I lied about the short story

I was listening to some rather inspiring music lately, and I felt like doing some poetry again. I know I said I'd do a short story, but I lied... Sorry, I've been busy doing school work and setting up my next classes, so I haven't found any time to sit down and write anything more than poetry. Anyways, here's some poetry as a sorry for lying.

Pacing, Pacing, Pacing
An unknowing pawn in life
Marching to the tune of the Maestro
Singing like he was taught
Loud in this soul-less spiral
From the day he was conceived
To the day he became aware
His memories and his music betrayed him
He knew no better
He cried no harder
He drowned no faster
Lost in the current of time
His story hasn’t reached the end
He wanders farther into the world of truth
Fighting the urge of existing monotony
His cry reaches the corners of the globe
Falling to the floor
His shoulders heaving like those of a child
Sobs painting the darkened sky around him
Comfort falling from the sky
A shower of meteors
Wishes upon the falling tears in the sky
Sympathizing heavens send their blessings
Lost, but born anew
Hurt but never gone
He trudges on to his own beat
Drifting farther into the abyss

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Bound by the memories of our past
Chained to our hearts
I’m grasping the chain
Trying to find you, draw you closer
But our memories are thinning
Your love is running low
My love is killing me
I’m frantically swimming in this blanket of cold
Just wanting your warmth
I’m drawing ever closer to the end of the chain
Memories still fresh in my mind
And it suddenly slackens in my grip
And I’m left with nothing but the empty end of a cold chain
Weeping softly
Bound to the chain ever so heavy
I march off into the cold night alone



Happy Reading!

Some poetry this time

I've had a hard time writing lately, finding ideas, inspiration to put something down on paper. I'm in the middle of writing another short story, but I'm getting some serious writer's block, so I'll post it next time. But I have some poetry today, something a little more modern and rough, so I warn you, the style isn't typical. But I hope you enjoy reading it.

Dang
Got my heart goin' again
Unpredictability is the only thing predictable
And my heart beating
Is such dangerous game
A time bomb in my chest
Shouting it's mind to the world
To diffuse or not
Is it really a question?
After all
I don't want to hurt you
I'm a time bomb
And these feelings will die alone

One more!

A young man brushes by me

Wrapping his arms around a woman in the crowd

A car breezes through them and off into the sunset

Wings in the air

Birds on the ground

A drummer throwing bomb through a window

And the sun you saw so high in the sky

Is now settling into night

As your eyes catch the young couple

On a park bench doing goodness know what

I blink before continuing to walk

Shielding my eyes from the blazing sun

And cranking the volume on my Ipod

We only exist in this song

Disappearing with each verse

Our story etched into the BGM of your life

The first poem is pretty straight forwards, so I won't go into it. But the second poem is a little obscure, so I'll explain and try to revise it later and re-post so it makes more sense.

I usually stare off when I listen to music, because I like to visualize what's going on in the music as if it's real life. So it's like a movie playing in my head as the music goes on and the characters act out the lyrics. But as I thought more about it, I felt kind of sad. Each person, each character is like a story, a character given life for one moment in each lyric or sentence. But I guess that's like our lives right? We're given moments to live in the small amount of time we have in our conscious lives, and after it disappears, we're left with the memories we've kept in our hearts, playing over and over like the lyrics in a song, or the scene from a love story. Anyways, if it makes sense to you, then I hope you try it, it gives life to the music you listen to everyday. Happy Reading!

I just thought I'd stop by and write down some of my thoughts before I get started on my mountain of homework I have yet to do. I guess there are so many things happening all at once, and I'm slowly losing who I am in the ebb and flow of things. I really need someone who can keep me anchored in reality, keep me moving forwards. Although she couldn't care less, there's a woman who keeps me grounded down. I don't think she'd ever care about me, but life goes on shall I say... Anyways, here's what I came up with.


I tried to wrap my head around thing that my heart already knew... I can't forget you, or the feelings that you instill. In all of my pondering, all of my suffering, sleepless nights, restless days, I've only proved how little I know. The heart I thought I knew and understood, is so much more than just feeling, so much more than being alive. Moments when you're around, standing close, I can feel my heart talking to me, urging me on, pleading for me to take your hand. And when you're gone, I can feel my heart weep and cry out for you, I can feel it's shoulders slump in time with mine as we walk on the cold path together. Maybe I can't prove I have a heart, that we all have a heart. But I do know this... That when you're here, or when you're gone, I can feel the joy and sorrow, the pain and the light. I can feel you close to me, and I can feel your departure, don't keep me in suspense, and stay forever wrapped in my arms... All I need is to fly beside you, soaring high, buried in the clouds, kissing the sun as it warms my frozen heart.



I just don't know anymore, what I want, what I'm going for, who I can count on. Everything just seems so confusing and new right now, and I feel so overwhelmed. I've never surfed a wave bigger than 3 feet, but some how I think I can imagine what it's like to face a tsunami in the middle of the ocean. It's so hard to explain, when you think nothing is going right, when the one you love won't even look at you, when the days in all of their monotony seem to drag on forever, only prolonging the feeling of helplessness 10 fold. Anyways, if you came here for the poetry or the writing, please forget all of the useless and ridiculous ranting that just took place, after all, writers only have a duty to move and shape people hearts with the words and phrases they create, not to bore or freak them out. Happy reading!

Let's get started!

I'm going to hopefully post new things that I come up with, but to get things rolling, I'm going to post something a littler older. I might also from time to time, post some of my older works, just for kicks and giggles so hope you enjoy!

He finds his rhythm, he has taught himself the rhyme and his world falls open at his feet when the one in front of him is singing his melody ever so sweet. She knows the dips, she knows the chords, she knows his heart's key change, drawing him a step forwards. His trip around the world only comes to a halt as they sing together the last note, stepping together, avoiding glances, they meet face to face. Only in the sweetest of silence can you hear their hearts beat as one.

Not one of my better works. One more!

I'm dying to meet you

The one who will unchain me from my loneliness

The one who will show me what love is

And the one who will love me

I'm dying to meet You

Who has the power to bring down the mountains

In which my body has been chained to so unwillingly

I'm dying to meet you

Whether I know you or not

You, who can return to me, the wings of life

Who can fly beside me in the darkest of hours

I'm waiting for your arrival

I'm dying ever so slowly
Really, truly
I'm dying to meet you
The one who will unchain the fate of death
And give me the wings of life

Although I'm not published or anything, please don't steal my words or my poems and call them yours or anything, not just with me, but with any author, please give them credit! Although if you happen to use them to impress a beautiful woman, or a handsome man, please feel free to leave my name out of it, it'll make you look more romantic! Thanks for reading my first post!