And so it has begun
The silence
That pierces through the heart sharper than a samurai

And so the days are no longer bright
Not like the once promised of sunshine

I have lost my light I have lost it

I don't know how to again have it

I am stuck I am void I am numb from all 

I don't know if I ever again wil find me

I need help to find my way 

I need it more then air

I need it now I need it quick 

Before my fate it dead and fixed

This might be my end... 

Oh it just might  be

If I don't find myself again

Say goodbye to me

Into the black void that is beckoning

So tempted to let slip And for once feel free

 

Into the darkness, I, it keeps

Long, lost gone and free

its funny

its funny how hello is always accompanied by goodbye
its funny how good memories can leave u to cry
its funny how 'friends' can leave and forget
its funny how lovers can, in the end  fall out
its funny how people change
its funny how when u need someone they are never around
its funny when people think they know u when they dont
its funny how one night can contain so much regret
its funny how a bright day can make u sad
its funny how memories bring u down to your knees
its funny how everybody thinks they can get away with lies
its funny how forever never seems to last
its funny that the ones who promises never to leave are the first ones that do
its funny how ironic life can be
but the funniest of them all is that ; none of thats funny to me...
not at all

letting go

they say u should hate the person that leaves u. especially ones that go away without an explanation.
as if leaving is not enough, they make u feel like u dont even deserve to know why they left.
they say its unforgivable
they say nothing can justify their actions
they say its unacceptable.

hate him. with all u have. turn around, walk away, and never turn back.move on.


i hated him. for awhile.
i cursed him, alot, for awhile.
i cried for awhile.
i ran away from everyone, for awhile
i cursed like a sailor, for awhile

but the hate ended.
and the sadness came back.
and all i wanted was to see him again
to talk to him again
to hold him again,

i cannot do as they all say
all i want is to love him.
and to love him i will.
from afar.
without him knowing.
and i will take it as it is.
i guess its true.

to love is to, sometimes, Let Go

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine. 

Pablo Neruda

me again

i sat today wondering why i have let myself fall from all my ideals

and let people dictate who, what, and why i have to do what they think is best for me.

how they come to me and say that all im doing isnt right.

is being happy, in my way, wrong or just wrong for u?

me

"Be who you are and say what you want, for those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind"