Thoughts

Thoughts.... they're like fish and we are all sitting at the dock, casting our lines hoping to catch them as they appear. Of course, thoughts caught are the ones you are thinking right now. Sometimes, they slip away, just as fish do (much like other types of fish). The worst of them all is when you can't catch them anymore, you see them, schools, swarming beneath the surface, but your line is broken. The feeling dreads me, unable to grasp what is right in front of me. The thought terrifies me sometimes.
I shall come back another day and fish away.

Tip of my tongue

The words are all assembled, all ordered like a marching band. And yet, these troops can not be deployed, the general's lack of sense prohibits their deployment into the air waves. Unable to sing their song on the airwaves, unable to fulfill their destinies as did pilots did in the wars a long long time ago.

The war is long over now, these troops never seen the horizon's edge. Still waiting for the chance, to soar, they await.

Falling

Cold. It's all he can feel. His hands, like a metal claw, grabs onto the ice pick. His feet, slowly making their way towards the top. He tries to breathe in air, but finds frosted needles. His lungs like the four seasons, summer soon followed by winter. His body detested him and vise versa. He curses silently - is this the end for him? Another stab into the sheet of ice with his foot, it's loose! He hangs for a moment. He looks down, the loose ice sheet free from it's siblings - falling into the dark clouds below. He has to live on! He readjusts himself into a safer position. He takes a breather. His eyes, heavy from lack of sleep, his muscles wept from the intensity. He reaches into is jacket - a picture of his family. A warm feeling comes through wave after wave - he feels stronger now. He pulls out the ice pick and stabs it in once more - somethings not right, the ice cracks. He falls.

His muscles flinched, they panicked at the thought of free fall. His bladder, at its limit. His eyes almost unable to stay in his eye sockets. His stomach rises up to his lungs. He screams as he descends. "This is surely the end," he says to himself, "Wife, kids, world, I wish I were kinder to you all." A ray of light pierces the thick dark fog that is the uncomfortable, empty bed. His screams stop, he has accepted his defeat. All he awaits now is death. He expected it to be shorter, but these last moments of his life seemed very long. What's this? A hand reaches through the dark fog. He strains himself to reach it. He is so close, just an inch away. Half an inch, quarter. Contact!

He opens his eyes to see he solid ice sheet sliding in front of him, is he soaring upwards? No. He looks left, a static image, right, the same. He regains some sensation in his metal claw, what's this? A tight grip. He looks up to see a friendly face, his saviour, smiling down at him.

Thanks friend.

Internal bleeding

When your heart, soul and mind disagree with one another, you will begin to bleed. Whether it be fast, or very very slow. Your heart will pump poison. Your brain will play the master. Your soul begins to burn. The damage continues... it could be a silent war, it can last for eternity. But that bleeding will continue without you knowing.

Internal struggles, we all have them, whether we chose to agree, find common ground, or fight. The amount of bloodshed varies.

Peace is hard to come by, find the insurgency and crush it before you bleed to death.

What is up with that?

Regarding the poem "Why..."
Hummm... sat and read that like three times and started to felt kinda emotional. What the hell!!!? Those are the words that went through my head as I started to feel a little sad on the inside.

For those of you who do not know the underlaying meaning behind it. I'll shed some light
First of all. Have you highlighted the entire poem?
Second of all. It is NOT copied from anywhere (that i know of - cause i constructed it manually)
Third of all. I was not in a depressed state of mind or had anything on my mind when I began to write this, so I am thereby NOT CUTTING MYSELF OR ANYTHING. I just started with a "Why..." and it just went on.

Here we go
The point to this poem is that it shows a typical relationship. Basically it's about a relationship that dies because of one thing, communication. Very important. Why is it blacked out? The white part indicates the - one sided-ness of the relationship. When the black part is revealed, it shows the other part of the relationship that was not communicated across (hence the "fade out"). The "chorus" is just there as a divider and a time skip of the relationship.
The second part is the destabilization of the relationship, where one side is confused about what the other side wants.
Third part shows complete destruction and separation of the relationship, it's portrayed by just a massive amount of questions and confusion from both sides. And then they break up. But still... one side still loves on.

Why...

Why must you...

Why must you walk up to me?

To talk to you

Why must you say hi to me?

To flirt with you

Why must you flirt with me?

To lead you on

Why must you lead me on?

To like you

Why must you like me?

Because I do

Why must you hold my hands?

To feel your hands

Why must you kiss me?

To feel your lips

Why must you touch me?

To feel your skin

Why must you spend time with me?

To learn about you

Why must you love me?

Because I do

Why?
Why oh why?

Why must you not spend time with me?

Because I want you to spend time with me

Why must you not look at me?

Because I want you to look at me

Why must you not comfort me?

Because I want you to comfort me

Why must you not hold me?

Because I want you to hold me

Why must you not talk to me?

Because I want you to talk to me

Why must you not sweet talk me?

Because I want you to sweet talk me

Why?
Why oh why?

Why must you confuse me?

Why must you confuse me?

Why must you mislead me?

Why must you mislead me?

