Writing freely promotes bad writing skills, while encouraging creativity... which can lead directly to great writing skills. What?
For example, many of my blog posts have been grammatically incorrect (including this one as well, makes my a hypocrite). Doing this over and over creates a bad habit of not caring and thinking that doing the wrong thing is the right thing. Allowing myself to do this makes it easier for the words to flow and in turn, for creativity to flow. I am going to try and find a balance between the two, and I am going to try and make an effort to make my blog posts more correct, not only to practice my writing skills but also to make it easier to read for the reader.
Getting away from formalities, writing is toxic in poetry as well. I find that every time I write a poem, a part of me dies in the process of creating it. It takes a legitimate toll on me every time I write. I do not write nearly as much poetry as I did back in say, Grades 7-9 because up until then I had no way of expressing those feelings, emotions, ideas and thoughts other than music. It allowed me to create a plethora of poetry. What is happening now is not directly writers block, but a form of it. I cannot write as much because I cannot express the same feelings twice. Look at my previous work I have posted on this blog, if you look at it critically it really does not make much sense and there is no trend to follow. Sometimes it is depressing in the form of lost love, suicide, or what have you. Other times it is about love that hurts, love that kills, or just love itself. While the topics of love and depression are enormous and allow me to create many pieces about them, no two pieces express the same thing twice... or at least express what I was trying to express twice. What is happening to me now, is not a lack of ideas... but a lack of passion towards many of these ideas because they have been expressed before and have taken their toll on me already... something I do not want to happen twice.
What I am trying to get at, is Poetry is Toxic. That sounds like a great idea for a poem actually, something I have not done before. I have written a poem on poetry in itself before, but never about the idea of poetry being toxic... look for a poem about toxicity soon, it is in the works :)
At the same time, I think that this toxicity is a necessary evil. You need to go through hell to find yourself, in my opinion. If tearing apart your emotions and by doing this, shaping the sculpture of your very being is required, then so be it. Which each poem a toll is taken, with each poem I am one step closer to finding what and who I am, and what my purpose is.
That is it for now, please feel free to comment down below.
Song of the day is by Shinedown off their album The Sound of Madness, called Breaking Inside. Enjoy :) "Don't tell me I'm the last one in line, don't tell me I'm too late this time."
Really cool video too.
So goodbye to you all, and maybe another post next week... looks pretty clear to me right now. Also reading week in 2 weeks, so sometime then as well.
Out of nowhere. This is something I wrote last night for a contest on allpoetry.com (great website). What I am trying to get across is, the little things in life that we don't expect or never think about are the things that keep life interesting. Running into someone in the halls at school, having your crush randomly talk to you, and of course dreaming... or maybe it was a nightmare. A dream dreamt twice, is a curse inside the blessed. Here it is, my poem.
A Dream Dreamt Twice
What is it like, to dream the same dream twice?
Each detail as vibrant as before, each road untraveled
Is it comforting to know what is to happen next, or a vice?
Does it leave you hopeless, or does it leave you dazzled?
Dreaming the same dream twice, does it make it a bore?
Each step taken, a step taken before
A carousel of madness, churning and turning
A fuse that shines through you, a fire that will not stop burning
A dream into a nightmare, knowing each mistake
Knowing what’s to happen next is a curse inside the blessed
Knowing nothing is real, everything is fake
Removing surprise is something to detest
A nightmare stitched into twice, leaving hopeless remorse
Loved ones falling left and right, I’ve seen it all before
Once was too many, twice is too few
According to this conscience of mine, it must be renewed
Tear out my heart, rip out my soul
Take away my being, bring forth my hell
A world without dreams is about to seize control
Infested with nightmares, eradicate and dwell
Midterms coming up, you won't be hearing from me for a while. Maybe that's a good thing.
A poem written by myself after my trip to Washington DC where I visited the Holocaust memorial museum. I encourage everyone to go there at least once in their lifetime, I know its not the same as going to the actual camps in Europe but it sure was powerful. I can safely say that it changed my perspective on life, and it helped me mature as a person. Understanding the past, and seeing the terror that ensued those dark years... its something that everyone could use. We need a reminder every now and then, to remember true brutality and evil.
So here it is, my poem.
Picture the world, the way it is now;
Fast, vast, restless and loud.
The cities that never sleep, the souls
we will never meet,
Our shadows, stuck in the unforgiving
concrete.
Now picture a world, burning in the sky.
