Post by Mr. Penguin on Sept 12, 2006 22:44:30 GMT -5
Well, when I write, usually it's just writing (or typing) constantly for a while until I say, okay, that's enough. Or I just plain run out of things to say.
So anyways, I posted this particular thingy as a blog a day or two ago on my myspace. If you want to see my blog (I write about many things) then click on this: blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=6499490
Anyways, here it is.
Sometimes life is tough.
Sometimes the world hates you.
Sometimes the only thing you want to do is curl up into a ball and hide.
Hide away, far away,
Where no one can touch you.
But deep inside,
You want to be touched.
Lifted away from your personal hell,
And saved.
Loved.
Accepted.
Home.
But what is home?
Is it where the heart is?
But what if your heart is gone?
Broken?
Dead?
Crushed like ice,
Burnt to black,
Ripped,
Torn,
Festered,
Rotting,
Decayed?
What then?
Is there home?
Does it exist?
What about love?
They say love can conquer all,
But what if you've already been conquered...
But hate?
What then?
What if you hate yourself?
What if you love yourself...
But no one else?
Is it really love then?
What if you die,
But never really leave?
What if you leave,
But never really die?
What if, what if, what if?
What if the world ended today,
And I never told you that I loved you?
What then?
What if the world ended yesterday,
And we are all just living in nothing?
What if the world doesn't really exist?
What if I am the only real thing?
What if everything I perceive is just my imagination?
What if this is all just the tattered and torn pages of my own thoughts?
What if I am just living in the other world (my hell and my sorrow) while my physicality wastes away,
Decaying into black dust upon the floor,
To be swept up with the other dirt and death,
That stains the dark hallways of life?
To be swept up with all the other hate,
The sorrow,
The pain,
The guilt,
The horror of everything?
If I were to die today,
How long would it take to dissapear entirely,
In the hearts and minds and sould of all those that I know?
Or...
Have I even ever existed in the first place?
You may hate me for what I am.
But I am truth,
And in me,
You may find yourself.
A broken heart...
Can never...
Fully...
Mend.
But...
It can...
Inspire you...
Forever.
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye.
So anyways, I posted this particular thingy as a blog a day or two ago on my myspace. If you want to see my blog (I write about many things) then click on this: blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=6499490
Anyways, here it is.
Sometimes life is tough.
Sometimes the world hates you.
Sometimes the only thing you want to do is curl up into a ball and hide.
Hide away, far away,
Where no one can touch you.
But deep inside,
You want to be touched.
Lifted away from your personal hell,
And saved.
Loved.
Accepted.
Home.
But what is home?
Is it where the heart is?
But what if your heart is gone?
Broken?
Dead?
Crushed like ice,
Burnt to black,
Ripped,
Torn,
Festered,
Rotting,
Decayed?
What then?
Is there home?
Does it exist?
What about love?
They say love can conquer all,
But what if you've already been conquered...
But hate?
What then?
What if you hate yourself?
What if you love yourself...
But no one else?
Is it really love then?
What if you die,
But never really leave?
What if you leave,
But never really die?
What if, what if, what if?
What if the world ended today,
And I never told you that I loved you?
What then?
What if the world ended yesterday,
And we are all just living in nothing?
What if the world doesn't really exist?
What if I am the only real thing?
What if everything I perceive is just my imagination?
What if this is all just the tattered and torn pages of my own thoughts?
What if I am just living in the other world (my hell and my sorrow) while my physicality wastes away,
Decaying into black dust upon the floor,
To be swept up with the other dirt and death,
That stains the dark hallways of life?
To be swept up with all the other hate,
The sorrow,
The pain,
The guilt,
The horror of everything?
If I were to die today,
How long would it take to dissapear entirely,
In the hearts and minds and sould of all those that I know?
Or...
Have I even ever existed in the first place?
You may hate me for what I am.
But I am truth,
And in me,
You may find yourself.
A broken heart...
Can never...
Fully...
Mend.
But...
It can...
Inspire you...
Forever.
Goodnight, tonight, goodbye.