It should've been me,
Never you,
It should've been me,
You acted the fool,
It should've been me,
How could you?
It should've been me,
Who followed right through...
Why walk away
Using violence?
Why walk away
In forced silence?
Why walk away
In utter ignorance?
Why walk away?
Where was the defiance?
You were left hanging,
By your own fears,
You were left hanging,
Bringing many tears,
You were left hanging,
Without consulting your peers,
You were left hanging,
By uncertainty so severe...
It robbed you of your heart...
It robbed you of your sanity...
Your life was blown apart...
And you were left hanging...
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Showing posts with label eleventh Bebo page. Show all posts
Thursday, May 15, 2008
You've Gone Insane
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You expect us to go
As if we didn’t know,
You expect us to live
As if we had it to give,
You expect us to lie
Up until the day we die…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You want us to try
Even though you’ll just cry,
You want us to kiss
Even though we don’t want this,
You want us to share
Something that we cannot bare…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
If you want, keep on hopin’
But your eyes should really open,
You thought we had love
But it wasn’t close enough,
Now we’ve blown apart,
We can’t go back to the start…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You expect us to go
As if we didn’t know,
You expect us to live
As if we had it to give,
You expect us to lie
Up until the day we die…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You want us to try
Even though you’ll just cry,
You want us to kiss
Even though we don’t want this,
You want us to share
Something that we cannot bare…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
If you want, keep on hopin’
But your eyes should really open,
You thought we had love
But it wasn’t close enough,
Now we’ve blown apart,
We can’t go back to the start…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane,
You’ve gone insane in the membrane…
Monday, May 12, 2008
Want-to-be-Bride
Now he feels the need to hide
From the wench, the want-to-be bride,
Her loving feelings are not shared,
His true feelings need to be bared,
She wants to wear the fabled white dress,
He just wants another woman to caress,
She shows him her feelings in song after song,
Their dead relationship she tries to prolong,
She sits and waits for a diamond ring,
He sits and wonders for a way to ease the sting,
A sudden end is no ones friend,
A sudden end she can’t comprehend,
He thinks and thinks about how to walk,
He sits her down for the final talk…
Still he feels the need to hide…
From the wench, the want-to-be bride…
From the wench, the want-to-be bride,
Her loving feelings are not shared,
His true feelings need to be bared,
She wants to wear the fabled white dress,
He just wants another woman to caress,
She shows him her feelings in song after song,
Their dead relationship she tries to prolong,
She sits and waits for a diamond ring,
He sits and wonders for a way to ease the sting,
A sudden end is no ones friend,
A sudden end she can’t comprehend,
He thinks and thinks about how to walk,
He sits her down for the final talk…
Still he feels the need to hide…
From the wench, the want-to-be bride…
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Walk Away
Demands are met,
Ground rules are set;
It's all the same,
This roundabout game;
Fighting continues,
Hearts worn from abuse;
The tears fall daily -
You don't scream "Save me!";
Time for a decision
But fear fogs your vision...
Relinquish the past
Doomed not to last;
Walk away from this habit
Or live to regret it.
Ground rules are set;
It's all the same,
This roundabout game;
Fighting continues,
Hearts worn from abuse;
The tears fall daily -
You don't scream "Save me!";
Time for a decision
But fear fogs your vision...
Relinquish the past
Doomed not to last;
Walk away from this habit
Or live to regret it.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Waiting for Your Eyes to Open
You open your eyes,
Bringing a smile to mine,
Nothing’s as it seems,
This is all a dream,
The body lies still,
I feel a terrible chill,
I know you won’t move again,
But I hope it’s only a matter of when…
This is permanence,
Yet my ignorance
Forces me to hope your eyes open,
My ignorance is in thinking when,
In ignoring the reality,
In ignoring your own brutality,
I’m happier in ignorance,
I’m happier in believing there’s a chance…
Still I wait for your eyes to open…
Still I lie awake at night and keep on hoping…
Bringing a smile to mine,
Nothing’s as it seems,
This is all a dream,
The body lies still,
I feel a terrible chill,
I know you won’t move again,
But I hope it’s only a matter of when…
This is permanence,
Yet my ignorance
Forces me to hope your eyes open,
My ignorance is in thinking when,
In ignoring the reality,
In ignoring your own brutality,
I’m happier in ignorance,
I’m happier in believing there’s a chance…
Still I wait for your eyes to open…
Still I lie awake at night and keep on hoping…
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Tortured Bassist
So much energy I’ve never seen in a man
Who plays the holding role of the bass,
He has the destructive power to take over the world,
But with that power comes a flipside
In the form of a self-destructiveness that puts the fear of God into me…
His lyrics are filled with emotional cries for help,
With screams of torment and agony,
The power he generates could be mistaken
As an act to play up to the crowd,
But this is no act…
Every lyric is real…
Every movement is rage filled…
Every flicker of his eyes shows his soul's torture…
Who plays the holding role of the bass,
He has the destructive power to take over the world,
But with that power comes a flipside
In the form of a self-destructiveness that puts the fear of God into me…
His lyrics are filled with emotional cries for help,
With screams of torment and agony,
The power he generates could be mistaken
As an act to play up to the crowd,
But this is no act…
Every lyric is real…
Every movement is rage filled…
Every flicker of his eyes shows his soul's torture…
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The Cycle
Death on the doorstep again,
Life breeds death,
Death breeds grief,
Grief brings tears,
Tears bring sadness…
Friends go through what
I went through all those years ago,
The shock, the pain,
The heartbreak, the recovery,
The wait, then…
The process starts again,
A never ending cycle of loss,
And we all live knowing full well
That one day we will add to it,
Another statistic amongst lost millions…
Part of a never ending, grief inducing cycle…
Life breeds death,
Death breeds grief,
Grief brings tears,
Tears bring sadness…
Friends go through what
I went through all those years ago,
The shock, the pain,
The heartbreak, the recovery,
The wait, then…
The process starts again,
A never ending cycle of loss,
And we all live knowing full well
That one day we will add to it,
Another statistic amongst lost millions…
Part of a never ending, grief inducing cycle…
Monday, May 5, 2008
Someone's Soul is Sinister
Someone’s soul is sinister…
Lies spread like disease…
Someone is trying to play me for a fool
By using words to manipulate circumstance,
The past has fragmented the present,
Old anger and tears are still causing damage,
They say they’ve let go,
But still they snidely abuse each other,
On the surface, conveying pure hatred,
Underneath, expressing desire to go back
To times when they were happy,
Eyes don’t lie,
Hers still glow bright on any mention of his name
Before becoming darker in an attempt to revert
To her front of detestation,
His interests are only in moving on and around,
Never flailing, always abusing,
Constantly getting what he wants
Before using someone else…
Someone’s soul is sinister…
Lies spread like disease…
Lies spread like disease…
Someone is trying to play me for a fool
By using words to manipulate circumstance,
The past has fragmented the present,
Old anger and tears are still causing damage,
They say they’ve let go,
But still they snidely abuse each other,
On the surface, conveying pure hatred,
Underneath, expressing desire to go back
To times when they were happy,
Eyes don’t lie,
Hers still glow bright on any mention of his name
Before becoming darker in an attempt to revert
To her front of detestation,
His interests are only in moving on and around,
Never flailing, always abusing,
Constantly getting what he wants
Before using someone else…
Someone’s soul is sinister…
Lies spread like disease…
Sunday, May 4, 2008
So Be It
Where is life without love?
Will I find someone to hold again?
Or am I destined to jump from person to person,
Thinking everytime they are the one,
When in fact I'm just confusing my own feelings?
Everyone I pass looks so appealing,
But I know no feelings exist there,
Yet that doesn't stop me lusting
After people I know I shouldn't be going after,
Desperation has its stranglehold over me...
