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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Nothing Less, Nothing More


Nothing Less, Nothing More…

Just look upon my arms,
You'll find treasure, there.
I won't have to explain,
You might not even care...

I'm giving you my very all,
If you would like to seek.
Open up both your eyes,
Tell me now, I'm still weak...

Tell me I made some art,
By drawings on my arm.
Don't speak I'll be okay,
If you see beyond harm...

I will show you how deep,
If you open up your eyes.
Don't tell me it's all false,
I know which ones are lies...

Just tell me all what I am;
Nothing less, nothing more.
Don't tell me to go on,
If there's nothing to fight for…..

Friday, September 10, 2010

Beside Myself

Beside Myself


Diving head first into the unknown
Lost and confused as life passes me by
Everything is a big blur
Hiding all the pain I cannot bear to show

Falling but wishing I could fly
Not knowing where to turn, oh what to do
Silently screaming, no one hears my cry
Feeling pathetic as my heart gets torn in two

Over and over again I am left behind
Like my life is on a repeating cycle
I'm trying so hard to break these chains
Trying to escape from these constant pains

Feeling so weak, but not giving up
Tripping, stumbling, tumbling down
Searching for anything to grasp and hold near
Trying to stand up against these fears

I tell myself, do not be afraid
One day, it will all be okay
Until that day I just need to stay strong
Beside myself is where I belong… 


Freestyler...

Fading Out

Fading Out


You're all alone, swollen up with hate.
Fighting against what seems to be your fate.
You could run or hide but there is no escape.
All roads lead you back to your first mistake...


You feel alive with pain, but powerless with fear.
It claws through your brain, and escapes in a tear.
You want to let it out, to make it go away.
But your so filled with doubt, confused what others say...


You hate the days before, the days you could smile.
You just want to ignore those memories for a while.
Because you can't tell what's real or what is fake.
You keep falling apart with every step you take...


You're too lost, too cold,
To ever be saved.
It's like you're living life
walking to your grave.....

Saturday, September 4, 2010

My Dwelling Place

My Dwelling Place

This emotion has swallowed me whole
It has gotten inside and has taken control
Holding me hostage eroding my soul
Cutting into my core leaving a hole

A void a weakness something stronger than me
Blatantly bullying the parts that you cannot see
If only from my own feelings I could finally flee
I could cut away this emotion and set myself free 

Instead of being a prisoner trapped here in my mind
Scared to look deeper in fear of what it is I may find
Because these emotions they have me resigned
Bound and cut off so cleverly confined

Court up and tied in my own personal hell
Leaving me broken just an empty shell
With no-one to go to and no-one to tell
Inside my own body I sit and I dwell

Empty Glass

Empty Glass
Feeling like an empty glass,
Please fill me up.
Fill me up with love, care and stability
I can no longer stand like this.


Without love and care,
I fall to the ground.
I shatter to a million pieces
Yet no one still cares.


Eventually I am swept away
And thrown into the garbage can.
That's the end of life for me
A broken glass, neglected and forgotten...