These souls you will never meet make the
fire rise.
Swimming in the smoke, scorching the eye,
The weight of their world, unbearable to
you and I.
Picture a world, far from you and me
A burst of light that blinds every angel
into the sea.
One so similar, so evil to you and I,
A world where oceans bleed into the sky.
Now imagine a mirror, a wake of
devastation.
A world where the defiling of humanity,
an emancipation.
The injection of hate, rape, obliterates,
eradicates
The veins of the normally humane.
A world where you cross the line for
being nothing more than who you really are
“Cannot be reconciled with wisdom,
justice, and love” (Martin Luther King Jr.)
After all of that, picture a world,
lifeless and bland.
You are the only one left on this
colourless land.
You are but the last grain of rice, left
to be devoured.
Go ahead, try to reach and run,
You will succeed
in grasping these razor stone grounds
This world has rooted us into one. Single. Spot.
It has left us gazing upon these grounds which were
once the most beautiful,
Now the most hideous.
There it is, say what you will, say what you might. This is it.
This is it, the moment I have been trying to create for weeks now. This blog is changing. The next time you will read this blog, it will be different. The name I am hiding for now, but you will see. I will change the URL with the blog, so for those who do not access this blog through me posting it on facebook and have it bookmarked... I will post one last post after this one just saying the URL, making sure everyone who wants to stay in the loop, can.
Don't fret. All of the older posts will still be there for you to look at :)
This post won't just be this status update however, it will be a full one. So lets get underway!
So I wanted to talk a bit about the blog's evolution as a whole. Remember my first post? Those faithful readers who have been there with me since day 1? So much has changed since then. First off, if you look at it, its short xD . Many of my posts have been 1700 words +, that one was like 950 or so... I was so nervous back then to post everything that was on my mind... look at me now :P Though back in October when I started I had many more posts-per-month than I do now.... so looking back at that who would like to see shorter posts but a more frequently updated blog? Leave me some input to ponder upon... :)
Now lets skip ahead in time a little, when I posted my highest-read blog post ever. Sick-Dating. Why were people so intrigued to spend their valuable time reading this? It baffles me to this day. That was the first post that I just said "fuck it, im saying what I want today and I don't care what other people will think". I just... talked. Straight from the heart. And every post after that followed through with that example. The couple before it were... experiments... a prologue if you will. Now we are here... the end of the cold day in the sun for Tony.
Speaking of experiments... those few who actually cared enough to go through the archives and stay updated with the blog without me posting the post on social media, finding it without me putting it in front of them, found what was a lengthy experiment. A series of poetry created by yours truly... meant to decipher these emotions chained inside me... and embrace love. As the poems went from sad-depressing-suicidal-narcissistic to deeply in love- overcome with emotion and simply love itself, I learned a lot about myself. I learned that there were people out there who actually cared for once, that actually listened, and didn't just hear me. And even though in the end the desired results of this experiment did not happen at all... I achieved another result... unexpected and welcome.
Then we moved on to the post-experiment era, where my posts revealed what I felt about myself personally, that I am stitched in my own skin, and if I try to break out I will just bleed and feel more pain. That I miss the old days with friends, staying up all night talking about everything and anything, just having a great time... bonding.... playing halo at 4 am :P It is a feeling like no other, let me tell you. Anyways, I also talked about what was happening in the world, such as my view on the whole KONY 2012 situation... by the way people that thing is in 2 days. Anyone still doing that? I doubt it, it really died down. If they were smart they would have done this a week before the event, back when it was still in everyone's mind and important to everyone.
I talked about music and poetry and how I feel about it... I really have covered a lot throughout this blogs life-span so far. What was your favourite moments, favourite articles, favourite poems, favourite things I said? Let me know :)
Lets also talk about the music I have posted... every post. The music I have posted has almost defined my life during that time. When you look back at depressing times... the songs are either really uplifting or really depressing. When you look at happy times the songs are usually really mellow and calm and collecting. When you look at mellow times, the songs were a bit more dramatic on both sides of the spectrum. I'm looking back at each post as I am writing this actually... looking through each one... its really inspiring for me to see how much I have changed and at the same time how similar I have been for years now.
And how about me asking others to compliment... did anyone actually take on that task and do it? I did, every day even if it was something stupid. It happened, and that's something I can say for sure. Let me know if you complimented someone as well!
