Stare into my eyes...
Now try and tell me this isn't real...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Irrelevant Now...
Has it really been so long?
So long since that time when I understood you so well?
Would I still understand you today? Or is this new you, the real you?
It's funny how quickly time can past and how much can change.
As long as you're happy... but even that's questionable.
Maybe I never knew you enough to begin with?
It's irrelevant now anyway.
So long since that time when I understood you so well?
Would I still understand you today? Or is this new you, the real you?
It's funny how quickly time can past and how much can change.
As long as you're happy... but even that's questionable.
Maybe I never knew you enough to begin with?
It's irrelevant now anyway.
Monday, June 22, 2009
When not a lot has changed at heart
It's been far too long since I last blogged.
My life has been riddled with pages of media ethics, excel documents and powerpoint presentations and also a work place that treats me like a doormat.
These are all possible reasons for the lack of blogging as of late.
I am glad though that I am nearly through with the studying side of the scale and excited about what lies beyond the next 6 weeks.
I'm sure I will have plenty to say during the remaining six weeks in Sydney and the days following our departure.
I better anyway... because it's all I want to do. Write and write and write.
Nearly 2am... I am still awake... and the rain has just begun... funny, nothing seems to have changed.
My life has been riddled with pages of media ethics, excel documents and powerpoint presentations and also a work place that treats me like a doormat.
These are all possible reasons for the lack of blogging as of late.
I am glad though that I am nearly through with the studying side of the scale and excited about what lies beyond the next 6 weeks.
I'm sure I will have plenty to say during the remaining six weeks in Sydney and the days following our departure.
I better anyway... because it's all I want to do. Write and write and write.
Nearly 2am... I am still awake... and the rain has just begun... funny, nothing seems to have changed.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
the hideous humans
What I hate, is people who know nothing about you. Those individuals who presume to know everything about you, but who couldn't be further from the truth. What's worse is, they're usually people who don't actually know much about anything at all. It's somehow, always these people who tend to talk a lot. They talk and talk, but the many words they speak are nothing but wasted breath. A lifeless mumble and droning tone, ringing constantly in your mind. Empty, worthless, words.
These people are often some of life's nastiest. The cruel individuals, filled with cruel and dishonorable intentions. They tend to comment on situations that have nothing to do with them and they revel in the knowledge they have shaken a body of feathers.
What is the purpose of a life lead in such a manner?
It makes me physically ill. People like this disgust me.
People like this may waste their words, but people like this are a waste of our world.
These people are often some of life's nastiest. The cruel individuals, filled with cruel and dishonorable intentions. They tend to comment on situations that have nothing to do with them and they revel in the knowledge they have shaken a body of feathers.
What is the purpose of a life lead in such a manner?
It makes me physically ill. People like this disgust me.
People like this may waste their words, but people like this are a waste of our world.
Red Beast, White Heart
What is it to you
What I do with my life?
Your crazy, messed up hair
Springing in every direction
Like dead branches from a tree
You hide behind fire-enraged eyes
That light up at the chance to kill
In your murderous thirst
You hunt down your prey
You'll feast on their flesh
In the bloodiest of ways
Drink from their wounds
Chant before their remains
Giving yourself life
As you take theirs heartlessly away
So cold to touch
Is the lifeless shell you toss aside
The scene is bitter-sweet
Through the spectators eyes
As some are just like you
Bitter to the core
Rejected from the world
They relish in your beastly delight
While others hide in the corner
Wait for your storm to pass
Hoping for a ray of sunshine
Blessed with hearts of white
Feral like a cat
Who has been left alone to stray
Catching mice to feed on
Is your tormenting and hideous way
Chewing on your words
As you chewed up all of me
Spat me on the floor
For the whole world to see
You're not worth the light
I hold inside my soul
And maybe you'll never feel the pain
You inflict upon this world
But you may also never know the life
Of one who owns a pure white heart.
What I do with my life?
