I am alive and I am loving it...
But when I die will I hate it?
*insert cheap laugh here
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Reflect to Collect
Like a pellet in the wind, she got swarmed up by this new way of life
Many a thing has changed, many a people have intertwined with her existence
Many thoughts stirred in her mind and many emotions stirred through her thoughts
New ideas have sparked a new potential within her and a feeling of rebirth entailed
Though more complex her world grows, she remains tied to the ground
Feelings of nostalgia have started to build within, for peace
She wishes to close her eyes and let her fingers replace her mind with the keyboard of a piano
But that time has not yet come in her life
She is not ready
She knows the path to feel a greater peace lies first in overcoming the chaos that surrounds her
Within a moment of looking at the instrument her heart breaks, her smile weakens and she is saddened
However, she waits, hides the feeling within her soul and occupies her mind to forget that such a thing ever existed
Many a thing has changed, many a people have intertwined with her existence
Many thoughts stirred in her mind and many emotions stirred through her thoughts
New ideas have sparked a new potential within her and a feeling of rebirth entailed
Though more complex her world grows, she remains tied to the ground
Feelings of nostalgia have started to build within, for peace
She wishes to close her eyes and let her fingers replace her mind with the keyboard of a piano
But that time has not yet come in her life
She is not ready
She knows the path to feel a greater peace lies first in overcoming the chaos that surrounds her
Within a moment of looking at the instrument her heart breaks, her smile weakens and she is saddened
However, she waits, hides the feeling within her soul and occupies her mind to forget that such a thing ever existed
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
...
In the long run the pessimist my be proven right, but the optimist has a better time on the trip.
-Daniel Reardon
-Daniel Reardon
Monday, July 26, 2010
Classic
He says: You're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman, that I've ever known...
She says: Hey, I...
He says: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all I want.
She says: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
He says: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you... that fire's gonna burn out...
She says: It's not up to you to save me, you know.
He says: You're right... only you can do that.
She says: Hey, I...
He says: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all I want.
She says: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
He says: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you... that fire's gonna burn out...
She says: It's not up to you to save me, you know.
He says: You're right... only you can do that.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
All too familiar
She sits in her car.
She purposefully parked behind the trees in a spot all too familiar to her.
She used to come here endlessly, almost every week when she worked just across the street.. but today, she's at a crossroad.
She observes ppl walking to and from the buildings, as she sits there quietly reflecting on current situations in her life.
She watches elderly couples, all familiar faces, pass her by.
Not much has changed since she's been away.
The same old man walks his dog. Much as he has every morning, he sits at the same spot, a ledge, infront of the old church.
Long behold the church!
She stares at its gothic exterior and colourful windows. Should she go in and listen to words and voices that she's all too familiar with? Will this really help her cope with her thoughts?
Guilt spreads across her and her troubles begin to aimlessly spin in her head.
Who is this person?
She gets out of the car. As much as she'd like to drive away, she's been sitting in there for far too long. Crossing the street, she joins the old man and his dog, all three of them listening to faint prayers being sung inside while observing the world passing by.
Strangers.
Sometime in the future, they won't be sitting there anymore.
Sometime in the future, the elderly couples she saw earlier will change and the familiar faces she recognizes now will disappear.
The buildings will stay, though, attached to them memories that will grow old and might fade away.
But maybe they will come back, very faint, as she drives by twenty years from now.
And maybe in that time there will be someone else sitting infront of that same church, observing these same old buildings, having the same thoughts filling them, that fill her head today.
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She purposefully parked behind the trees in a spot all too familiar to her.
She used to come here endlessly, almost every week when she worked just across the street.. but today, she's at a crossroad.
She observes ppl walking to and from the buildings, as she sits there quietly reflecting on current situations in her life.
She watches elderly couples, all familiar faces, pass her by.
Not much has changed since she's been away.
The same old man walks his dog. Much as he has every morning, he sits at the same spot, a ledge, infront of the old church.
Long behold the church!
She stares at its gothic exterior and colourful windows. Should she go in and listen to words and voices that she's all too familiar with? Will this really help her cope with her thoughts?
Guilt spreads across her and her troubles begin to aimlessly spin in her head.
Who is this person?
She gets out of the car. As much as she'd like to drive away, she's been sitting in there for far too long. Crossing the street, she joins the old man and his dog, all three of them listening to faint prayers being sung inside while observing the world passing by.
Strangers.
Sometime in the future, they won't be sitting there anymore.
Sometime in the future, the elderly couples she saw earlier will change and the familiar faces she recognizes now will disappear.
The buildings will stay, though, attached to them memories that will grow old and might fade away.
But maybe they will come back, very faint, as she drives by twenty years from now.
And maybe in that time there will be someone else sitting infront of that same church, observing these same old buildings, having the same thoughts filling them, that fill her head today.
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Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Did I ever really know?
A breeze, carries with it the strength and serenity of my memories,
releasing any presence of despair.
How long before this feeling fades?
How long before reality hits again?
Prolonging these moments,
the power is hard to possess.
Time will absorb what it wants
and won't give back what you're longing for.
Give me a chance to relive again.
Give me some peace with my own.
Go back, flash back, to that place
but this time...
I will open my eyes to the knowledge,
to the past of whats certainly there.
To the feeling of being emotionless-
I don't seem to mind, and you don't seem to care.
So meet me somewhere in the middle,
So meet me somewhere in the middle,
in the darkness where time won't catch up.
To the security of being lost in a distant place,
where morality and logic are mixed up.
This once, time won't be wasted
and I will never think to look back.
As what is thought will be said and done
and what is missed, time will lose track.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Fast Car- Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Marilyn Monroe
I believe that everything happens for a reason,
people change so that you can learn to let go,
things go wrong so you appreciate them when they're right,
you believe lies so you'll learn to trust noone but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
people change so that you can learn to let go,
things go wrong so you appreciate them when they're right,
you believe lies so you'll learn to trust noone but yourself,
and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
Friday, May 14, 2010
This gets me Thinking
So I had a friend read my short story about the car (titled Ghost Rider) and he too told me he interpreted it as very "hidden sexual" :S But what I meant to write was about my adventure and escape from the hectic city in my car ...
Halton Region Conservation Authority, ON
I think this kind of lowers the quality of my thoughts haha. I know I feel passionate about two things: cars and nature (how contradicting) so maybe this hidden sexual crap is of a subconscious nature.
Aneways, here's smtn hot I did today:
Halton Region Conservation Authority, ON
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