And here we are... the end of the ride. The end... the beginning of the end. The end of the beginning is more like it :) This post marks a new kind of blog, a new kind of Tony pouring his heart and soul into these posts that are meaningless to most.. but somehow it keeps me coming back for more. That's something I can't explain, and something I need to discover. In spirit of trying to discover, I will keep writing, I must keep writing. My heart must still beat, I beat it for you.
Hold on, It's not where it goes, It's where it can lead you to...
Hold on, It's not where it goes, It's where it can lead you to...
Hold on, It's not where it goes, It's where it can lead you to...
Today's post...death...among other things. Depressing? I prefer to remain optimistic about death. Here is what I think about it.
Before I say what I think about it... what do you think about it? When you die, what happens? Do you live in a spiritual realm (heaven, hell, Wisconsin, whatever you want to call it), are you reincarnated into another animal, a tree, another human with its memory wiped with no prior knowledge from the previous life? Maybe we all just rot in the ground... in a state of literal no feeling.
No feeling.. humans are always feeling. If you are wearing clothes, the contact that the clothes are making with your skin providing a feeling, its just that we are so used to it that we feel it, but mostly in our sub-conscience... imagine no feeling at all. Thinking is a feeling... what would that be like? It's hard to imagine...
What about being reincarnated into whatever form... human or non-human. Is that really possible? Is science getting in the way of this.. we can't completely rule it out. We don't know what energy exactly is... what if human's are just energy? Remember energy cannot be created nor destroyed only transferred into different forms. If that holds true, and if humans are just a big lump of energy (I know that we require energy, so why would we be energy... just go with it :P) then when we die our energy would not be lost, only transferred into a different form. I'm just rambling, thinking out loud... but that's what this blog is about.
When I think about death... I personally think about me having been reincarnated from something or someone and that I cannot recall or identify what that was. Now I know what you're thinking, Tony you're a moron, a nincompoop... but this is what I think. If you have been a constant reader of this blog, you know that from the post named "stitched in this skin" that I feel like I have been trapped in this body, or that I don't belong, that I don't fit. My body doesn't fit the sub conscience Tony that is inside me...I can't help wondering about the possibility of me being someone else in the past. That's just me personally.
So I can't really feel bad about death in the end, not even really scared... only limited. Our time is so short, and there is so much unknown in death. To me, its like the first breathe you take and the clock just starts ticking.
Ok, lets get out of that. Might be depressing for some, so lets talk about something a little bit lighter eh?
So for those who know about this... Washington is 3 weeks away tomorrow! Going to be such a sick trip with my buds, its going to be hilarious. Anyone else who is reading this and going, you know what I mean... I know people will probably like the New York trip more... But I always wanted to go to Washington... such an interesting city.
Also, I'm going to Disney World in Florida like 2 days after I come back from Washington! I'm truly blessed this year... and even with the heartbreaks, the letdowns, the leafs and jets not making the playoffs... I think this will help me take my mind off things.. something I clearly need. My mind is a hurricane 90% of the time... the last 10% im sleeping.
Who wants to go to Alaska? Always been my dream.
I want to skydive as well. In fact, that's how I want to go out if you know what I mean... dying. I want to have my life end on my own terms... It's a long story, if you want to know more, ask me!
Now... the biggest issue with me recently has been my timing. You don't even know, it has been so bad as of late. I go on Facebook, see someone on chat, literally click on their name and they go offline.... that has happened every single day this week and most of last week. Just ridiculous. Not just Facebook chat either. In real life too, this has happened. See someone down the hallway, want to talk to them, as I stand up, haven't even taken a step, they stand up and walk away. Many other examples, but I won't bore you. Maybe I already have though.
Another thing... I saw this on the news. Apparently the world is running out of helium. Very important to many things on earth, including us. But we are running out... why? Balloons is a big reason, not even joking. Weird. So stop making helium balloons and just use air and hang them from the ceiling... basically the same thing.
And last thing I will talk about because I know this one is random as hell... Prom. Yup, Prom. It's coming up fast. Very fast. Lo and behold, a decision needs to be made. Am I going to go? If I go, will I have a date. If I go, will I even try to dance? That would be a disaster lol, oh well. You have to make fun of yourself to have fun with others. That's what I find, you need to learn to laugh at yourself. I make a fool out of myself constantly with my friends, and I have a good time.
Last thing I swear... Poetry.
