Oh bitter heart,
Why be there pain for lovers past?
Oh bitter fate,
Why doth thy mock my lonely present?
Oh bitter heavens,
Why must all good things end in future tense?
And so we find the holy trinity;
Indeed of Love and Friendship.
The cruel laws of reality.
Let me dream of feeling lost.
Let me dream of what I have.
Let me long for dreams to come.
And let not me from dreams awake.
A city once full of hope and light, lays vacant and still as sounds past echo through our streets, our hearts and our minds. It is the song of a lone man. And so it starts soft, like the first light of a new day, slowly warming toward the heavens. And like a bird, takes flight over the buildings and through the sky, ever so delicate in its every move each as graceful as its last.
Suddenly, the warmth finds what is left of me. It finds my soul, and reminds me of what I left behind. I see a place long forgot, and the world that we left. I see a house, old and weary, but full of character - a symbol of the old world. I enter, and find in
Fears, Tears - Broken Inside by RobinInnle, literature
Literature
Fears, Tears - Broken Inside
Into the darkness of death does he walk,
Through the shadows, scared of what he became.
Scared of the bright blinding lights.
Scared of commitments.
Scared of real life.
Silent Sobs, and silent tears unseen,
From her hiding place, undone and unsure.
Unsure of what she should do.
Unsure of what he did.
Unsure of her life.
Here speaks a girl with a broken, crushed heart.
Finding how to stand on her feet again.
Finding her place without him.
Finding her self a home.
Finding a new life.
Broken Dreams, shattered by the things he did.
Broken Sleep, where Nightmares haunt inside her.
Inside the school yard wall.
Inside the pretty l
"He is me, but I am not him."
He is the lies,
the darkness that consumes.
He is the voice,
The voice that makes us,
wish we were dead.
But I am the light.
Numeric nets
Literate lines,
short tales to preoccupy.
I am his absence,
I am the soul.
So snub out that voice,
let me be in control.
Such sorrow in a mirror black,
Or in this world's sad, dark surround.
For what I've seen takes me aback,
Now my head is locked, chained, and bound.
Yet in this worlds sad, dark surround,
Much beauty do I seek to find.
Thought my mind be locked, chained and bound,
I still see. And they say love is blind?
What beauty do I seek to find?
What deadly smell engulfs the air?
It's the dark that consumes my mind,
Creeping tendrils warning – Beware!
What deadly smell engulfs the air?
It's the dark that came creeping back.
It's the world's end. My nightmare;
Such sorrow in a mirror black.
Tis odd how we are so isolated,
For loneliness hurts me more.
Your actions speak louder, for favours false,
But nothing of sense, ay, there's nothing worse.
I watch as she hides
From those who care and those who scorn.
But both don't know what we know.
Both can't feel what we do.
Yet still they try,
With their light not even making it through…
So here I am watching what she thinks I can't see.
I want to help, but I'm straining against my own cage.
I wish I could fly in and take away her fears.
I pray I could walk in and dry away her tears.
But I can't, I don't.
I just leave her to the crushing life that she's living.
And then I feel the heavy droplets form,
Slowly running down my face.
at least to hold your hand
at least once i would try
Two lives intertwined
reach through the darkness,
the lonely night sky.
Two minds joined as one
i believe you my dear, my fair, my friend,
i know that your heart shall proceed,
please dont wait for me,
Two senses, both wrong
I'd rather be left in the shadows,
then to keep you frozen forever,
forever waiting for the love never to meet eye to eye,
Two truths, two lies
i wont hold you back,
go on with your life.
Two stories, one ends.
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To die. To sleep no more...
So, time for another journal. Its been quite a while then... Meh. Things are looking up, well I think they are. I do have a lot of holiday homework to get done before going back for Yr12. About 3 English essays and a tonne of stuff for Psychology and Theatre Stds.
And then there is what I shall call my Octet... Even if it really isnt. Our first gig is coming up in January... unfortuently people are running away on us so we'll be down to 5 people but that doesnt matter. For any of you intersted it will be at the Curve Bar at the Arts Centre.. I'll post details as I get them. But so
Yay! Here ends my days of concert viewing. It was great. Thursday night I went to see the MSO with the school. 'Twas great. I was really lucky - at interval I got give A-reserve tickets by someone who was leaving early! 2 of them worth $105 each! Overall a Brillant Concert.
Friday Night - After musical rehersal Varga and I made our way to Central Hall @ ACU. This was Nick Dinopoulos' operatic debut as Mercury in John Eccles' 'Judgement Of Paris'. Once again, Brilliant despite a few tuning problems... I highly recomend people who are free on Sunday (Tommorow) to go to it esspically if you like Baroque music or that style. Tommorow is the the
Ok, First entry in a while. Not much to say really. Things are up and down. I'm worried about cirtain friends... the seem to be putting them selves under stress for no really big reason. That worries me. Tom has left us now. Its only Chris, Jarred and myself. Not a good combination. Meh, thats the way this cookie crumbled.
Musical is coming along nicely - even with 5 weeks to go. Alan is about to start on the poster which will be good... And this is my final big thanxies to Kitty who is the bestest for getting me a Subscription...