Love

How can I keep my emotions intact,
when nothing but the world's of trouble get in the way
Do I love you like my heart had intended?
or will I sink like a rock to the bottom of the lake?
The weakness of my being is also my strength
I'm vulnerable to the objection of love.

My mind always wanders away from where it should be.
I've tried to keep a girlfriend but it's me that gets in the way
I've retrained my heart to want what it can't handle
I don't know why,
I can't help myself.

I will always want what I can't have
A loving tragedy of struggle and I'm only hurting myself.
There will never be an end to this
I think of love, you will agree that it's only the passing of pain
if only you could see what I see.

INNER VOICE

The inner voice that demands you be you
Won't come out and shine on through.
Everything you try to keep turns it's back away from you.

Run of Negativity.

It's cold in here..


You don't have a lot to show, from this life you were given
You suck it all out, to give, 
You've made your own prison.

The mistake has been done
You started it and made it become.
You've driven yourself to blankness,
You're in a consistent hole of sadness
We can all see, YOU don't know how to try
So why don't you join a group for the soul-less  

The indifference makes me attracted
but OUR worlds found the way to be contracted.

It felt like this was the last way out of my personal hell.

With what I say i'm crying,
It never gets me anywhere.
It's forced me into a river of lies
Your mind must think it's dying.
My pointless choices need no introduction.
I'll just stand by and await repercussion 

I know a guy that'll tell you to go FUCK yourself
His world isn't in order, all he wants is someone else, someone to hold, someone to love,
His problem is his own head.
He will say "Yes", just to pass the time.
but He will really mean "No" "I won't give you what is mine"

Here you are, thinkin' you've got the shit,
And somehow you think you can get away with it.
Have all the fun your body will let you handle,
All it can do is find it's way back to haunt you.
The skull is now a broken, melody without a beat.

Yeah, Michael (a.k.a WRITER) you really chose a great way to spend your life
and what's left of it, 
As I knew you would, before even you did. You would screw it up.
I've watched you,  watched your life glide by.
Everything you have touched, another person, a t-shirt, the fucking keyboard.
YOU! make them leave you. You're a child. a 26 or 27 year old fucking child
(Not that that would be BAD.., but you know, i'm just refusing to grow up). 

Life isn't all fun and games. There's a serious part somewhere...

seventh of the twelfth

"That kettle is making a lot of noise"  I murmered to myself whilst trying to hold in the explosion of laughter.

After all I should be able to write something that has absolutely nothing mathematical: the kettle declined it's tune and multiplied a few things and belted into a melody.  Yet some how reminds me of Christmas Ugh, what a different sort of month: 

The shopping centres, 

the roads, 

the random acts of kindness, 

the donations, 

the giving, 

the taking, 

the acceptance,

the greed, 

the alcohol, 

the trouble, 

the forgiveness..... 

I could go on but I've lost my almond, Ahh the month of things...

Heartwork.

I knew it was my world, yet I still deceived
I take in all the hate how can I still believe?
I put all my trust into positive negativity
Bad habits a MUST, the destructive road to lust.
They are defining me.

Try and think of the following line,
Convince your mind it's actually alright,
but it's not afraid to lie to you.
Prescription will change the body
Controlling what the thoughts want to do,
I am redefining me

I'm trying to find the right people or place,

To help me turn life into more then a waste.

It's not the right me i'm getting to know,

Do they really care which way i go?

They are  just wolves in sheep's clothing

Look, I'm considering what's wrong with me,

But there are people I've had in life, 
that have left and made the past be.

In the end,
It's only my life I've orphaned

Surely there are other worlds for me.

THE INDIFFERENCES

I wonder what will happen when I change,
All I've taken out of life has left me out of range.

My version of 'thank-you' is to hand over the keys,
My force filled barrier is then thrown away to please.
Trust is won, but has been battle fought,
It's not a life lesson, but a lesson to be sought.

Collected beliefs that make you interpret facts into rights,
Questioning their sanity will only turn days into nights.
It's funny how one event changes the way you do things,
without realisation of the consequences...

I've done it to myself,
so it's how it's meant to be.
No need for anyone else,
My wings will set me free.

PAINTING SURPRISE

Popular
Adventourous and
Impulsive,
New artwork
Takes a little extra time to
Imagine how it looks
Now you've got the image in mind just,
Gaze into the detail.

Simplify the 'Ahh"
Underline the artists name,
Persistant to keep on looking
Reality can not interfere
Imagine thoughts growing without control
Strange to still see people walking by
Excited, but hopeless my eyes give it away.