Showing posts with label *sigh*. Show all posts
Showing posts with label *sigh*. Show all posts

Friday, April 6, 2012

I embodied a girl, full of sunlight

She loved freely and threw all her caution to the wind

I dismembered a girl full of silence

She hated freely and had no more caution to throw

All that remained of her was silence, a silence she hid in, a silence she came to love.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Remember...

When I use to get comments?
... Good times.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Question

I was asked one day, over pancakes in the randomest cafe on the convenient side of town.

"How'd you hold up for so long?"

I just stared at my fork, maple syrup pancake and all. I've never thought that I've been "holding up". Never thought I was resisting temptation or that I've been struggling with self-restraint. And for that god I am truly thankful.

The question meant how have I resisted not being pulled down by the masses, how have I not been partying/drinking and jumping every guy I happen to like. I was asked how I was holding on to my beliefs.

When you truly believe in something, its easy to hold on to it. Because nothing else seems plausible or even worth your while.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Something or nothing- Part 1

Steady now, your footsteps are falling heavy on the aching ground and I can hear your strained breaths under a breaking spirit. She smiles at his indifference, ironic after all the times he tried to convince her otherwise.

Flash back:
An old haunted road, one Victorian house. They were seated in an old ford, the blue washed away to grey, the seating cracked and broken.
“this is it?” his voice was as haunting as their surroundings
“yes” she looked into his dull eyes, they bored her.
“So, what now?”
Simple as a question might come but in this situation she couldn’t… Wouldn’t answer. Answering would mean taking responsibility for the actions that came. And everyone hated responsibility.

She heard the car door gently close behind him, she did not follow, she sat there trying to steady herself; She sat there trying to remind herself of herself. The string of events that brought them to this moment, although surprising were somehow expected, like something she’d seen before in a dream. With aching movements she got out of the car and stood next to him, then she was in his arms.
“Hello house on a haunted hill.” An insane smile played on her lips. Who cared about taking responsibility for your actions? Lets just be reckless, we’ll laugh at the wreck after we’ve created it.

Real time:
His emotions were running away from him, getting ahead of him and wreaking havoc. He blamed the pills, he could blame them for everything really. They make his worthless life feel responsibility-free.
He looked at the little orange bottle and smirked, shaking it, watching the little white gems moving left and right… left and right..
The world decided to spin on him that moment, Lucy, where was Lucy?
“luccceee… Luceee…” the words came out broken
static was filling up his head now, pain, pain, pain… Hello intolerable pain, he laughed manically and it seemed like a distant voice, not his own.
A white angel with red flaming hair guided him to something soft, he smiled in gratitude, the angel with flaming red hair placed something small in his sweaty palm. Her blurry white shadow came closer, heated words blew up in his consciousness
“Take your damn pills, old man.”
Feisty red headed angel, or devil, can’t really tell anymore. Is there much of a difference anyway?

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Darkness,


In the darkness of my own exile I whispered, as if writing a letter in my head, a letter to no one really. Dear darkness, the words come out jagged, I have a confession to make, the words are fearless and defiant, all those times I pushed you away and kept you at the edge of my world I never realized how much of a friend you really were and I do apologize, the words come out apologetic.

Dear darkness, I want you to know, when I am scared I try to find you within myself and I take refugee like a coward.

You have encouraged my cowardice.

Now I just run, I run to you. I self-destruct just so I can be enveloped by, so I can become you.

Dear darkness, I have made you my saviour, and I shall repent all my sins and hide where the righteous cant find me and the light wont burn me.

Dear darkness, I always end up here, at this point in time, every time, running circles and triangles and squares around the same bare dark area I always come back to, at this point in time, every time, until time makes no sense anymore.

And everything I’ve ever done makes no sense, but its ok, the darkness makes sense.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Days.

195 days of you.
195 days of me.
195 days of us.
195 days of nothingness.

