Saturday, 24 March 2012
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
the story cut short
how can you break the shackles
of pressure to be someone youre not
how can you be yourself
if theres still a part of you that shes got
how can you pursue passion
and not get engulfed in flames
how can you live again
when all thats lost still remains
of pressure to be someone youre not
how can you be yourself
if theres still a part of you that shes got
how can you pursue passion
and not get engulfed in flames
how can you live again
when all thats lost still remains
Friday, 24 February 2012
Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Thursday, 9 February 2012
friends
it just feels good to know that no matter whatever crap life throws at you during the day, there will always be those friends you can always look for at the end of it
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
Monday, 8 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Sunday, 10 October 2010
lonely is the night for the broken man
cold dark night
wind swept streets
flickering streetlights
one lonely soul
head hung low
hands in pocket
drags his feet
past one lamp post to another
into darkness
and emptiness
where nothing awaits
toads hushed in his wake
the silence
grows louder
and louder
like a piece of glass
stretching and stretching
growing ever larger
thinner and thinner
and then
the scream of a racing bike
shatters the moment
into a million shards
and there
he stood
left in a pool of shards
fragments of memories
of a time long gone
gone
and never back again
and there
he stood
rooted
thoughts lost in the silence
broken
but growing once again
to fill the night
back to how it was
how it should be
how it would be
wind swept streets
flickering streetlights
one lonely soul
head hung low
hands in pocket
drags his feet
past one lamp post to another
into darkness
and emptiness
where nothing awaits
toads hushed in his wake
the silence
grows louder
and louder
like a piece of glass
stretching and stretching
growing ever larger
thinner and thinner
and then
the scream of a racing bike
shatters the moment
into a million shards
and there
he stood
left in a pool of shards
fragments of memories
of a time long gone
gone
and never back again
and there
he stood
rooted
thoughts lost in the silence
broken
but growing once again
to fill the night
back to how it was
how it should be
how it would be
Monday, 13 September 2010
!!!
feeling ever so bored and helpless
can't figure out if it's the end that's in sight
any reprieve will suffice
can't figure out if it's the end that's in sight
any reprieve will suffice
Thursday, 9 September 2010
rising tides
it's hard to fight rising tides when you know they won't subside
harder to fake a smile when you know you should have cried
worst to know it would have been different if you even tried
so i'll walk the line and take the chance and fight with all my might
dive in and struggle against the rising tides
harder to fake a smile when you know you should have cried
worst to know it would have been different if you even tried
so i'll walk the line and take the chance and fight with all my might
dive in and struggle against the rising tides
Saturday, 4 September 2010
so long, forgone
i tried to put in words these thoughts i can't complete
but still i trip and stumble over these lines i cannot skip
because to you and only you the truth is all that i will speak
and while truth hurts and pain lingers without you i cannot sleep
but still i trip and stumble over these lines i cannot skip
because to you and only you the truth is all that i will speak
and while truth hurts and pain lingers without you i cannot sleep
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