What Lives in Me
Misled troves on Sunday morning fly away, I sing as I was the wind, And burn like the fire. Trembled cold ice lives in my heart, Racing are my words. They twine together as one, But live together as two. Roses that are gray, And a ocean no longer blue, The daze continues. A bridge not to be crossed, And a church not to be kneeled in. Once at peace, Resting for eternal bounds Will then I...
Knowing you have a baby brother and a serious medical condition is just the tip of the iceberg. Is it ironic that today is the wettest day in October? Am I supposed to feel happy, sad, confused, upset, angry or altogether depressed?
The Wall Inside
The wall is there because you want it to be there. It stops you because you want it to. When you’re ready, it’ll fade away. And reveal the dreams beyond.
You tried your best. There is nothing more you could’ve done. This makes you a shining example of humanity, no matter the outcome. The world knows this. Your children will know this. You need to know it too.
The Autumn in their Eyes
You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn’t happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest. You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect. You are here. Right here.
Everything in the past is memory, and everything in the future is imagination....
I never met you but I knew all your secrets. You’d spill them late at night across the wires, across the earth, from one continent to another. I don’t know what you sounded like but I knew what you’d say. And I didn’t even know what you looked like. But I knew how you felt. We trust in strangers the most.
The Last Night...
That last night we spent together, when we both knew it was over, and you called me that name that only you had for me, that sound more than a name that you’d never say in front of anyone else; I’m sorry I turned away and cried and asked you why you called me that. I didn’t mean ever, I didn’t mean I’d always hated the name, I meant that name meant so much to me,...
The Colours Run
Because you’re looking for a date, not love. Because you’re more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart.
My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart’s...– Green Day.
erikanize: Michael Jackson - This Is It
The Spilling of Colours
You spill yourself in red, blue, green, white, silver, forgetting which colour is your own. They’re all your own. You’re not losing yourself. You’re finding yourself in others.
There’s you and then there’s your soul. You soul does what what your heart and the universe wants. It drags you along. All you really do, is provide commentary along the way.
The Remembrance of Light
Soft earth outside, water, grass and flowers, trees above that, clouds, sky and sun, stars all the way to forever and you somewhere in the middle, remembering me where I fell. So I’ll smile when I die, no matter what they do to me. I did all I could and nothing less. Over my dead body.
I think it’s gonna be on a weekly basis from now on, these tears. There is no way in hell I am ever going to heal so fast.
THIS IS IT!!!
The whole world's gone "Off The Wall"
This is going completely off record on my usual posts, but I feel the need to let this out just to object on some matters. There’s this whole controversy going in the airwaves about some Australian skit with this whole “blackface” thing that went on live air and offended the guest judge Harry Connick Jr, who is American. Now, I am an Australian, proud and true. Born and raised....
The Pictures We Make
You think you know what you want. You have a picture in your head. A pleasant noise in the background. But what you’re really looking at, is a stepping stone. A point in a time. Because once that picture becomes real, you can see new things. A new picture emerges. A new point. Just a little bit further away. And so you find yourself wanting this new, better picture. There is nothing...
The Sky Will Leave Us
Now you all travel in shells, one per a shell because you can’t trust anyone. Belching thick, black smoke, too far and too shielded to be seen or recognised as human so you treat each other as aliens while those who can’t afford shells stand in a mechanical tide, washing in and out in time to red and green lights. Beggars on a black beach. Look what you’ve done to my air.
The Time of Time
If winning is getting up one more time than you fall down. If strength is more than muscle. If time teaches us patience. And knowledge gives us grace. Then we will go forward. Remembering the past. But never yearning for it. There is so much more to look forward to.
The People We Are
You are negligable. You are critical. You are poor. You are rich. You are angry. You are sad. You are ok. You are great. You are. You are. You are. You are whoever you think you are. Who do you think you are?
The Bend in the Road
You’re unsure of what the next step is. Do you carry on down the same path or find a new one? What do you really want? No one knows what they really want. We listen to the voice inside our head that tells us what we want but often, it’s wrong. We shouldn’t be listening to the voice. We should be listening to the silence.
I’ve been spending the past few weeks listening to music from the 80’s. So it’s been making me feel a little disconnected with everything else; they all seem to be living in today’s world. Which is why I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t belong here. I don’t belong in this time, doing things from this time. I just don’t seem to connect well with...
Today, I heard that Mountain Dew lowers your sperm...
There is no need to escape. To break the chains. To storm the gates. To pick the locks. To kill the guards. You are already free. You just need to realise it.
Get up. Go to the mirror. Looks yourself in the eye. And tell yourself how beautiful you are. How confident you are. How filled with love you are. How possible everything is. How wonderful the world will be today. Because it is. And you are. Do this aloud. Do this everyday.
The Truth Behind Glass Mountains
This isn’t torture. Torture happens in small, dark rooms in countries with names you struggle to spell. This is just mildly unpleasant. This isn’t heroism. Heroism happens in churches that are also schools, performed by teachers with no names and no place to stay. This is just a good deed for the day. This isn’t loss. Loss happens on fields filled with poppies, in hospitals...
Untie yourself. Get rid of the knots. Forgive your father. Forgive your mother. Forgive your brothers. Forgive your sisters. Forgive your children. Forgive your lover. Forgive your teachers. Forgive your heroes. Forgive a late ride. Forgive cold food. Forgive working late. Forgive being 5 cents short. Forgive those who have wronged you. Forgive those who will wrong you. The last knot is always...
The Village It Was
We’re a city of aliens. Pretending to be people we’re not until we’re comfortable enough with each other to be who we are. So only you know who I am.
The Scratches that Made Me
You buy things and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and chains. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you don’t care about them anymore. You don’t keep them in a special pocket. You throw them in the bag...
Janet Jackson - Make Me