It feels like a fairy tale, it looks like a fairy tale.
It walks, talks, dances like a fairy tale.
Doesnt make it a fairy tale- Makes it a chicken.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Away without the words,

There are some things I'd like to say,
Because you see, these words are wasting away,
In the night I stay awake, with thoughts of you all gone astray,
And these words... Their still wasting away as I think of you.
They say,

"Roses are red,
violets are blue."
Stupid love poems, they just wont do... Not for you.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Ultimate blue.

Lost between these shades of blue, and your eyes. Endless, free, and heartless.
Heres your life, watch it all flash in front of you.. everything you made, everything you stole, everything you loved and everything you hated. Everything... Nothing. Watch it all crash and burn, in the endless blue of the ocean.

Lost, forever out of reach.

And I dont know where it starts or if it ends, losing the threads of reality within your light. Where does it end? Does it end? Did it ever begin?


"If the world isn't turning,
Your heart won't return
Anyone, anything, anyhow
So take me don't leave me,
Baby, love will come through it's just waiting for you,
Well I stand at the crossroads,
Of highroads and lowroads,
And I got a feeling it's right..."

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Confessions of an insomniac.

- Im still bitter and I hate them all. Fuck forgiveness and good grace and being the fucking better person. I HATE THEM. There I said it: I hate their fucking guts and I dont even bloody care if they all just DIE suddenly. A7SAN.

- Im dreading next year cause I think I'll fail. 

- You know when I told you I loved you, I think I was slightly delusional. I dont know why I said it- Plead temporary insanity. 

- I ate your last cookie when you werent looking.

- I hate your fucking guts.

- I say I dont care, I say it all the time. I say it to myself, to the walls, to the sky, I say I dont care I scream it to myself and to the world: I DONT CARE. In the hope that repeating the statement will make it true.

- I want to keep you forever. 

- For once Im afraid of showing someone who I am, Im afraid they wont like it and that I'll lose them.

- Some days I want to cry and I dont even know why.

- Today you touched my arm and I swear I recoiled with actual fear for no reason at all.

- I hate summer vacations.



Tuesday, June 30, 2009

To the dearly confused,

All these questions where to go, what to do.. who to be lingering in the background of your life. Go on dear child, find your place in the world, amongst the faint of heart, the strong willed and all the lost souls in between. How are we to know our place if we can not even figure out who we are? So many question and self doubt when you cant decide wither your life even matters that much to yourself or the rest of the world. 


 To all those dear lost souls out there: Heres a bit of  advice from someone whose been kicked around often enough to know how it feels like to hit rock bottom with no way out. 


1- Forget who you are right now, and ask yourself, who do you want to be? What kind of person do you want to be? Close your eyes and picture that improved dream-like version of yourself. Now hang on to that picture. 


2- What do you want to do? Dont think about this one too much, whats the first thing that came into your head?  - Thats it, thats your answer. 


3- How badly do you want it? 


4- Make your decision and stick to it- No matter what! 


5- Whenever you feel you've lost hope- imagine that person you want to be.. 


I know this will seem a bit too... happy go luck, inspirational and in general very fairy tale like. But seriously, it does work. 


Friday, June 26, 2009

He makes me smile like an idiot.

Reporting from the capital of Saudi Arabia, Riyadh. Yes- I'm back in town, rejoice. Its been so good so far, 'cept for the lack of sleep and me turning into a borderline insomniac which is something that always seems to happen when Im back here, this time round its been better though. I wonder why... but who knows it might get worse and it usually does, such a pessimist, eh? Haha. 

I've taken up running recently, I like it a lot. Makes me feel better. I keep thinking about my exam results, kinda stressing out, like I know I wont fail for sure but I hope I dont loose my scholarship so I need to get a high percentage.. Oh well. 

This summers been good so far, Im happy with its progression, hehe. Hope it doesnt go downhill from here though. 

Some things have been made clear to me recently, things are starting to make sense, kinda makes things better in some really messed up way. I suppose its human nature to seek explanation, and now that I have it I feel like I can move on. But boy was I a ticking time bomb waiting to just explode in everyones face... Sigh. 