Dizzying temptations occupy my brain,
My personality is becoming exactly its opposite,
Now I want to do anything and everything,
My innocence has shed its skin,
Revealing the shadow that has lived inside for so long...
Lust has affected my vision,
I see only the surface, not beneath,
I see only the physical, not the personal,
I see only what I want to see,
Not what I should be looking for...
Who they are doesn't matter,
What they are is all I care about,
This change is not what I wanted,
But we can't help who we become,
If this is what I'm meant to be...
So be it...
Will I find someone to hold again?
Or am I destined to jump from person to person,
Thinking everytime they are the one,
When in fact I'm just confusing my own feelings?
Everyone I pass looks so appealing,
But I know no feelings exist there,
Yet that doesn't stop me lusting
After people I know I shouldn't be going after,
Desperation has its stranglehold over me...
Dizzying temptations occupy my brain,
My personality is becoming exactly its opposite,
Now I want to do anything and everything,
My innocence has shed its skin,
Revealing the shadow that has lived inside for so long...
Lust has affected my vision,
I see only the surface, not beneath,
I see only the physical, not the personal,
I see only what I want to see,
Not what I should be looking for...
Who they are doesn't matter,
What they are is all I care about,
This change is not what I wanted,
But we can't help who we become,
If this is what I'm meant to be...
So be it...
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Should I?
A face as happy as the sun,
Could you be the one?
Eyes as bright as the stars,
Could eternal love be ours?
Movements as graceful as a dolphin’s,
Is this where my new life begins?
Darkness once impenetrable is clearing,
Is something wonderful nearing?
A joy grows that hasn’t in a long time,
Are you the one who makes my soul shine?
My writing becomes like it was before,
Can you make me write like this some more?
Making you mine is all that’s left to do,
Tell me, should I make my move on you?
Could you be the one?
Eyes as bright as the stars,
Could eternal love be ours?
Movements as graceful as a dolphin’s,
Is this where my new life begins?
Darkness once impenetrable is clearing,
Is something wonderful nearing?
A joy grows that hasn’t in a long time,
Are you the one who makes my soul shine?
My writing becomes like it was before,
Can you make me write like this some more?
Making you mine is all that’s left to do,
Tell me, should I make my move on you?
Friday, May 2, 2008
One of Them
I’m a human being,
Subject to the same temptations
Of all human beings,
Subject to the same weaknesses,
The same heartlessness
That engulfs all men…
I’m a fool who’s lulled
By a false sense of security,
A false sense of one being immune
To the weaknesses of men,
Only to find out I’m not at all,
I’m just as shallow as the rest…
Horrid desires and images
Flash through my mind like lightening,
Each more vulgar than the last,
Yet equally as tempting,
What am I becoming?
I’ve been lost amongst the same neediness…
That engulfs all weak men…
I’m one of them now…
Subject to the same temptations
Of all human beings,
Subject to the same weaknesses,
The same heartlessness
That engulfs all men…
I’m a fool who’s lulled
By a false sense of security,
A false sense of one being immune
To the weaknesses of men,
Only to find out I’m not at all,
I’m just as shallow as the rest…
Horrid desires and images
Flash through my mind like lightening,
Each more vulgar than the last,
Yet equally as tempting,
What am I becoming?
I’ve been lost amongst the same neediness…
That engulfs all weak men…
I’m one of them now…
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Men and Women
A man never realises he loves her,
He’s forever blinded by sexual desire,
A man never penetrates the heart of stone,
He’s forever hidden behind masculine bones,
A man never opens up to his partner,
He forever sees her only as a lover,
A man never knows how to respond to eyes,
He forever responds by telling lies…
A woman knows when she loves him,
She forever knows, even when things look dim,
A woman will always try to express herself,
She forever tries to find inner self,
A woman always opens up to her partner,
She forever tries to hold it all together,
A woman recognises deceit in a man’s eyes,
She forever knows when he’s telling her lies…
A man forever lies and lies…
Even though a woman can always see it in his eyes…
(Bebo page eleven's only representation comes in the form of Men and Women - I know, I'm a laugh riot - because it highlights my own inability to see men as anything other than deceitful fools, even though I am a man, and have seen and experienced examples of it being otherwise).
