In pursuit of the neverending work of progress called Life, here are some more. Most of my writings come from a few years ago, and tend to be teen-angst bullshit, and I am trying to post the least of that. Soo... yeah... these have no titles.
It's 10 o'clock on my one free night,
should i trade this screen for another?
My eyes are hurting and so is my heart.
I reach for a new emotion,
pull back and feel the dust;
my apathy is dragging me down.
I try to seize the air and fall.
The day is fading already
and the night's almost brighter.
Today's the first day in awhile
that I've seen the light;
life isn't really alive anymore,
The whole world's grown dark,
night always was a bit more honest.
Never trying to hold back my tears,
jealousy and curiosity are the only links
to knowing that i'm still here.
But the world's closed for tonight,
and tomorrow is a new day.
Every night I think about where I have been,
and every morning I wonder where I am going.
The two are never the same,
although I like to think they are,
for how can I spell two different words
with the same letters?
After awhile I start to repeat the same sentence,
backwards my record is unchanged.
'There is not hidden meaning here' I think
'I have no letter to hell'
Yet you seem to find something
In the me that I do not know.
Is there a cold block within me,
or powerful words from another age?
And even after I stop talking,
you still see between my lines,
feel the things I never meant.
So I stay silent even though
the silence shouts and threatens.
But I will overcome it,
for I would have it no other way.
Today,
I managed to stare
at the walls and screens.
And now you ask,
"If I was there,
Would you stare at me?"
And I answer you
in the only way I can.
I say no.
No, how could I?
You are love,
my love.
You are not in existence
to be stared at, you are
to be held, to be loved.
And I would do that.
If you were here I would admire,
yes,
but not stare.
Riding through my life, gazing through the looking glass
of the window to my right. Watching memories go past,
I wonder if this time may never come again.
(Already missed it the last time around)
Now I know that it was here yesterday,
But now I'm older and then seems so far away.
I don't want to miss this chance,
Don't want to make this my last dance,
Don't want to worry while everything goes wrong.
I can stare at this screen and dream,
9 to 5 wondering what it all means,
Knowing this is where I'm going
Or I'm going nowhere at all.
I can open the curtain on the scene,
Not being surprised by what I'd see.
She says, "Why don't you come out some time?"
I say, "I can't, that I've got things to do."
But I don't know what my life is hiding from,
maybe anything else than something new.
Do you ever wonder what life could've been like
if you'd waited for the right moment instead of running away?
Ever wonder how it could've turned out
if you'd been hoping for tomorrow, not regretting yesterday?
But it's too late if you haven't figured it out,
the best it's ever gonna get is however it is now.
Talk to me when I'm gone, and learn to miss me
when you don't even hear the words asking, "How
are you and yours and everything you wanted?
Is everything going as it should have gone,
or are you wondering why you never stopped it?"
I think it's too late if you haven't figured it out,
the best it's ever gonna get is however it is now.
But is this how it's always supposed to go in the end,
or is "Better late then never" still a working reason? |
