how the world should be. I mean, seriously, "What's So Funny 'Bout Peace, Love, and Understanding"?

    And This is your Hoplessly Romantic Rebel saying "Shine On" and Goodbye

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