What is it that I am trying to say Too many thoughts are being stored away in my minds. Thoughts about life, relationships, career and friends. I wonder if I can do some cleaning of my mind now. I will talk about relationships, because believe or not, it is the simplest one right now.
1. I got no one special for me right now. It had a guy that liked me, but I have reach a point where whenever I think of him, I get angry. So, he ain't go ever happen. I wouldn't start a relationship with someone who I know I will constantly fight with. That is not my purpose of being in a relationship with someone.
2. Career. I don't really know what I want to do. Well, I kinda lie there. I like several fields, fo example, computers, art, poetry writing, literature. I thought about graphic design, I must look into this. I can draw what I see but I can not create. I wouldn't survive as a novelist, at least that is what I think. I will start a story, and then complete it in my mind.
3. I am working on keeping and forming life long friendships these days.
4. Life, is the hardest of them all, where all other thoughts are tie to. I hope to live a simple and happy life. That much I know.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Poem I Say
free me
i am feeling it deep within.
twisting and turning,
trying to get out.
only trying to escape,
but cannot free itself.
lost inside this deep void,
my thoughts and emotions lie sad.
sad by the fact,
that i can not control their order.
restless they are to be free,
but i can not let them out yet.
it is not time for their freedom
to be voiced from my lips.
i am feeling it deep within.
twisting and turning,
trying to get out.
only trying to escape,
but cannot free itself.
lost inside this deep void,
my thoughts and emotions lie sad.
sad by the fact,
that i can not control their order.
restless they are to be free,
but i can not let them out yet.
it is not time for their freedom
to be voiced from my lips.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
My World
I have things to say, but I have trained myself so well to keep it in,
that I can only let a little out at a time. It is sad, isn't it. Well,
it is the world I know. We have a beautiful love/hate relationship that
has lasted for years. The only change that can be done to my world has
to be slow and subtle. A few surprises can slip in, but I wouldn't
allow drastic changes. When I speak of changes, I mean, changes that I can
make, things I can control. Shall I describe my world. Well the main
room is my bedroom, where I do most of my reflecting. Then when you
step out of the door, and walk down a corridor full of my memories, sad and
happy, leads to a big beautiful garden. This garden is my favourite
place. It is full of tall trees, that blocks just the right amount of
sun. You can walk about if you want. When you walk down the stone path
in the garden, it will fork into two paths. The left path where the
stones are a peridot shade, where on the leaves of the plants you will
see my dreams, it leads to a wondrous waterfall. The right path where
the stones are carnary shade, where the pink flowers shows my hopes,
leads to a desk where most of my thoughts are made. But in the lake
where, that beautiful waterfall falls, reflects all my fears. This is
my world. As quiet as can be, as colourful as can be. As the wind blows,
you can hear my favourite songs traveling through the garden.
that I can only let a little out at a time. It is sad, isn't it. Well,
it is the world I know. We have a beautiful love/hate relationship that
has lasted for years. The only change that can be done to my world has
to be slow and subtle. A few surprises can slip in, but I wouldn't
allow drastic changes. When I speak of changes, I mean, changes that I can
make, things I can control. Shall I describe my world. Well the main
room is my bedroom, where I do most of my reflecting. Then when you
step out of the door, and walk down a corridor full of my memories, sad and
happy, leads to a big beautiful garden. This garden is my favourite
place. It is full of tall trees, that blocks just the right amount of
sun. You can walk about if you want. When you walk down the stone path
in the garden, it will fork into two paths. The left path where the
stones are a peridot shade, where on the leaves of the plants you will
see my dreams, it leads to a wondrous waterfall. The right path where
the stones are carnary shade, where the pink flowers shows my hopes,
leads to a desk where most of my thoughts are made. But in the lake
where, that beautiful waterfall falls, reflects all my fears. This is
my world. As quiet as can be, as colourful as can be. As the wind blows,
you can hear my favourite songs traveling through the garden.
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