27 April 2012

Just a Game



I don't know where I am,
I don't know this place.
Don't recognize anybody,
Just the same old dirty face.
See these people, they lie,
And I don't know who to believe anymore.

But there comes you,
To keep me safe from harm
There comes you,
To take me in your arms
Is it just a game?
I don't know.
Is it just a game?
I don't know.

He denies to break my heart
So homesick and confused
But I know I must play my part
When tears I must conceal,

There comes you,
To keep me safe from harm
There comes you,
To take me in your arms

Is it just a game?
I don't know
To keep you safe from my world

Take my hand and my heart recedes
Flames illuminate our faces
And we are on fire
Blow a kiss to the crowd
They're our only hope now.

And I know my place.
And I know my place.
We're all just pieces in their games. 

23 April 2012

Unyielding


That which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

18 April 2012

Sometimes I Think

Sometimes the best decision isn't the right decision
Sometimes your favorite friend isn't your best friend
Sometimes you love so hard, your heart breaks
Sometimes the action that defies logic is the only one with which you can live
Sometimes pain is easier to deal with than fear
Sometimes thinking too much makes thought unbearable
Sometimes wanting respect is not enough if you haven't earned it
Sometimes you have to change the definitions to make sense of the words
Sometimes peace requires more emotion than anger
Sometimes letting go takes more strength than holding on
Sometimes you have to take risks to experience a worthwhile life

17 April 2012

Writer's Block in Life

Writer's block in life - that's what I feel like I have had lately. My thoughts have been wandering with no clear purpose or conclusion: aimless. As I stared at this screen, this blog where I have confided so many of my thoughts, I came to no new ideas. The blank white screen of each new post mocked me as words failed to appear.
It occurs to me that we all have times like these in our lives - times when we feel nearly strangled by the muted footsteps of the monotonous and the ordinary. No great revelations come to mind; no remarkable events challenge previous thoughts; no person inspires a wave of fluid emotion translated into a line of poetry. In the exhaustion and the unceasing pattern that can be our lives, sometimes we lack anything to share. We just exist and keep moving forward, trying to reach something that has more clear meaning or purpose than the daily events that become so tiresome.
Perhaps only writers feel this emptiness, this white slate of thought. Those who do not ever attempt to write will never feel its absence, yet those who do will feel this lack keenly - like a bedroom without a bed or a gym without equipment. There is something clearly missing - the daily discovery of new trains of thought that make each day intriguing and a lesson in growing experiences and character. Yet it is in times like these that I am forced to listen to the silence and, even if I am inspired by nothing and write nothing in response, such times of emptiness can have a cleansing affect that will become useful in the future and can occasionally create different thoughts than those caused by actions.
This absence, though often frustrating and noticeably hollow-feeling, is not terribly alarming as time has taught me that it is not lasting. Writing is in my blood, or my mind, and it will return with time. Often, this form of writer's block is caused by nothing more than exhaustion or an increased pace in "real life." More worthwhile thoughts will be inspired in time and with patience. If all else fails, I write about not having anything to write. Works every time.

15 April 2012

An Inescapable Emotion

“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”