okay, i'm on like three sites that deal with blogging, but i never know what to put into these damn blogs...like, i usually put all my writing and stuff, but people get bored of that easily...

 

so, if anyone has any interesting ideas as to what can go on in a blog...shoot

 

thanx a bunch, in advance

<3

Love. The one thing the people in my life seem to forget.

Maybe it's their lack of knowledge, or maybe it's me.

I don't understand it though; I'm nice, friendly, I listen and I help.

Why me?

Why does it seem like everybody takes their anger out on me?

What did I do to deserve this? I honestly have no idea.

If in some way, I did do something, it would be nice if people told me,

Instead of just seeking the poisonous pleasure of sweet revenge.

For the moment, confinement between my flourescent walls is my haven.

It pains me to know that one step away can bring me to tears.

The same tears that hide from others.

Full of emotion and confusion that I'm sure will explode with time.

How much is uncertain.

For the last little while, with no one to rely on, I share my life with a pen and paper;

Paper shows no emotion, no love.

But, then again, it's no different from the people I know around me, or at least i though I knew.

The one thing I want to accomplish in life is to find someone who truly understands me, inside and out.

Someone who understands that my life isn't a sweet cup of tea.

Someone who I can trust with ease.

Someone who will share the pain of my past.

Someone who will love me as an equal.

The same someone who will be my friend, family, teacher, student, adviser;

my everything all at once.

Someone who will appreciate my idividuality and quietness, my creativity and mind. Someone who is comfortable to be themself, and allows me to be me;

To believe what I want, to think how I want to be who I was, is and forever will be.

To find this person, it might take a lifetime, or no time at all.

I have no idea who it is, or where they may be.

All I know, is that there is someone.

Somewhere.

The one thing about keeping to yourself, is that no one knows what's on in the inside, the true you.

They assume it's life through rose-coloured glasses.

What they don't know is that if they care enough, enough to remove the glasses, they find the tears that longed so much to escape.

The tears that were kept on the inside.

Not only can they see them, but the fact that they cared enought to remove the glasses, helps them to feel them.

Now, the question is,

Do you care?

This is just a few things that I've written under inspiration, they're very amaturish...but let me know what you think, please...

 

Dandelion
Alone, in a park, a single dandelion grows.
Back and forth, it dances in the wind;
Happily.
It says to itself, "No one can beat this!"
But reality strikes:
The wind becomes a storm,
Tearing and breaking and killing the flower.
The seeds from the dandelion fly away,
Leaving forever.
No more dancing, no more sun.
The flower is no longer a flower,
no longer beautiful.
It is a wilted disease, a horrifying thought.
The seeds should be glad to have broken free.
But are they?
Months later, the seeds realize
That they are never able to leave their past;
As they grow, they become that dandelion
That they once left;
Beautiful and dancing, breaking free from the storm.



Chains
Bound by my wrists, I'll never be free,
Falling to the ground, knee by knee.
Giving up slowly, my hope hard to keep,
Trying to hold back, I silently weep.

Bound by my mind, I'll never forget,
Torture and cruelty, the tears that I've wept.
With happiness gone, the anger's now fed,
Life, time and blood, I've constantly shed.

Bound by my heart, I'll never be warm,
With coldness and bitterness, you've conjured a storm.
Binding me from myself, and obscuring my learning,
These chains hold on tight, and stay continously burning.


Shredded
My mind, taken apart into tiny pieces,
Each and every one of them engraved with your name.
My body, fighting itself into enemies,
Warmth and joy, their primary weapons.
My heart, shattered into millions of glass shards,
Ripping through me, leaving frozen tears only your love could melt.
And in my mind, taken apart into tiny pieces,
Remains your name, upon each and every shredded piece.



Drowning in Treasures
An angry sea of precious jewels.
Water as green as emeralds.
Waves, aggrivated as if by anger.
The waves, running to catch up.
Tripping on each other then gaining stability.
Losing their breath,they stop.
Energy builds, strength grows.
They approach, faster and faster.
They keep coming and going.
Until, finally, I give up.
They swallow me whole.
Taking me to where they sleep.
Taking me to where their dirty deeds are done.
Taking me to where everything is everything and nothing is nothing.
I struggle to escape, but don't succeed.
Water too thick, hopes too thin.
Further and further, the waves pull me down.
Darkness overwhelms me, I no longer see myself.
Mysterious creatures take over me, I no longer think for myself.
One last fight, a battle I can't win.
I am no longer who I was or who I would like to be.
But I am one with the sea.
One of the many jewels in the angry sea.
One day, someday, I will rise throught the thickness and into the light.
And what once was an angry sea of precious jewels,
Will become a puddle of worthless pebbles.



Night
The night is still.
It is quiet...
It is calm...

Yet, still much is happening.

Many children lay awake,
Fearing the darkness the night brings.
Those who do not fear,
Are awake in their lively dreams.
Those who do not sleep,
Are out hunting,
For a reason to fear,
To fear this beauty.

A round glowing orb,
Hangs lazily in the night sky.
Conquering the dark.
She sheds her light for all to see,
For all to fear,
For all to sleep.

The night is peaceful.
It is silent...
It is dark...

Until.

This beauty is shattered,
By it's brother, Apollo.
Who overthrows night with day.



Promising Confusion
Everything is perfect, everything is right,
The day is beautiful from day until night.
I longed for you secretly, I wanted you bad,
You soon found that out and God was I glad.
The love from your smile, the warmth from your kiss,
SOme of the things I am surely to miss.
You made me feel happy, and took away my fear,
You made all the cover that bound me disappear.
No longer present or future, instead in the past,
You made sure that this feeling did not last.
Something happened, you said that you'd try,
Somehow I know, it was all just a lie.
The hugs and the kisses, the things that you said,
I let myself give in, they went straight to my head.
I tried to forget it, believe it wasn't true,
But I knew it was, as you were no longer you.
You tried once again, another one of my 'no's,
You know I'm not ready, and that's how it goes.
Is that why you left, why you chose not to stay?
Because I said 'no', because you didn't get your way?
Maybe we could get off, at a new start,
But remember, it's not what you do, it's what's in the heart.
Life could be better, I believe this, I do,
You'll get what you long for, and this I promise you.



Past, Present & Future
Then...
You made me feel safe,
true,
warm,
happy,
and loved.

You helped me to be myself,
to listen,
to learn,
to laugh,
and to love.

You showed me truth,
myself,
hope,
strength,
and love.

You gave me wisdom,
power,
confidence,
yourself,
and love.

Now...

You make me feel insecure,
fake,
cold,
sad,
and not loved.

You stop me from being myself,
from listening,
from learning,
from laughing,
and from loving.

You blind me from truth,
myself,
hope,
strenth,
and love.

You take away my wisdom,
my power,
my confidence,
yourself,
and love.

From now on...

You'll never make me feel anything,
but everything.
You'll never help me,
but stop me.
You'll never show me,
but blind me.
You'll never give,
but you will always take my heart.



Blanket
Like a child to her blanket, you were to me,
my safety, my warmth, my friend.
I held you close and never let go,
to have that familiar scent with me at all times.
I placed you in every moment of life,
each thread a memory shared.
I washed away your stains, over and over,
but you never stayed clean.
I would lose you,
and you again became tainted.
I loved you all the same,
all torn and marked.
I made the best of it,
but you began to break away.
Trying was all i could do,
but you didn't seem to do the same.
You continued to tear and stain,
up until the time i gave up.
Thinking back, i smile at the times,
the times where i held you close and never let go.
Like a child to her blanket,
things change.
I still love my blanket, as i still love sweet,
but back then, only the blanket had empty spaces.