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i guess you could call me down to earth...a hopeless romantic even...i love to sing, play my guitar...and im hopeful about the future...the past few years for me have been a bit on the rough side...my 2 year stay in the philippines was an experience that i will remember for the rest of my life...i have grown so much these past two years...if it wasnt for my friends and family i wouldnt be alive today...you dont begin to appreciate every single thing that you have until you are at the brink of death and live to tell about it...and ive been there...now i learn to live life one day at a time...
(spiderweb's dillema)
poison being poured into my ears...
im choking in someone's lies...
how should i react?
i dont know what to say...
i dont know what to do...
should i be sad?
should i be angry?
when you know that all that is being said to you
is nothing but lies...
i float in a sea of confusion...
should i play a part in this illusion?
should i play the part of the fool?
the theatrical moron of this make believe play
of a perfect family that never was...
here i am once again...
caught in the middle...
i am...
the center of a spiderweb..
threads linking to part truths..
and or whole lies...
the dillemma that has me drowning in my tears...
with the sound of the ocean crashing in...
8:30 friday evening...
everything comes tumbling down...
spiderweb's dillemma 2
what a world
raises a child from poison
disguised as the sweet essence
of your mother's perfume
streets flooded with dreams
clings on to the rust infested bars
before they fall in the gutter
Sunday's newspapers printed in blood
pictures cry from the news that have ruined
sink into the now
classrooms with boards of concrete
toothpick chairs that dare break when sat upon
saliva stained chewing gums pave the hallways
that was once clean
i see the then
a picture of what once was
where to be cruel was only a dream
but with time comes change
the tick tick tock of a clock
never tip tips backwards
the acid drip drips upon a hollow heart
that was once whole
sane eyes can no longer see
blind men still hears of what will become
your stupid sorries fall on deaf ears
what the hell do i care attitude
lies said so delicately
she is the thin glass that will shatter
from the false layered so not to be discovered
how are you to say what is right for me
when none truely knows what is
she listens to the spats of the rich and famous
dream on for you'll never be one of them
the breeze says what they will
thunder and lighting never ask for they always demand
place your worries in an envelope addressed to God
a million stamps pasted at the corner to make sure it gets there
as she waits for a reply
the just for laughs jokers send her to the toilet
after every meal to puke out her guilt
the hate for herself builds with careless critisism
and judgement that stabs at the small portion of happiness
soon will deteriorate
soon will desintegrate like paper to a flame
problems brew within
thus try to cut away the pain
the maybes of a blade
the pain might flow out with the blood
melancholy walks with a shuffle
dares to wear down the sole of body and mind
hope writes out its last will and testiment
the sunset creeps in to kill it
see what your moment of fun does to an innocent soul
one wakes to fight the battle for sanity
only to lose doomed to fail if the attacker does not retreat to a dunce's corner
find her in the sea of tears
laying in a boat of sadness and fears
wishes to be rescued from the hopelessness that the skin soaks in
take the salt within the open wounds away
a wish to no more of the dreams to smile so purely one day
the light of a new day should bring such dreams to reality
the girl weeps of no more sleepless nights
weeps of no more pain from nails that pierce
Monday dawns the love you thought was never there
the she is i who begs the world stop..
let me dream, let me be, let me live
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