Recently I have been hit with what some call writers block. Me, I call this an evolution. I have been trying to write poetry and I have had some success in creating some that I am satisfied with... Not going to lie I end up tearing up 9/10 of my poems because even if others might think its good, im not satisfied with them. It doesn't represent Tony, who I am, what I stand for, what I love. I have been stuck for weeks on end now, nothing I have been writing has been making any progress at all... so here I was... trying to write poetry right... and then I realized... that I was trying to write poetry... you know what I'm saying? Then I just started writing... not even really thinking... just going with what was on my mind, what theme was portrayed in my thoughts, or even the song that I was listening to. And though the results have been not as great as I thought they would be... I can honestly say that I am satisfied with most of them, regardless of how they turn out. A lot of these ideas don't make sense until I stop trying to make sense of it and just let it sink it, then it hits me. Will I start posting more poetry on this blog? Will the experiment be continued? Well... as of right now I have no intention of doing that, I'm just sharing these with friends and people I can trust... not that I can't trust you if I know you and you are reading this... but its the internet... anyone could read it. The ones I posted before I just posted and experimented and I saw what happened. Now its different though... I guess in the future Ill come to a decision. For now, it's not a pressing matter.
That's it for today... sorry for the randomness :P
Song of the day is by Linkin Park, off their album Minutes to Midnight. Did you hear that their new single is coming out on the 16th? I'm freaking pumped, new album this summer WOOO! Anyways, here is In Between by Linkin Park
Thank you all for reading another blog on Tony's Cold Day in the Sun!
Compliments, remember em.
Ciao
Today, I'm going to be talking about music. Yea I know, music again; this time it's slightly different though. Music that paints a picture.
Have you ever listened to music, maybe before you go to sleep like I do, and your eyes are closed... and depending on the song you picture certain settings, images, colours, even certain people in your life? I might be crazy, actually that's probably more likely than a lot of things I say on this blog. but It happens to me.... every song I listen to (the music i prefer anyways, play Friday by Rebecca Black and I will get migraines) does this to me.
Especially during moments when you are simply thinking for no real reason... you know what I'm talking about? Those moments where you just lay down, eyes closed or unfocused, completely unaware of your surroundings, just thinking about everything and anything... for me this happens for hours on end, something I'm not proud of... it keeps my self-esteem caged in, unable to flourish. I look out my window on weekends if it is a clear night, until like 3 am some nights... not even looking at anything in particular just looking at the night sky that has been shrouded by the city lights... seeing the few stars that can still shine so bright... actually most of those stars are probably dead already. We are seeing those stars as they were tens of thousands of years ago, since space is so vast it takes that much time for light to travel and reach us. There is a good chance that they are dead... anyways back on topic. I just look, and think, about life, about my past, my friends, my family, those who I have lost along the way. Those I live for, those I would die for, those who make an impact on me even with the simplest gesture or a simple conversation. I think about my future, where I'm going, what I'm doing, who I have to leave behind, who I will miss, those I won't miss.. everything, really everything.
When this is happening, I either have complete silence or I have music playing... this is when the pictures start to form, when the scenes, the images, the colours start to come in on their own without me even knowing about it. The music paints these scenes for me, and depending on the song they vary in scope and scale drastically. For example, when I listen to In the End by Linkin Park, I picture a desert, with a small source of water slowly drying up and there is nothing it can do to escape the brutality. Or maybe a song you might be more familiar with, Everlong by the Foo Fighters... When I listen to that song I picture a distant star, a distant planet, a distant sun, a distant moon. I could go on for thousands of words about what other songs make me picture... one more actually. Colours, some songs are associated with colour in my mind. Some songs make me picture darkness, the colour black, a midnight blue colour. Others make me picture white, blinding light. Others are yellow. Others are blue...
Anyways, what I am trying to get at here is just a thought of mine. Music is just poetry in motion. I think that it is astounding how music can bring together certain senses. Hearing, Vision, some songs even have a "rough" feel or a smooth flowing feel.. my music does this for me. Every song is a unique experience, not only in sound but in sight and in feel. It's incredible... I can only hope that the music you listen to does this for you. If you can't tell music is my life and that may be the reason why it's so connected to me and my senses... maybe this is more common than I think though and I am just a bumbling idiot... always a possibility.
That was today's idea... I think I am starting to overcome this writers block that I have recently contracted. Maybe the writers block was a sign to stop the blog... that it's over... that the well is all dried up... the snow has melted and with it my drive. Shit... I guess I will let you all know whats going on with it. For now, enjoy some posts. I have ideas and I'm not going to stop the blog until all of my ideas are done... maybe time is running out... the first breathe in and the clock started ticking.
