I will...

I will live
I will die.
I will laugh
I will cry.
But i won't wait for you again
In the rain
Like i did last night.
Goodbye.

Saturday, 14 March 2009

babble, dabble and babble some more!

For my art course i have to choose to do either a "colour" piece which is where you paint or whatever and use colour as a source of inspiration. Or i could do pop art (a combination of collage, paint and print) and do a personal event. Problem is i don't know what to choose! Pop art would probably get more marks for effort but colour would get marks for expression and stuff, Colour's easier, pop art's more creative but harder. Should i take the easy road or the harder road... I think pop art would be more fun... Pop art it is. Damn babbling helps to clear the mind...

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poetry of the damned


It's not fair.
I don't know who i am.
Why do i feel this way?
I'm never able to be myself. Not really.
There's always a piece locked away.
A secret i won't ever say.
A lie i'll never reveal.
I made a mistake. It cost me everything.
I'll never be the same again.
No one knows who i really am.
He thought he knew me, but he didn't.
She thought she saw me, but she didn't.
What they thought they knew and saw was a shadow of what was real.
Of what i really feel.
I'll never fit in. I'm an outsider. For that i thank God everyday!
Who wants to be cool when that includes getting drunk, smoking and screwing around?
But why does being an outsider have to be so hard?
I am different. More different than you know.
That's the point really... You will never know. Because i will never tell.

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perseverance is what they say my strength is
They must be right
because i got hurt again tonight
Yet i'm still ready to love
Rebound is my second name
But not in the way you might think
I wish i could hate you
But i don't have the strength
One day my heart will not be able to hold on anymore
will not react to heartbreak with immunity
i think today is that day.