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Showing posts with label escaping reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label escaping reality. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Today

Stress consumed me today. It  seemed like everything and everyone some how worked their way onto my nerves. 
I wish at times to get away from it all. If I have to fix my car one last time I swear its going off of a cliff! My car has slowly drained my bank account! 
I don't know what's going on in this head of mine but I'm looking for an escape. I honestly feel like a ball of tears waiting to pour out one drop at a time. But I have to hold it together, because it's just me. No one to pick up the pieces that may crumble to the floor at any second. 
Suck it up , Cry it out and Go! 
Just wish I had more help at times. Genuine help. Help with out stipulations. 
So now I'll go to sleep and wake up to a new day... 

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Hold my hand

Lets hold hands and never let go
Lets love every second of every moment and never let go
Hold my hand
Let's day dream together and realize it's our reality
Two kids in the park with no worries
Escaping ...
Let's play house I'll set up the kitchen
You hang the pots
Hold my hand
And when it gets too hard
Hold my hand
Let's love each other more then our hearts can bare
And give beyond what our souls can share
Hold my hand boy
And bring me back
Tell me you feel the same
And act
Act on that feeling
Let's be a love song
So appealing
Be my valentine sweet candy heart
Hold my hand
and Love me harder , stronger , deeper
Walk away .. Walk away boy
Thinkin Damn... She's a Keeper

Monday, July 4, 2011

In the Deep

Start. Emotionless, senseless actions,
Thoughtless effortless . Fatal attraction
Blind to what the end would bring
But it was just the start
Twisted wound up
Coiling into a hollow abyss
Touching nocturnal authorities
As it poured and it poured
Bringing us to ... Reaching limitless heights
External quivers , eclectic shivers. Internal Fights
Battling phycological qualms
Sensing spastic calms
In the deep we are
Deeper ... never far

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

She's Never been loved

Seeing the world through dirty brown eyes,
Been told a shit load of lies,
She's never been loved,

Beauty resting upon her face,
The goal, the prize of the mens master race,
She's never been loved,

Her body, the silloette her image was pure,
Their lust, their want dripping from tongues was sure,
She's never been loved,

She opened up every single time thinking it was...
Thinking love lived beneath thick skins and and twisted minds,
She's never been loved,

They wouldn't let her go, she was hypnotic ,
With a pinch of psychotic,
She's never been loved,

Her lov'n, her sex,
Magic,
She's never been loved

But she loved,
She loved with all of her heart,
From every start,
The way she wanted to be loved,
The way her daddy should've loved,
The image always a reflection in her life,
Worn on her sleeve,
Because for her to believe,
That in the end happiness lied,
It truly lied,

Happiness needed to live within.. Her
It needed to seep through her own pores,
She needed to live breath and speak happiness,
That walk that swayed , should sway her true identity,
A wisp of sweet serenity ,

Love never loved her,
It picked a chose not to love her,
It skipped along the sidewalk of lust,
Internal trust,
And twirled her hair around it's fingers,
A honey dew smell that lingers,
Never staying,
Always praying of change,
Beyond the God given range,
Belonging and longing for,
More!

Never satisfied,
Empty,
Never complacent,
Moving,
Never Peace,
Chaotic,
Never Love,
Hate

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Will it Change


I've got to read this book again.
I want to see if the feeling and interpretation I had when I was 15 will be the same at 23 years old. I've got to get back into my books, they took me to a different world, a world away from my own. If it be living it through someone's eyes or through mine own. Point being. I was able to escape. I would stay up til 5 a.m not wanting to put down the book and face reality.
I think that was a common theme through out my earlier days. Escaping reality..
I was able to live Winters Life without the consequences. Which then turned into a handbook a guideline for my life. I wanted what she had. The beauty that attracted more then the regular , the money to do what I wanted , the clothes that set me apart, the dad who provided that sense of protection regardless of his moral judgments. I wanted that world minus the consequence.