Young Love Slain

Inner anguish,
External pain,
Heartbreaking sorrow,
Knows no gain,
Unfair choices,
Send me insane,
I cause tears,
Too real to feign,
What do I do?
Do I call again?
Or should I let this lie?
Young love slain…

Utter Confusion

Lad after lad breaks their feelings to you,
Your head spins everywhere in an instant,
You have no idea what to do,
You don't want to hurt anyone...

They are all crazy about you,
It's easy to see why,
But some have messed with you before,
What gives them the right to ask for a second chance?

Your head is everywhere except where it should be,
It is no where near as clear as it should be,
All you want is somebody to love,
Somebody that won't treat you like they hate you...

You don't deserve to be treated that way,
That's what's causing all this confusion,
You're wondering will any of these lads treat you the way you should be,
Or will they just be like everyone else...

Using you before leaving you...
You're in a state of utter confusion...

So Much for the End

So much for the end my friend,
You have convinced me to keep on going,
So much for the end my friend,
It is only the beginning...

You have convinced me to keep going,
Saying I have a magnificent gift,
So I'll happily keep going while knowing,
That by doing so, I can give you a lift...

I face a long hard battle however,
In trying to drag and pull more emotions,
From the depths of my heart and soul,
And poetifying them for your salvation...

But for you my friend, it is a fight worth fighting...
Just so you will continue smiling,
But you shall only be reading about joy from now on,
As on the inside I am no longer dying...

Well, so much for the end my friend,
You have convinced me to keep on going,
So much for the end my friend,
Afterall, the end is only the beginning...

Those Three Words

Why is it you find it so hard,
To respond to me?
Why is it you can't say,
The words that I speak to you?
Those three words are all I want to hear,
But you say you will only say them,
If you're sure you mean them...

Yet you utter those three words,
So frequently to others that doubts start creeping,
I wonder why you don't say them to me,
When I have said them to you,
I wonder if I have done something wrong,
And now I fear repeating those three words,
In case I insult you so much it drives us apart...

Those three words are meant to show love...
Not to break hearts...

The Friend's Role

Watching from the sidelines is tough,
Listening never seems to be enough,
But these are situations where characters are made,
Friends can only do so much until someone is buried,
In the end it all comes down to one thing,
The person themselves doing the talking,
As bottling things up never achieves anything,
The heart needs to flow through the art of speaking...

When the loved one eventually dies,
The relations themselves are the ones who cry,
That is when the friends need to be there,
To talk and listen, to stroke their hair,
Friends can only show that they are willing,
To sit down and do all the listening,
Then the person doesn't feel pushed,
To let everything come out all rushed...

The friend's role is always a tough one...
Because sometimes you feel you are helping no one...
But you must believe that you are doing a world of good...
As it does much more than bottling things up ever could...

Story of Life

The story of this life is death,
Of that one final forced breath,
Parting from you was such sweet sorrow,
I wish we had kissed like there was no tomorrow...

You are that one blinding light,
That shines through the blackness of the night,
But now that you have left this life,
That light has been replaced by darkness and strife...

It is hard to continue living,
When you are no longer breathing,
Life itself no longer has meaning,
Not seeing your face is believing...

It is horrible feeling like this,
Why didn't we share one last kiss,
I am hollow and dead inside,
Our lives were meant to peacefully coincide...

Not to split apart and divide...

Questions of Life

The last few days I have asked questions,
Questions of life,
Questions of love,
Questions of when,
And questions of why...

These questions cannot be answered,
Because life has no readymade answer,
Life is an ever-evolving thing,
Never ceasing, always changing,
And this is something that has only struck me,
Now that I need answers to life's unanswerable questions...

At times when life seems so rewarding,
It takes from you everything,
At times when life seems so perfect,
It beats you back down again,
And puts you in your place...

This is when the questions are thrown about,
This is when the doubts come out,
This is where the quitters are separated from the winners,
This is where you ask the question few people ever ask,
The question of yourself...

Can you do it?

Whenever things start to go wrong,
Just always bear in mind,
That for every low you have in life,
There is always a high that will follow it,
And that is what makes the high so special,
Knowing that you've come through hell to savour it...

The Galaxy's Light

The galaxy's light is amazing,
Hours I used spend lazing,
Looking at the stars in the sky,
Reaching out, climbing high,
Just wishing to be significant,
Like those stars that are so magnificent...

I yearn for that precious ability,
To stand myself up and see,
That life isn't so hard afterall,
Friends are always there, give them a call,
Family are always there too,
But still I don't know what to do...

