Here I am again.
Waiting.
Wasting time that doesn't even belong to me.
I sit, in the dark, alone, floating in the sea of my bad mood, pouring more water in it with every minute.
Waiting.
Waiting when I should be taking care of the home, the dog, the cultural experiences, the fun.
I should just get up and do something, be responsible, be happy, not think about it.
Stop waiting for a life that will never be mine.
Stop dreaming of something, anything.
And stop wasting time.
It doesn't belong to me.
It should go into being satisfied with the reality, finding what's worth in it.
It should go into living. Making memories. I know.
It's not meant for waiting and wasting, not meant for feeding the demons that make sure I will always feel alone.
It's not meant to be wasted on me.
But I still wait.
Wait and waste, because I don't care.
What else is there?
Saturday, 25 August 2007
Monday, 20 August 2007
Saints and Angels
Flying with the butterfly wings
Can you hear how the angel sings?
Of laughter and joy and happy thoughts
And the dreams it today caught
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their petty cries
Sitting by the golden gates
Can you see the waiting saint?
The perfect, pure and ever so kind
No dark wish clouding it's mind
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their simple trials
Crawling through the darkest night
Can you see the devil fight?
The shadows, demons all closing in
The only way out leading through sin
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their peaceful eyes
Can you hear how the angel sings?
Of laughter and joy and happy thoughts
And the dreams it today caught
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their petty cries
Sitting by the golden gates
Can you see the waiting saint?
The perfect, pure and ever so kind
No dark wish clouding it's mind
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their simple trials
Crawling through the darkest night
Can you see the devil fight?
The shadows, demons all closing in
The only way out leading through sin
Saints and angels with their pretty smiles
Saints and angels with their peaceful eyes
Friday, 17 August 2007
Welcome
Words from a warped mind
Thoughts of a twisted soul
A journey through the deepest dark
To find the brightest light
A quest of truth and knowledge
And of peace of mind
A search
A search for myself
And someone who understands
The world inside awaits
The realm of twisted thoughts
Enter, you are welcomed
Thoughts of a twisted soul
A journey through the deepest dark
To find the brightest light
A quest of truth and knowledge
And of peace of mind
A search
A search for myself
And someone who understands
The world inside awaits
The realm of twisted thoughts
Enter, you are welcomed
Thursday, 16 August 2007
A life in a box
The first one you see -The last one you notice
The box includes:
pictures
an Iron Maiden CD
dark chocolate
a book by Brown
a purple alien
a knife with a peach colored handle
a whitered tulip
a comic book about a nerdy gang roleplaying
a dragon
a thesis about women in the middle ages
a book about westies
a quote book
an article about vet humor
Sorrow
pain
pain
guilt
hidden from their eyes
kept in the dark
to give you hope and dreams
and wings for your soul
to set it free
The box includes:
pictures
an Iron Maiden CD
dark chocolate
a book by Brown
a purple alien
a knife with a peach colored handle
a whitered tulip
a comic book about a nerdy gang roleplaying
a dragon
a thesis about women in the middle ages
a book about westies
a quote book
an article about vet humor
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