(the world spins madly on)

31 October 2007 @ 06:09 pm

Don’t think I do not feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.

Just because I do not cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep inside the misery
of words not to be spoken.

Sometimes I smile, or crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone insane.

Each time I chance to think of you,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I feel is mine alone.
you will not see my thunder.

- Brenda Penepent

I can change like colours on a wall

26 October 2007 @ 02:07 pm

As the sun shines through and pushes away, and pushes ahead it fills the warmth of blue and leaves a chill instead...and i didn't know that I could be so blind to all that is so real, and as illusioned eyes i see there is so much to be revealed.

I can change like colours on a wall

16 October 2007 @ 03:22 pm

you say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
there's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
and there's no promises of peace or of happiness
well is this why you cling to every little thing
and polverize and derrange all your senses?
maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along,
until the very ending

2 hopes no one else will find what lies beneath it all | I can change like colours on a wall

07 September 2007 @ 02:33 pm

If you'd ask me how I'm doing, I'd say just fine but the truth is if you could read my mind, not a day goes by that I don't think of you.

What else is there to say? I don't think I've ever felt a worse pain in my whole life.

I can change like colours on a wall

01 September 2007 @ 12:32 pm

There's a cold feeling in my heart today,
Such sadness that feels like it won't go away.
I wish some people knew just what it's like
To have someone you love take their life.

How does it feel? People never ask,
Well you'd know if you just look behind the mask.
But it's too uncomfortable to step outisde yourself,
To ask how I really am, & if I need some help.

It's okay, I get it, you'd rather just be,
Trapped within your own lives, but can't you even see?
People need you, to comfort & care,
So why is it, that when they need you most, you are not there?

Maybe I'm angry because I'm still grieving,
Can you get that? You don't just get over someone leaving.
So don't give me a timeframe for something like this,
It's my Uncle, he's gone, it's him who I miss.

Don't run through the day to get all your work done,
Regretting you never got time to care for your loved one.
I'll live with that guilt everyday,
Wondering why, I couldn't make you stay.

I can change like colours on a wall

31 August 2007 @ 03:19 pm

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So many memories in there, I know they won't fade - it just feels empty.

2 hopes no one else will find what lies beneath it all | I can change like colours on a wall

29 August 2007 @ 05:31 pm

it's true

Life runs quickly through spread fingers and trickles over the sands of time...

Always remember when you get older, take the time to visit/call someone you care about, never be too busy for them because we turn back to look for one last time......

.........and they are gone.

I can change like colours on a wall

27 August 2007 @ 11:16 pm

You walked one road to set you free, did you find you've gone the wrong direction?

2 hopes no one else will find what lies beneath it all | I can change like colours on a wall

25 August 2007 @ 07:12 pm

Sometimes we don't know our own strength. It can be hard to tell just how much weight you can safely bear, or how much will crush you. I'd like to think you can shoulder as big a burden as you believe you can, that it's all a matter of will. Certainly a comforting thought...Other times it's hard to remember you had any strength at all. Then you can only hope to have someone to remind you that you were once fierce and able.

I can change like colours on a wall

16 August 2007 @ 11:16 am

How do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad to make you make the call, that having no life at all is better than the life that you had? How do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go, & how do you get that lonely, & nobody know...

I can change like colours on a wall