All I know is that life is a constant fight...
And the galaxy is the light...
But I continue to fight in the shade...
Right beside where the Big Man was laid...

The galaxy's light begins to fade...
This is the stuff that nightmares are made...

Procrastination

Procrastination is a villain,
That needs to be defeated,
Or else it can make life so much more difficult,
And it could end up being conceded...

Putting it off, putting it off,
Is the worst thing you could do,
But it must be kept in mind that it is so easy,
When there's so many things distracting you...

It needs to be done right now.
But others' distractions make it difficult,
You ask me how to tell you how,
I don't know, for me it's just as difficult...

I am one of those things,
That provides an unwelcome distraction,
I prevent you from doing your work,
Causing procrastination...

For this I am terribly sorry,
I don't want you to fail,
But it is your everlasting beauty,
That I simply wish to hail...

Because of me you get nothing done,
Anger swells inside of you,
I didn't mean it, I'm sorry,
But you're just as responsible too...

You should have kept away from me,
Then your work would have been completed,
But we were both at each other,
Procrastination hasn't been defeated...

We can always try again tomorrow...
Hopefully procrastination won't cause more sorrow...

Waiting

I have never known such joy,
I'm as happy as I'll ever be,
But now the insecurities appear,
I fear losing you...

You insist I have nothing to worry about,
You say you're as happy as I am,
But now I find myself waiting,
For the fall that follows every high...

I tell myself to just enjoy this time,
To enjoy every moment in your arms,
But it's so hard to do that,
When I expect the worst to just suddenly happen...

My face shows no tears,
But on the inside it's flooded,
Hours and hours are spent dreading,
Hearing those words that will end my joy...

Still I sit waiting...
Waiting for the inevitable...

Why Can't I?

Why can't I shed a single tear?
Why can't I cry for those near and dear?
Why can't I express my inner emotions?
Why can't I make tears that will form oceans?
Why can't I cry when someone dies?
Why can't I cry while looking to the skies?
Why couldn't I cry at the Big Man's funeral?
Am I heartless or just plain cruel?
Why can't I cry knowing everything will end in heartbreak?
Why can't I cry knowing everything in life is fake?

Why is it that I can't cry?
Is all this pent up emotion just a lie?

Parting

My forced departure reduces me to weeping,
We sleep miles apart instead of cuddling,
I'm forced to swap the peacefulness of the country,
For the busy and smoky inner city,
I'm forced to swap the warmth of your arms,
For the coldness of loneliness and shrilling alarms...

In the morning, we cuddled until the afternoon,
In the evening, we were separated far too soon,
The calling of home can't be ignored any longer,
But by the day my love of the country grows ever stronger,
It feels so much more like my home now,
In your eyes are where my heart belongs now...

They are brown and brown is for beauty,
In my mind it is my duty,
To be by your side, never-sleeping,
Ever awake, waiting, watching,
Ever awake, always protecting,
While you sleep on, never suspecting...

But the bustling city calls me home,
Miles away from you, where I'm all alone,
From home I cannot fulfil my duty,
From home I can't gaze upon and protect your beauty,
The train sits in the station waiting,
We hold each other tightly, all the time fretting...

We know now that parting really is sweet sorrow...
So let us kiss now like there's no tomorrow...

Years Gone By/Youthful Innocence

The years are rolling quickly by,
Nostalgia creeps and makes me cry,
Memories of carefree days long gone,
Erase the present day and what's gone wrong,
Living in the past is becoming a habit,
I forget the present and literally just sit,
Spending hours at any one time,
Thinking about the youth that was once mine...

The present day is good for some things,
Like my wonderful girlfriend and all the socialising,
But with that comes a heavy reliance on myself,
To work hard and play hard, to not be shelved,
This is why the years gone come back to me,
The magic of youthful innocence I can finally see,
Other adolescents crave for independence,
I'm the opposite, I need others independence...

As within myself, there is no confidence...
Just a yearning for youthful innocence.

Oblivion

He fights a fight inside,
A fight that always makes him cry,
Why did his dad die?
Why is his life perched so high,
That falling constantly drives him to lie...

He sees only one answer to everything,
He drinks himself into oblivion,
He recognises the battle that faces him,
But he won't begin to fight it,
Choosing instead to run away from it...

He makes countless false promises,
Saying he will get off the drink,
Yet this is almost always followed,
By him drinking so much,
That he goes home bloody and unable to stand...

He is a really close friend of mine,
Which is why seeing him like this,
Is absolutely heartbreaking,
As one day something will happen,
And he will drink himself so much into oblivion...

