The day is done, roll credits in the dark
think back, feel tall, feel small, fel empty
more pain than pleasure, more regret, but still
there's light, there's hope, to be free
But he's falling through an abyss of smiles
those that are fake, and real ones he cant return
he feels everything, he believes in nothing but him-
his existence, as his dreams of the stars burn
wish it could be different, but its not
wish he wasnt screaming, but it wont stop
on and on inside breaking his heart..
feeling hollowed out, he trembles, cold
the ghouls pf his past and his soul that was sold
come back to haunt him; its out of his control
the world is drowning, clinging to itself for support
and feel its need, its greed, its misery that loves you
sucking him in as he struggles against the quick sand
of the realisation that evades others, just to blind YOU
move on, stay strong, dont sense it, dont greet it
he still guards his power to release the universe, to be
everything that he shouldnt be, but what everyone needs
but there're civilians in this war, the unwitting soldiers
... now he cant be free
wish it could be different, but its not
wish he wasnt screaming, but it wont stop
on and on inside breaking his heart..
feeling hollowed out, he trembles, cold
the ghouls of his past and his soul that was sold
come back to haunt him; its out of his control
There's something for EVERYONE
THERE'S SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE
This blog consists of random musings, poetry, songs, parodies and stories born out of Awesome guitar solos, Boredom madness and Twilight fever.
I know what your thinking- Twilight? NEXT BLOG. But lets look at this objectively- i'm a female, susceptible to romantic fantasies ( i know, it annoys me too), it has hot people, and thirdly i've always had this vampire obssession and have watched practically every vampire sop or movie there is.
Then there is the case of boredom madness- u know when you're in class, and its not your average droning lecture but the kind of moronic lecture where the guy tries to make you participate in the said boring lecture and tries to use humor, sarcasm and even narcissism to get you interested? That makes me VERY sad. Therefore to escape into an alternate reality of poetic non-awkwardness, i have been forced to write some randomness that to me feels like some sort of an outlet. Sort of like punching a wall.
3rdly Guitar solos. Ever had those moments when you hear this certain kinda music and it SEIZES you and warps your mind and you feel disoriented thereafter? yep.. there's some of those moment-inspired writting too.
so here's me- past and present
enjoy :-)
This blog consists of random musings, poetry, songs, parodies and stories born out of Awesome guitar solos, Boredom madness and Twilight fever.
I know what your thinking- Twilight? NEXT BLOG. But lets look at this objectively- i'm a female, susceptible to romantic fantasies ( i know, it annoys me too), it has hot people, and thirdly i've always had this vampire obssession and have watched practically every vampire sop or movie there is.
Then there is the case of boredom madness- u know when you're in class, and its not your average droning lecture but the kind of moronic lecture where the guy tries to make you participate in the said boring lecture and tries to use humor, sarcasm and even narcissism to get you interested? That makes me VERY sad. Therefore to escape into an alternate reality of poetic non-awkwardness, i have been forced to write some randomness that to me feels like some sort of an outlet. Sort of like punching a wall.
3rdly Guitar solos. Ever had those moments when you hear this certain kinda music and it SEIZES you and warps your mind and you feel disoriented thereafter? yep.. there's some of those moment-inspired writting too.
so here's me- past and present
enjoy :-)
To make this page easier to understand
To make this page easier to understand
i have divided my posts in to the phases of my life which correspond to what i've written and when i'd written them, they are-
The juvenile phase
The angsty phase
The self discovery phase
The thoughtful phase
The mature phase (which is where i am right now )
aaaaaand there might be a few combinations there-of
i have divided my posts in to the phases of my life which correspond to what i've written and when i'd written them, they are-
The juvenile phase
The angsty phase
The self discovery phase
The thoughtful phase
The mature phase (which is where i am right now )
aaaaaand there might be a few combinations there-of
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Shit's my life (parody) {from juvenile phase}
* wauv-wauv dun-dun-dun dun--dun * (x2)
This aint the song for the teeny boppers
* wauv-wauv dun-dun-dun dun--dun *
no sing along for the tiny totters
* wauv-wauv dun-dun-dun dun--dun *
cos i aint gonna be just a whino in the crowd
gonna hear my cry when i shout it out loud
CHORUS
Shit's my liiiiife
and i'm a bathroom cleaner
the smell is gonna stay forever
i just wanna breathe when i'm at work..
shit's my liiiife
my bath is like a dip in the sewer
cos i aint got no place to live neither
gotta make do with toilet water
SHIT'S
MY
LIFE
This aint the song for the teeny boppers
* wauv-wauv dun-dun-dun dun--dun *
no sing along for the tiny totters
* wauv-wauv dun-dun-dun dun--dun *
cos i aint gonna be just a whino in the crowd
gonna hear my cry when i shout it out loud
CHORUS
Shit's my liiiiife
and i'm a bathroom cleaner
the smell is gonna stay forever
i just wanna breathe when i'm at work..
shit's my liiiife
my bath is like a dip in the sewer
cos i aint got no place to live neither
gotta make do with toilet water
SHIT'S
MY
LIFE
BROKEN STRING- poem {from mature phase}
i tried to write you a song
a song that would mean everything
but once again, i did things wrong
tuned too high and broke the string
how simple, and how metaphoric
how ironic, that it should happen
didnt want anything enough before
and now that i do,i'm disheartened
i have screamed,and i have cursed
you listened to me in silence
when i was done and stood trembling
you held me, as your penance
you cried no tears,confessed no fears
i wondered about you, grasping
but mostly i was caught up in me
why try when there was no point asking?
your stoic face and solid stance
sharply contrasting your delicate hands
gentle voice and wordless grace
your eyes stolen from distant lands
i scoffed at, smothered and infected
every dream that you saw out 'there'
i wanted you here, i wanted you near
yet your disappointment was hard to bear
i saw you wither slowly and surely
pieces of your soul steadily fading
i wanted to help and be there for you
but another hit and i lost track again
when i came to, you were far away
you resented everything and felt nothing
i know i hurt you and wound you too tight,
and you snapped just like my guitar string
a song that would mean everything
but once again, i did things wrong
tuned too high and broke the string
how simple, and how metaphoric
how ironic, that it should happen
didnt want anything enough before
and now that i do,i'm disheartened
i have screamed,and i have cursed
you listened to me in silence
when i was done and stood trembling
you held me, as your penance
you cried no tears,confessed no fears
i wondered about you, grasping
but mostly i was caught up in me
why try when there was no point asking?
your stoic face and solid stance
sharply contrasting your delicate hands
gentle voice and wordless grace
your eyes stolen from distant lands
i scoffed at, smothered and infected
every dream that you saw out 'there'
i wanted you here, i wanted you near
yet your disappointment was hard to bear
i saw you wither slowly and surely
pieces of your soul steadily fading
i wanted to help and be there for you
but another hit and i lost track again
when i came to, you were far away
you resented everything and felt nothing
i know i hurt you and wound you too tight,
and you snapped just like my guitar string
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