mummy, hang up the phone please.

where do i go now?
the hapless little girl, with witty remarks is lost.
next to half eaten donuts and wearing last seasons cloths, she feels resent.
alone and cold, yet warm and welcomed.
feeling only empty hate and then knowing only true love.
love in all kinds.
where does she go now.
im still lost.

Old man who stay behind, do not inflame the young with words of war. The ruin that you risk should be your own, not theirs.
Young men beware; to make you fight they first must make you fear then, out of that mould hate.
Take arms when all else fails, but mark you this: before the battle's joined, remember what is it to see friends bleed. In battle's midst, remember peace is both behind you and ahead. Once battle's won, remember how is it that wars begin.
Kings and captains, you who order war, know that your people, left alone, would choose to eat not fight, would choose to love not hate, would choose to sleep not die.
Take care what you say to turn them to your will. Tell them that you fight for God, not gain, and know your enemy is saying the same.
You who read this, pray for me. I have heard blind fury roar and sow the seeds of future war and I have wept as heroes died.

believe me when I say this. My battle has only begun.

irreperable psychological damage, pls.

you're a simple disappointment.
i can't believe my misfortune.
the sour apple, the crack in the pavement.
i rather walk backwards than take a step with you.
for you, or about you.
you're the story i wish i didn't know.
however burned into my system, i cant forget you.
i try and i try but there's no way for me to.
you won't let me.
like a creation of myself.
you're a part of me and i hate it.
the worst, the unworthy.
the stem i wish could break.
you're nothing to me.
the fruit of my mistakes.
i hope you never succeed.
along with the people you call your friends.
no good rotten scum.
i hope you never succeed.
you do not deserve it.
some daughter you turned out to be.

it doesnt matter if we're alone

chain reaction.
full realisation in an unsaid moment.
pavement to floorboards, the world seems clear when in your presence.
the stars shine brighter yet are out outshone.
the sun's warmth radiates yet does not compare.
suade or carpet, my feet hits the floor to step towards the one that gives me the path to walk upon.
moonlight touches skin that touches mine.
i will be here.
to brave the rain and the waves of freedom that tears us both.
for freedom lasts in the arms of the one who's arms are longing for mine.
and the arms that will catch your fall, whenever you call.
i have seen the world, and the evils it can bear.
the force of darkness and despair.
i have met the king and the queen of hearts combined.
i have walked a narrow path of unexpected treachery.
and found solice in your heart.
peace in your touch.
where chills and spills reign most high.
the trees bow down to winds of change.
and land will move to waters of strength.
but hearts will remain.
strong and true, they stand their place in the one who claims it for their own.
the heart that gives truly and whole.
the heart that holds the generosity to give even more than it can.
hearts that hold love and care.
the world seeks to find a heart so true and pure.
and to you.
though little and insignificant.
with all conviction and pride in the choice made.
in freedom and in love.
i give you mine.

procrastination works for me

Its simple really.

How everything never fits. And its just so simple.

Its so simple how nothing is ever simple.

So we just accept it.

you've got to stand up and lift the world.

make that change.

weighing up my options.

and i feel.
as if we can.
we can make a dream from nothing else we have.
and still we wait, alone and still.
for moments left unnoticed to, but thrill.
a distant cry.
a lone free will.
a sudden burst of tragedy inside this lost mind.
and forever dawned, i dreamed for you alone.
never realising how distant we have felt.
though i know.
i can see.
the real interpretation of how life's supposed to be.
the waking in the evening of a life that's gone to waist.
of never leaving sides of people that are gone without a trace.
we feel as if the world is ending, never looking back.
we find our feet beneath the surface on a damp and desert path.
the river sticks is cold and wasteful, always looking bleak.
searching for a person who's soul isn't too weak.
and alone we wait and find.
our home is not too far.
through distance and travel, we have discovered our own hearts.
and no matter how long it takes us.
we will find the time.
to organize our thoughts in sequence so it's easier to find.
our way.
back home.
to the place we were before.
to the gateway to another world.
a lost forgotten door.
the tickets have been limited.
and entry's at a price.
but even if we lose our way, one thing will suffice.
its called.
love.