That oblivion will swallow him whole...
And there will be no turning back...

Nothing Matters Anymore

When walking home from a wonderful night out,
I feel there is no fight in me, no will to shout,
The steps I take are slow and deliberate,
Judgments are made, no one is considerate,
People see me and think I'm drowning in oblivion,
My head is only down because reality is sinking in,
Inside I feel all hollow and empty,
It feels as if everything has overcome me,
I feel like I've finally been defeated,
I feel as if life's battle has finally been conceded...

I'm told there are plenty more fish in the sea,
But for me, in Galway lies the catch of the century,
I had her, I lost her,
Her life will now be so much better,
As she'll go off and find another,
And with him she'll be so much happier,
Which is the only thing I really want,
Even if the dreams that she continues to haunt,
Are filled with never-to-be things,
Like bright white dresses and wedding rings...

Yet now I am overcome with a feeling...
That there's no point in concealing...

Nothing in life matters anymore...
Nothing in life can replace what's gone before...

No Sympathy

I tell the same story over and over again...
Every telling just brings with it more pain...

But I don't want anyone's sympathy,
I am interested in no one's pity,
As it changes absolutely nothing,
It can't change the one thing,
That separates us altogether,
That splits us forever and ever...

Inside, I feel terribly hollow,
This is a bitter pill to swallow,
Split by distance, not by hate,
We shouldn't have met this fate,
A month is too short a time,
For years and years you should've been mine...

This choice was made against our will,
Ever reversing it looks like nil,
The rain that night matched my mood,
After watching you leave I began to brood,
I remember the brief good times that we shared,
I remember the feelings for each other that were bared...

And I know that we never should've ended this way,
Trying to get over you sends me into dismay,
But still I don't want anyone's sympathy,
I am interested in no one's pity,
Because for mercy, life makes no room,
It just leaves you with an impending sense of doom...

Making it a struggle for you to move on...
Because you've lost the joy of life's song...

Galway Girl

Hey Galway girl,
You are my perfect pearl,
Who shines so bright,
That you dim all other light...

Hey Galway girl,
With your hair with a slight curl,
You send me absolutely crazy,
You make my memory go all hazy...

Hey Galway girl,
Will your plan really unfurl?
Your wandering hand won't win,
You'll be the first to commit the sin...

Hey Galway girl,
Give me a wee twirl,
So your elegance can shine,
And I can brag about how you are mine...

Hey Galway girl,
You are better than all the other girls,
As you and I had that magical kiss,
The moment of which I greatly miss...

The thought of which sends me into bliss...

Did You Mean it?

Did you mean it?
Don't lie to me...
I would prefer honesty...

Did you mean it?
I thought our friendship was strong...
Clearly I thought wrong...

Did you mean it?
An unbreakable bond is gone...
Our trust is no longer ever long...

Did you mean it?
I really hope you can see...
The tremendous pain you're causing me...

Did you mean it?
I really hope it was worth it...
I hope you enjoy your bit...

Did you mean it?
I want you to answer the question truthfully...
At least do me that courtesy...

Did you mean it?

Darkness is Coming Again

On the horizon of my life,
I can see darkness gathering again,
Another loved one of someone close to me,
Is slowly but painfully surely,
Heading towards its eye...

The loved one is so old and frail,
Her still living could be called cruel,
Her eventual death will bring relief aswell as pain,
But that won't make the pain any easier to take,
More tears will be shed, just like before...

Sisters bonded by blood and love,
Try desperately to defend their beloved grandmother,
But once the darkness begins to stir,
The outcome is inevitable,
Death is unavoidable...

For one sister, this death could bring emancipation,
From the shackles that threaten to ruin her life,
But given the choice, she would gladly remain shackled,
If her grandmother could remain alive,
But the darkness doesn't do such deals...

It just sets its eye on someone...
And that someone becomes no one...

Fridays

On this day alcohol flows like rivers,
Generations long gone get the shivers,
It is the end to a very long week,
It provides the reprieve that people need,
Allowing for midweek woes to be forgotten,
Amidst booze ups that seem to be rotten,
The time is seemingly well spent,
Getting drunk and saying things not really meant...

Woes are forgotten in many different ways...
All in all, there are no days like Fridays...

Sometimes they can be good,
Just like all Fridays should,
But sometimes they can be bad,
As alcohol can make people pretty sad,
And depending on how they go,
The week's worries do not show,
Or they could make an appearance and get worse,
Causing temperaments to burst...

Woes are dealt with in many different ways...
All in all, they are no days like Fridays...