He’s forever blinded by sexual desire,
A man never penetrates the heart of stone,
He’s forever hidden behind masculine bones,
A man never opens up to his partner,
He forever sees her only as a lover,
A man never knows how to respond to eyes,
He forever responds by telling lies…
A woman knows when she loves him,
She forever knows, even when things look dim,
A woman will always try to express herself,
She forever tries to find inner self,
A woman always opens up to her partner,
She forever tries to hold it all together,
A woman recognises deceit in a man’s eyes,
She forever knows when he’s telling her lies…
A man forever lies and lies…
Even though a woman can always see it in his eyes…
(Bebo page eleven's only representation comes in the form of Men and Women - I know, I'm a laugh riot - because it highlights my own inability to see men as anything other than deceitful fools, even though I am a man, and have seen and experienced examples of it being otherwise).
Mission
I can’t keep up with what I’ve got,
Life is filled with too much waste,
There’s not enough to go on for,
My soul is no longer chaste,
Lies fly all around me,
They come most from my own lips,
When friends lie straight to my face,
I want to crush them with my fingertips,
Years go by in the click of my fingers,
Everything is moving too fast,
Things get older, people change,
I don’t know how much longer I can last…
Maturity is beyond my childish grasp,
I can’t keep up with everyone else,
It should all come together now,
Instead, in the distance a bell knells,
Shards of ruined relationships cut my feet,
The pain rises and strikes my heart,
Everywhere I step, more shards appear,
Piece by piece, my life’s falling apart,
The end is near, there’s no turning back,
Past mistakes will follow me to the light,
I will go while they think highly of me,
I will exit at my greatest height…
Moving beyond will be an easy transition…
But first comes the difficulty of the mission…
Life is filled with too much waste,
There’s not enough to go on for,
My soul is no longer chaste,
Lies fly all around me,
They come most from my own lips,
When friends lie straight to my face,
I want to crush them with my fingertips,
Years go by in the click of my fingers,
Everything is moving too fast,
Things get older, people change,
I don’t know how much longer I can last…
Maturity is beyond my childish grasp,
I can’t keep up with everyone else,
It should all come together now,
Instead, in the distance a bell knells,
Shards of ruined relationships cut my feet,
The pain rises and strikes my heart,
Everywhere I step, more shards appear,
Piece by piece, my life’s falling apart,
The end is near, there’s no turning back,
Past mistakes will follow me to the light,
I will go while they think highly of me,
I will exit at my greatest height…
Moving beyond will be an easy transition…
But first comes the difficulty of the mission…
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Makes No Sense
Silence, blown apart, deathly noises,
Violence, chaos, loud voices,
Defiance, disorder, bad choices,
Alliance, uniform destruction, rejoices…
Death, sudden, blood everywhere,
Breath, sharp, lost, no care,
Depth, too far, who dares?
Meth, crystal, temptingly unfair…
Screams, fear, spreading,
Dreams, wishing, dreading,
Seams, falling apart, heading,
Deems, the end, coming…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Violence, chaos, loud voices,
Defiance, disorder, bad choices,
Alliance, uniform destruction, rejoices…
Death, sudden, blood everywhere,
Breath, sharp, lost, no care,
Depth, too far, who dares?