Your crazy, messed up hair
Springing in every direction
Like dead branches from a tree
You hide behind fire-enraged eyes
That light up at the chance to kill
In your murderous thirst
You hunt down your prey
You'll feast on their flesh
In the bloodiest of ways
Drink from their wounds
Chant before their remains
Giving yourself life
As you take theirs heartlessly away
So cold to touch
Is the lifeless shell you toss aside
The scene is bitter-sweet
Through the spectators eyes
As some are just like you
Bitter to the core
Rejected from the world
They relish in your beastly delight
While others hide in the corner
Wait for your storm to pass
Hoping for a ray of sunshine
Blessed with hearts of white
Feral like a cat
Who has been left alone to stray
Catching mice to feed on
Is your tormenting and hideous way
Chewing on your words
As you chewed up all of me
Spat me on the floor
For the whole world to see
You're not worth the light
I hold inside my soul
And maybe you'll never feel the pain
You inflict upon this world
But you may also never know the life
Of one who owns a pure white heart.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Crying at the make-believe world
I was just wondering, why people often cry in movies or at TV shows?Because I am guilty of this very thing, and it happens more frequently than I care to admit.
The other night I was watching a movie you might have heard of called "Marley and Me". A film in which, two of my favourite actors are the lead roles. It's about a dog though. A large part of it at least. Albeit an incredibly gorgeous dog, a dog... period. You'd think there would be some sort of further storyline to accompany such a bizarre concept, but no... it's kinda, purely about the dog. My boy and I were discussing throughout, how it could be likened to one of those terrible, G-rated, family movies that more often than not, go straight to DVD. I'm sounding harsh here, and I'm not meant to, because what I'm coming to is this; I am a big, wussy, wah-wah, cry baby. Even when watching a movie such as Marley and Me. Only, rather than watching a G-rated flick and crying for days about it, as I would have when I was 10, I am now 23 years old and it seems, not so much has changed.
Yes, I'm rather ashamed of myself, but at the same time, it's made me wonder WHY?
I cried at the end of Valkerie too you know, in fact, I completely lost it and exploded into breathless sobs... and I don't even like Tom Cruise! I also cried during most episodes of this years Biggest Loser and when I say most, I mean, my cheeks were wet more than they were ever dry! And the lastest was One Tree Hill, yep, that got me too! Every time. The episode when Peyton walks in to find her birth mother dead, now that was a killer! But again... WHY? What is my problem?
Why do we feel emotions so strongly even when what we're viewing has been created in a make believe world? Or is this a problem that lays solely with me?
When you find the answer, please let me know... I have a feeling my mind could benefit enormously from such knowledge. Perhaps then, the boy wont have to hold me in his arms as I cry uncontrollably while he does his best to hold back the bouts of laughter waiting to escape.
Yes, the ability to manage my over-emotional personality mixed with my over-active tear producing eyes, would be a skill I'd love to master.
The other night I was watching a movie you might have heard of called "Marley and Me". A film in which, two of my favourite actors are the lead roles. It's about a dog though. A large part of it at least. Albeit an incredibly gorgeous dog, a dog... period. You'd think there would be some sort of further storyline to accompany such a bizarre concept, but no... it's kinda, purely about the dog. My boy and I were discussing throughout, how it could be likened to one of those terrible, G-rated, family movies that more often than not, go straight to DVD. I'm sounding harsh here, and I'm not meant to, because what I'm coming to is this; I am a big, wussy, wah-wah, cry baby. Even when watching a movie such as Marley and Me. Only, rather than watching a G-rated flick and crying for days about it, as I would have when I was 10, I am now 23 years old and it seems, not so much has changed.
Yes, I'm rather ashamed of myself, but at the same time, it's made me wonder WHY?
I cried at the end of Valkerie too you know, in fact, I completely lost it and exploded into breathless sobs... and I don't even like Tom Cruise! I also cried during most episodes of this years Biggest Loser and when I say most, I mean, my cheeks were wet more than they were ever dry! And the lastest was One Tree Hill, yep, that got me too! Every time. The episode when Peyton walks in to find her birth mother dead, now that was a killer! But again... WHY? What is my problem?
Why do we feel emotions so strongly even when what we're viewing has been created in a make believe world? Or is this a problem that lays solely with me?
When you find the answer, please let me know... I have a feeling my mind could benefit enormously from such knowledge. Perhaps then, the boy wont have to hold me in his arms as I cry uncontrollably while he does his best to hold back the bouts of laughter waiting to escape.
Yes, the ability to manage my over-emotional personality mixed with my over-active tear producing eyes, would be a skill I'd love to master.
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