Song of the day is by Shinedown off their brand new album Amaryllis , also the song name.
Fantastic album and a great song, Highly recommend that you listen to it. I'm also posting Bully by Shinedown also off Amaryllis, another great song.
That is it for today... I hope it made sense.
Thanks for reading. The number of people reading this has dropped dramatically, maybe another sign to stop it. I don't know, there is a lot of irons in the fire so to speak, I need to wait and work things out. Maybe freshen up the look? Yeah, Ill do that right now actually. New background for now, maybe a new layout... maybe some songs that I have played myself... footage is crap but I guess we will let the viewer decide. Soon... Soon
So for today's blog I am going to briefly talk about this whole KONY thing, I'm sure you know about it but on this blog you can read my opinion and take on this situation. Also going to talk about something pretty cool in my opinion, Mass Effect 3. Going to also talk about Halo 4, and Halo in general. After all of my nerdy video game talk, I will conclude with something more general that has been bugging me for the past couple of months. I am talking about something that might have been in a previous post but hasn't flown away completely from my mind yet; that being
So, KONY 2012. You have probably heard about it, maybe even watched the video. I think it's inspiring, but I have heard many opinions from both sides of the argument, one being it is real and the other being it is a scam. Personally, I think it's real. Why? Well it looks like a tremendous amount of work for a lie right? Plus even if the exact situation is not real, I still support it because it's not like Kony is the only person doing this around the world. There is plenty of injustice, especially with things like recruiting children into an army or just child labour in general, and everyone knows how fast this has spread. To me, it's a good indicator of what kind of power the internet has, think about it. Almost everyone in 1st world countries, industrialized nations in particular, know about this now. It has gained worldwide steam. Ask any middle class North American, higher class, even some lower class, and they will know exactly what you are talking about. And it all started with this you tube video and this internet movement. That's just insane! The fact that this many people have taken notice and are caring and taking action about this, on the internet, shows exceptional potential in my eyes. Sure, you might now be able to prove that it is real or fake, but what we can all get out of this is that the internet has power, and that we can choose to use this power for good. I mean, why not right? Whether you support KONY 2012 or are tired hearing about it, I think we all stumbled upon something magnificent. I do support KONY 2012 though, and yes I will be out April 20th putting up posters. Because even if there is a slim chance of this whole thing being 100% true and honest, we should all support it. Then there is the government approach to all of this. I have heard numerous times from many different people that they think this is a government scheme to get full control over Uganda. There is facts for this, and probably some truth in the government wanting control, but to me I cant see this being real. In the video, they clearly bash on the government, why would the government false advertise themselves? Reverse psychology perhaps? Possible, but to me I can't see it being real. It's funny because I just watched a segment on T.V (CNN) about this, as I am typing. The NOT FOR PROFIT ORGANIZATION Invisible Children stated that they did manipulate some statistics, but they did it in order to make it easier to understand and watch. Also, they do admit that the Ugandan military is also very cruel, and that they also have done some cruel things. They also admitted that Joseph Kony's LRA has slowed in recent months, but in large it is due to their work. Now I know you can't believe everything that you see on T.V or the internet, but I can't see this being all a scam or phony at all. My opinion of course, everyone is entitled to theirs.
O-K. Video Game time! I don't think I have talked about games in my blog before, and if I have it was brief. "Brevity is the soul of wit" - Polonius (Hamlet). Haha love that quote, that play in general was just awesome. It kind of goes against this blog in a sense, the posts always turn out being much too long. But no matter, I have a lot to say, and therefore the blog posts are usually long. Something I will work on for sure, maybe more frequent updates but shorter posts? Ah, way off topic. MC gets side tracked easily. Mass Effect 3. What a series Mass Effect turned out to be. Every decision in every game makes a huge impact on the direction of the game and story, and each games major decisions are imported into the next game, and then the major decisions from the first game and the second game are imported into the third game... Imagine all of the different possibilities? To me, that's one of the best parts about Mass Effect; you actually feel like you have crafted the game yourself... something special imo. Also, to me and many other gamers out there, Mass Effect feels like today's generation of Star Wars. The depth and soul in the Mass Effect universe is gargantuan... ridiculous... amazing. And it holds a special place in my teenage years for sure. Halo 4... everyone has probably heard of Halo. Me and my friends grew up with Halo, and seeing Halo 4 for us is a dream come true. We love Master Chief and Cortana, and I really hope that the Arbiter is in there as well, hes my favourite character hands down ever since Halo 2 when they introduced him. Halo 4 they are going in depth to the character of the Chief, and it's also a different development studio as well. It will be interesting to see where it ends up
Ok, Video Game talk is done. Different I know, I might do more of it in future blogs.