Why must you lie to me?

Why must you lie to me?

Why must you yell at me?

Why must you yell at me?

Why must you reject me?

Why must you reject me?

Why must you hate me?

Why must you hate me?

Why must you leave me?

Why must you leave me?

Why?

Why oh why?

Because I love you too much~~

The world we chose to live in

It's the first time that you've ever seen such a chaotic scene. Roads, worn down by tank tracks. Cars piled up on the side with bullet holes and burn marks obviously used as cover. You hear a single shot fired echoing through the city's grid. Tall towers of smoke came out of the sky scrapers. Office buildings bent over as if they were defeated. A tank round is heard followed by a few screams and shouts.

You begin to explore this place that you've never laid eyes upon. You walk carefully around the dead soldiers. Like a strange film, there were only black and white colours. You look carefully at the mauled soldier. He coughed and a dark red colour is seen. His strength fades away... he is no more.

You start to feel cold, a cold breeze perhaps? Ambiance of the surrounding destruction is drowned out by an frightening high pitched noise. You close your eyes in pain and plug your ear drums in hopes of defending yourself from this unpleasant experience. It works. You open your eyes and see a butterfly, magnificently coloured; orange, black, blue and green. You follow it with your eyes. You turned a full circle and watch it fly up towards the blue sky. You daydream for a while about how great it would be to be so beautiful.

You look down again at the path in front of you, but it is not the same. All the buildings were brimming with colour and fully repaired. The pileup on the side of the road were merely parked cars. You rub your eyes in disbelief. What's going on? you say to yourself. What once was a battlefield was now just a nice beautiful street. You say to yourself, "Everything's going to be alright, yea... It'll be just fine."

Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from the fiction, this is a mini story about a person's inner self. It's about confusion, choices, and mental health. The street defined here at the beginning is a mess - everyone has their downfalls and bad un-presentable times. And in this case, this person's tricked themselves into pretending that the world around is perfectly fine, instead of this battlefield that it was before.
Moral of the story is, you should sometimes face the truth.

Multi-personas

Everyone has multiple personalities.

One must live with others in order to survive
Whether they be in themselves,
Whether they be others,
One must survive with others to live.

RANDOM!

Just felt like writing that little verse cause I feel like a little bit like a poet. Recently. Read my ex's poem just the other night, man o man. Awesome. I loved it so much I'm gonna go grab it and post it here

untitled, 14 April 2007
'I despise you'
Would make you cry,
Beg, plead, deny
So you do not truly hear
So I tell it with a lie
Leaving your doubts and reason
To make you aware
I despise you.

personally, It makes me feel like.... like.... i dunno. Makes me feel like i don't know!!! MMmmm feel that hate.

Poems are to be
Inscribed with a quill of Hot Passion,
Ink of a destroyed heart,
On a paper drowned in sorrowful tears.

Crouching tiger! Hidden meaning!

A general mood is set, a dark place. Somewhere foreign and unfamiliar. A knife you find, something that everyone can do, hurt. Wavering around in the darkness slicing away. An object is struck. No other but another person's heart, it pulls away so it does not hurt anymore. But there is no blood on your knife. A pulsing sensation comes across your hands. Blood on your hands, YOUR WORK! Guilt engulfs you up till your heart. That's how guilty you feel. But it doesn't matter, the blood continues to run but you are soon casted into the shadow and labeled forbidden to ever enter this place - someone else's embrace.

It's about everyone in general and how much pain they can cause someone. Enough pain to shut them out for a considerable amount of time, enough to shun them into the dark corner.

"What have we all done?"

Paint me a picture

Okay! Here we go

Picture a man, standing in the middle of pitch black. He's standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded in total complete darkness. However, he can see himself. He checks his pockets and finds a knife, he waves it around, literally stabbing in the darkness... Suddenly, he stabs something... The victim jumps and cowers away. The tugging by the victim twists the knife and it is pulled out... Curious, the man looked at his metal knife. Nothing. Clearly he should see blood, but he does not.

As he looks around to see if he could find his victim. He shouts out his apology, but no voice can be heard from him. He strains himself and continues to scream his remorse. He is silenced. His left hand begins to pulse unnaturally. A slimy feeling comes across his hand. He pulled it up towards his face, a heart, still beating with a knife wound. It jets out blood pulse by pulse. "What is it?" the man questions himself. "Did I.... do this? What have I done?" The blood on his hands stretches onto his arm, then towards his shoulder, then to his chest. He unbuttons his shirt to see streaks of blood crawling across his body. "What is this!!?" The red stain vanishes from his skin. Scared, the man checked his hand, nothing. The wounded heart disappeared.

"Was that a dream?" A voice says softly. "Who's there!!?" silence. There was no response. For a while, the man panicked and his heart starts to race. Paranoia sets in, his pupils dilate, hair on his neck stood up like a marching army. A drop of water is heard. Then quickly followed by another. The pace of the water speeds up. The man walks towards the sound. Silence again. He looks at where he stands. His whole body starts to flicker like a broken light bulb.

"What have I done?"
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