Meth, crystal, temptingly unfair…
Screams, fear, spreading,
Dreams, wishing, dreading,
Seams, falling apart, heading,
Deems, the end, coming…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Makes no sense…
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
My Fiction is the Truth
You say to me you can't write fiction,
You seem to admire my diction,
You assume everything I write isn't true,
You think everything I've written is all on cue,
The truth is, nothing I write is fake,
Although, it sometimes is a matter of give or take,
What I write is all based on the truth,
Sometimes it can all be a bit uncouth,
But it would be how I'd truly feel,
The love and the hate is all real,
The highs and lows come straight from the heart,
The end of it all will come, it will all fall apart,
This is all true, this is all true,
I don't write fiction, just like you...
You seem to admire my diction,
You assume everything I write isn't true,
You think everything I've written is all on cue,
The truth is, nothing I write is fake,
Although, it sometimes is a matter of give or take,
What I write is all based on the truth,
Sometimes it can all be a bit uncouth,
But it would be how I'd truly feel,
The love and the hate is all real,
The highs and lows come straight from the heart,
The end of it all will come, it will all fall apart,
This is all true, this is all true,
I don't write fiction, just like you...
Love is Futile
A mistake in life can haunt you to the grave,
A mistake in life can drive you to the grave,
Succumbing to temptation can end it all,
Succumbing to temptation can make the pieces fall,
Lust is often confused with love,
Lust is not love, it's never enough,
Time apart is said to make the heart grow fonder,
Time apart just makes the hatred grow stronger,
Mistakes in love are never forgotten,
Mistakes in love brings revenge so rotten,
That something temporary becomes perennial,
That something temporary becomes perpetual...
Mistakes can bring a life so futile..
Mistakes can force people to a trial...
In the end, we all live in denial...
In the end, love itself is futile...
A mistake in life can drive you to the grave,
Succumbing to temptation can end it all,
Succumbing to temptation can make the pieces fall,
Lust is often confused with love,
Lust is not love, it's never enough,
Time apart is said to make the heart grow fonder,
Time apart just makes the hatred grow stronger,
Mistakes in love are never forgotten,
Mistakes in love brings revenge so rotten,
That something temporary becomes perennial,
That something temporary becomes perpetual...
Mistakes can bring a life so futile..
Mistakes can force people to a trial...
In the end, we all live in denial...
In the end, love itself is futile...
Saturday, April 26, 2008
I'll Try Again
I hate sitting on this bus,
Constantly thinking about us,
I hate knowing we never had our chance,
Especially after our memorable dance,
Old feelings are buried now,
And still I wonder to myself how?
How did they suddenly disappear?
Did they get lost amongst my fear?
Who knows? I don't,
Live in the past? I won't,
I'll live in the now and search some more
For the feelings I bared when it was you I adored...
Five years ago is long enough...
But I'll try again to fall in love...
Constantly thinking about us,
I hate knowing we never had our chance,
Especially after our memorable dance,
Old feelings are buried now,
And still I wonder to myself how?
How did they suddenly disappear?
Did they get lost amongst my fear?
Who knows? I don't,
Live in the past? I won't,
I'll live in the now and search some more
For the feelings I bared when it was you I adored...
Five years ago is long enough...
But I'll try again to fall in love...
Friday, April 25, 2008
I Fight
I fight to keep friends from all the provinces...
I fight to prove I can achieve this...
I fight to make everyone proud...
I fight to let no one down...
That ship is something I cannot let sink,
It has sailed too close to my heart,
Losing its crew doesn't bare thinking about,
If I lose them, I jump ship too...
Belief is not something I've ever had,
Doubt, like a parasite, has always racked my mind,
I fight to eradicate it from my life,
To extinguish its impermeable flame...
Pride is something I hear a lot about
Even when I haven't earned it,
I fight to make them proud for a reason,
Especially the Big Man, with his watchful eye...
Letting people down is something I've always hated,
Friends, family and all those in between
Have all been affected by my failures,
Now I fight to make it up to them all...
I'm not fighting for a degree anymore,
I'm fighting for something else,
I'm not fighting for a career anymore,
I'm fighting for something more,
I'm not fighting for a livelihood anymore,
I'm fighting for a means to an end...