Lastly, I am going to talk about Poetry Poetry: I think that poetry is one of the best forms of expression, next to music and art(photos and videos included). I cant rank all 3 in a position, because to me it depends on the situation. But Poetry is unique, in the sense that you are trying to say something in a way that... hmm... this is the beauty of Poetry, I cant even explain it 3/4 of the time. And when I write it I don't know why, how, or what I am doing. It just kind of happens, and to me that is the best thing. Me and Poetry have been good friends since about grade 7. I may not be the best poet, or even a good one at that, but it brings peace in me. When im done writing a poem that I am satisfied with, I feel pure.... like all the care in the world is gone, and... I just achieve harmony. It's only for a short period of time of course, but that makes it all worth it. Poetry is just the experience of trying to find the right words and phrases to describe those feelings that you just can't explain. It's trying to strum the heart strings, and make music. It's the thoughts that breathe, and the words that scream. It's a painting that attempts to speak. To me, this is all awesome. Which is why I am doing that acoustic poetry thing at school tomorrow, to try and speak. If you don't try, you can't succeed. I guess we all thought that, one way or another.
I am done. I hope you enjoyed it :)
Song of the day is going to be by, you guessed it, Linkin Park. Can't get enough of this band. Here it is.
Linkin Park: "When They Come for Me" off their album A Thousand Suns
Everyone have a great day! Changes coming soon to this monster.
Ciao
What am I thinking... this experiment has gotten out of control. This feeling... is becoming more and more visible. I am starting to understand why I am doing this... and why I must achieve some sort of result... some sort of fucking conclusion to this idea this... epiphany; this love for what can and cannot be achieved. This... seemingly unquenchable desire for life to have meaning again. After all, life without love is a shadow, a haunting... presence, regret, and sorrow. A shadow that derived from no object, no person, is a life without love. A shadow without an owner. This is why I Beat my Heart for you.
The thought stops the beating
It stops even breathing
But yet my heart beats
I beat it for you
The nights start the dreaming
No longer believing
A chance of receding
My heart won't stop bleeding
But still my heart beats
I beat it for you
The sad brings the meaning
The sea shows the screening
The plague is succeeding
The heart should stop beating
Yet still my heart beats
I beat it for you
Your grace keeps me here
Your smile makes the pain disappear
Your voice keeps a breath near
Your eyes make it all so clear
My heart must still beat
I beat it for you
And all the pain I have endured
Is but a token for my undying words
My life, my love, to this I hold true
Forever and Always, I beat my heart for you
I have realized that one should not love because they need, they should need because they love. A result has been made... at last. Though not the direct result I was looking for, I have achieved a personal result... an understanding of sorts.
The wind blows out the candle, and fans the bonfire.
i feel closer to my results, yet even further away. the inevitable will occur, there is nothing i can do to stop it, only embrace it. is the end near, or is it just the beginning... will she ever see, will i ever see. this thing, this fucking emotion i cannot get a hold of, has a hold of me. there's a reason why i cannot control it, for one cannot control its master. i am but a grain of rice in this bowl, ready to be devoured, worthless... meaningless, i must find meaning... love is controlling isn't it
One Winged Angels
Close they flew along the green oceans tide
Leaving an imprint that continues to rise
Watching a world unfurl with grace
One winged angels, face to face
Rising up, shedding the glory of light
Beginning the day, ending the night
Whispering leaves sound the breath of peace
As all other aspects of life do cease
Sentimental as the stars and skies above
Two one-winged angels fell into an everlasting love
The clouds silver
linings do part way
As the aurora
creates a regal display
While these two lovers do embrace
One-winged angels face to face
Holding one another to make one wing two
High above the ocean these lovers flew
maybe she will never know, maybe this experiment has gotten out of hand, but i must keep trying, results must be made, i must find meaning
lately i have been thinking too much... more than i normally do... this is what i essentially come up with, this thing, this.... fucking feeling i cannot get across, that i cant reach, that i cant understand... sitting just out of the reach, beckoning me, alluring oh it is... but i must keep trying, this experiment will have results... but i guess we all thought that, one way or another