Sunday, June 14, 2009

To them you are nothing but the disaster of their past. 
To yourself you are nothing but the disaster of the future. 
Destruction and heartache follows. Every time, every where, everyone. 

Stupid, breathless and selfless is where it all starts. And before you know it your life has been taken over by this sandstorm of emotional dreams. 

Perfection, perfection.. take me away in your arms. 


---- Until your heartbreaks, a million little pieces turning into dust. 
<|3

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I am Jacks pharyngeal reflex.

Im tired. Im sick and tired of everyone and their love lives, its spring time and everyones in love. Everyones hormones are shooting up sky high, including my own I guess, these days I'm a hormonal mess of emotions, sometimes their ridiculously high and happy and I make myself puke, other times their low and angry and everyone else makes me puke. Its crazy I tell you, bipolar even.

I dont want to hear about you love life.
I dont want to be ditched for your love life.
I dont want to hear about my lack of a "love life". I know, more over I dont caaaare. 
I dont want a bloody love life.

You're all in love and happy, good for you, Im happy for you but could you just please keep it to yourselves? Much appreciated. I need to revise, I have exams. No time to dwell on anyones emotional state, much less my own! And this is all just making me dwell... sigh. 


Friday, April 17, 2009

I cant sleep. You've stolen my sleep.

The people we love end up haunting us for the rest of our lives, ghosts and flashing visions of what we chose to block out of memory because it just hurts too much to remember. An amazing human self defence mechanism, blocking out the memory of pain, loss and hate, so all that is left is the bruises and the tear stains on our pillows. Still, our subconscious remembers, its there in the back of your mind, that lingering sensation of pain, of love, of hate.. of insanity. Its all there, driving you to be a border line insomniac, because your thoughts wont let you dismiss their actions, because your thoughts remember the feeling, however vaguely, it still remembers and it just wont let you forget it fully.. and you just cant find peace. From sun down to sun up, your staring at the ceiling, hoping for sleep, for rest. 

No rest for the restless. 

No love for the unlovable.


I cant run away from you, wherever I go, your presence lingers. I cant turn my back on you, however way I try. Stop haunting me, I'm not that little hopeless kid anymore. 


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

You and your bloody addictive lies.

Somewhere, beneath the starry ski, between stormy seas and fiery earth life lies lost. Searching for answers and seeking truth, always seeking truth, what do we do when all these lies become our lives?
And all our lives revolve around deceit. Lies, big fat amusing lies… addictive lies.
Shadows in the dark background of deceit, whispering cold dark twisted lies, lies… addictive lies.

We claim, we say, we shout, we cry, we scream, we fight because we say we want to hear the truth, the truth, a truth we already have buried deep inside of us, embedded in our souls.
You want to know the truth? The truth behind life? The truth behind yourself? You run from the truth like it’s the plague. You deny the truth at every corner, you couldn’t tell what the truth was if it was there dancing in front of you in a bright fucking chicken suite. Even if you saw the truth, you will run, just like you run every time, just like everyone else. You will run, run and then lie some more. Lies lies lies, addictive bloody lies.

Lie until we cant sleep. Lie until our lies keep us awake at night, haunting us. Lies lies lies you and your lies.
Bullshit, my own life is full of lies. And I know it, but do you know it?
Funny thing is I know when im being lied to but I will accept the lie rather than the truth. Cause its easier for me to do that, than face the truth. Im a coward. There you go, thats some truth for you right there: I am a coward.


Im starting to think I should put maybe a little more effort in writing my posts, mmmm, maybe then I'd get some comments eh?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Operah debate about Chris and Rihanna.

Really? I mean, REALLY?! As if there arent more important things to debate.

*sigh*
Stupid world.


I've been feeling really down lately, just tired of everything and in need of a break but cant afford it... I dont know whats wrong with me to be honest.