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here is some stuff i wrote...
original works inspired by movies and life
all I ever wanted was you
but you came
and the very essence of you became all that I have learned to hate
i learned to love
but a lesson on a deaf ear,
is like a rose in an empty garden…
you can pick it
and it will die
or you can leave it to die alone
what is worse?
a life unlived?
or a masterpiece overgrown?
growth is only growing
if you are moving up and out…
knowledge is only knowing
that you have to figure out…
the pain inside will keep you alive
and as long as its too much to bear…
you will bear it all the same.
only now it knows a new name
it is now a mask you wear to hide,
a callus for the vain.
Original works inspired by movies and life pt.II
I was wrong when I said being alive is as good as it gets
Being alive is all that it can get
How good can that be?
Quality is in the eye of the beholder
But,
What if the beholder’s is not a quality eye?
Looking through a broken glass merely produces broken images
Whereas a crystal is exactly that. Clear.
Beholding eyes leads to deceptive lies
You can only see what you are seeing
And
You only miss what is never to be seen
I was wrong when I said being alive is as good as it gets
As good as it gets is not good at all
Good is relative
Relation is relative
I was wrong
can i use your name in a song?
Can I use your name in a song?
As long as its beautiful fiction.
The story has already written itself
The verses sang their part
The only part I havent figured out
Is why your harmony doesn’t fit
can I use your face in a dream?
As long as its abstracted by fiction
The vision is always there
But seeing and believing are opposite
The dream is of you, but in no other way
Than the fact that your beauty inspires it
das geshichte mein leb (story of my life)
My stomach disagreed with a choice I made today
Indigestion wouldn’t begin to describe it
And the porcelain ate the last traces of food
My heart bled with a knife I stuck today
Flesh wounds wouldn’t begin to describe it
And the newly re-gapped bridge ate the last of a relationship
Yours was the heart that I was aiming to win
But I lost it, quite rapidly, to strangers
An impass is our locale
death of a memory
remembering is forever
that nobody is dying.
they are dead,
memories are like death.
death is the end.
you die.
it happens.
but it is not happening
and you are dead.
dead.
alauraborealis
The day is sad
When, the sound of a closing door could mean heartbreak,
Heartache
Its all the same isnt it?
Motionless emotion?
I know where I’m going
And yet it all seems so unclear
The road is paved…
But I’m digging a new one with fear
Uncertainties, yes
That is certain
But whats one misplaced emotion,
When so many others know just where to fall?
And here we are again
original works inspired by movies and life
all I ever wanted was you
but you came
and the very essence of you became all that I have learned to hate
i learned to love
but a lesson on a deaf ear,
is like a rose in an empty garden…
you can pick it
and it will die
or you can leave it to die alone
what is worse?
a life unlived?
or a masterpiece overgrown?
growth is only growing
if you are moving up and out…
knowledge is only knowing
that you have to figure out…
the pain inside will keep you alive
and as long as its too much to bear…
you will bear it all the same.
only now it knows a new name
it is now a mask you wear to hide,
a callus for the vain.
Original works inspired by movies and life pt.II
I was wrong when I said being alive is as good as it gets
Being alive is all that it can get
How good can that be?
Quality is in the eye of the beholder
But,
What if the beholder’s is not a quality eye?
Looking through a broken glass merely produces broken images
Whereas a crystal is exactly that. Clear.
Beholding eyes leads to deceptive lies
You can only see what you are seeing
And
You only miss what is never to be seen
I was wrong when I said being alive is as good as it gets
As good as it gets is not good at all
Good is relative
Relation is relative
I was wrong
can i use your name in a song?
Can I use your name in a song?
As long as its beautiful fiction.
The story has already written itself
The verses sang their part
The only part I havent figured out
Is why your harmony doesn’t fit
can I use your face in a dream?
As long as its abstracted by fiction
The vision is always there
But seeing and believing are opposite
The dream is of you, but in no other way
Than the fact that your beauty inspires it
das geshichte mein leb (story of my life)
My stomach disagreed with a choice I made today
Indigestion wouldn’t begin to describe it
And the porcelain ate the last traces of food
My heart bled with a knife I stuck today
Flesh wounds wouldn’t begin to describe it
And the newly re-gapped bridge ate the last of a relationship
Yours was the heart that I was aiming to win
But I lost it, quite rapidly, to strangers
An impass is our locale
death of a memory
remembering is forever
that nobody is dying.
they are dead,
memories are like death.
death is the end.
you die.
it happens.
but it is not happening
and you are dead.
dead.
alauraborealis
The day is sad
When, the sound of a closing door could mean heartbreak,
Heartache
Its all the same isnt it?
Motionless emotion?
I know where I’m going
And yet it all seems so unclear
The road is paved…
But I’m digging a new one with fear
Uncertainties, yes
That is certain
But whats one misplaced emotion,
When so many others know just where to fall?
And here we are again