FingersCrossed
I didn’t ask for the obvious situation, neither did I ask for our differences in personalities.
I asked for a better reason for your sorry excuse.
November 2009
39 posts
You say the reason is myself.
You say you haven’t done anything wrong.
But honestly, haven’t you had enough?
Enough of this bullshit, enough of this lying, enough of this scheming?
Haven’t you ever thought of your outlook, in my eyes?
Have you seen the way you treated me?
Have you seen your ways in my eyes?
Have you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed that change?
The change that splits your face in half?
The change that rips your soul apart?
The change that leaves a jagged outline on the edges of your heart?
Did I hurt your soul?
Did I steal your money?
Did I throw my sins upon your already burdened shoulders?
Did I put you in a life-threatening situation and never gave you a helping hand?
What the fuck have I done?
I’d like a proper, more reasonable answer.
I’ve spent the last few weeks, searching, cleansing, looking of your goddamn answer to this pathetic problem.
Don’t feed me bullshit with your sorry excuse.
Because it’s not me, it’s you.
The Facets
Life is not complicated.
You are complicated.
Want less and you will have less to accomplish.
Want more and be prepared to struggle for it.
The Long & the Short
You can change your mind in an instant.
Changing a heart, however, will take a lifetime.
The Way
You asked for directions. I lied and gave you the wrong ones.
The best time to find yourself is when you’re lost.
The Bin
It’s easy to have everything you want but nothing you need.
Learn to tell the difference.
The Done
You can’t change what you’ve done. What you can do now and in the future is another story entirely.
Worry less. Do more.
“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice
Is also great
And would suffice.” —Robert Frost.
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice
Is also great
And would suffice.” —Robert Frost.
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The World We Share
The world at the bottom of a glass.
We all view it as hazy, cloudy, foggy, gauzy. Because we don’t know what we want. We never know what we want. We are constantly moving about like atomic particles, searching for the path of light, another direction, a turn of the wheel.
It’s the only world we all share, because we’re all the same. In complete darkness, we are all the same. It is only our knowledge and wisdom that separates us.
Don’t let your eyes decieve you.
The Black Depths
You lose yourself in the black, trying to find someone, anyone who really gets you.
What you don’t know, is that you’ve already found them. Stop looking. Start finding.
The Cut and the Paste
Other people will edit your whole life. They’ll take what you say and keep the bits they like and throw away the rest.
Don’t edit yourself. Let other people do it for you.
The Repeat
That song you keep playing is nothing but a photograph you look at with your ears.