I'm fighting to hold it all together...
I fight to prove I can achieve this...
I fight to make everyone proud...
I fight to let no one down...
That ship is something I cannot let sink,
It has sailed too close to my heart,
Losing its crew doesn't bare thinking about,
If I lose them, I jump ship too...
Belief is not something I've ever had,
Doubt, like a parasite, has always racked my mind,
I fight to eradicate it from my life,
To extinguish its impermeable flame...
Pride is something I hear a lot about
Even when I haven't earned it,
I fight to make them proud for a reason,
Especially the Big Man, with his watchful eye...
Letting people down is something I've always hated,
Friends, family and all those in between
Have all been affected by my failures,
Now I fight to make it up to them all...
I'm not fighting for a degree anymore,
I'm fighting for something else,
I'm not fighting for a career anymore,
I'm fighting for something more,
I'm not fighting for a livelihood anymore,
I'm fighting for a means to an end...
I'm fighting to hold it all together...
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Four-Leafed Clover
Death is impending,
This is all ending,
The curtain is falling down,
I can see past smiles and frowns,
It is then I realise,
I don’t want these eyes
To shut just yet,
I want to see what fate I would’ve met…
But my life is now over…
All that’s left is a four-leafed clover…
Pain is coming,
Thoughts are drumming,
This is the final act,
I won’t achieve my own pacts,
I realise now I don’t want to go,
I start to scream no,
But everything starts to fade,
Eyes are shutting, no more light and shade…
My life is now over…
Last thing I see is a four-leafed clover…
This is all ending,
The curtain is falling down,
I can see past smiles and frowns,
It is then I realise,
I don’t want these eyes
To shut just yet,
I want to see what fate I would’ve met…
But my life is now over…
All that’s left is a four-leafed clover…
Pain is coming,
Thoughts are drumming,
This is the final act,
I won’t achieve my own pacts,
I realise now I don’t want to go,
I start to scream no,
But everything starts to fade,
Eyes are shutting, no more light and shade…
My life is now over…
Last thing I see is a four-leafed clover…
Monday, April 21, 2008
Eternal Cry
There he stood, at the end of it all,
Wondering what it was all for,
As swayed, about to fall,
He wondered could he have done more,
A shadow loomed, long and tall,
A skeletal hand grasped his shoulder,
Frozen he stood, wooden like a doll,
As the shadow whispered ‘no older’…
Shocked to the core, gripped by fear,
His breath began to wane,
His eyes grew dim, but managed a tear,
As his body was overcome by pain,
Regret soon struck, he was so near,
But love forever evaded him,
This was the thing, so severe,
That put him into his coffin…
In his mind, his life was empty,
All those he loved were gone,
This was untrue, as in reality,
One continued to live on,
She was the one he loved completely,
Unknown to him, her love was strong,
But now he’s left, unwillingly set free,
And their chance at love was gone…
His corpse lay still in front of her…
She could see the lone tear in his eye…
She bottled it and kept it forever…
And began her eternal cry…
Wondering what it was all for,
As swayed, about to fall,
He wondered could he have done more,
A shadow loomed, long and tall,
A skeletal hand grasped his shoulder,
Frozen he stood, wooden like a doll,
As the shadow whispered ‘no older’…
Shocked to the core, gripped by fear,
His breath began to wane,
His eyes grew dim, but managed a tear,
As his body was overcome by pain,
Regret soon struck, he was so near,
But love forever evaded him,
This was the thing, so severe,
That put him into his coffin…
In his mind, his life was empty,
All those he loved were gone,
This was untrue, as in reality,
One continued to live on,
She was the one he loved completely,
Unknown to him, her love was strong,
But now he’s left, unwillingly set free,
And their chance at love was gone…
His corpse lay still in front of her…
She could see the lone tear in his eye…
She bottled it and kept it forever…
And began her eternal cry…
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