I wrote this a while ago. It's a bit reflective of my views in life. erm kinda hard to explain...comment away if you must.

Hypnotically transcending your concept of time
Floating on the wings of everlasting delusion
This world isn't what it seems, no longer
I comb the evidence with a fine tooth
Searching for a loop-hole to your logic
Obscurity is your weapon of choice
Prying on my weakness, my existence
Nervously crouching in my corners of pity
Crying a song that can never be heard
I'm ignored by the fruit of my inventions
Replaced by a mechanical designed prototype
Which was flawed from its unholy beginnings
It's the only thing that links me to the world
Because sadness overcomes my, onces jubilant, heart
There's no cure for the depression I suffer from
No knowledge to how it all formed inside
It can never be understood from the outside
Nor fully comprehended by the one it possesses
For it keeps me staring into the nights air
Questioning everything that has happened
Has my understanding of reality been altered
Twisted into some idealistic theory
Which boarders on the realms of pathological insanity
This humanistic nature is my unforgiving restraint
Pegged down by civilization that isn't real
Perverted by their own ambitions of wealth
Never giving to the weaker of its kind
I'm terrorized by a mistake that was never meant to be
Forced to gag on the truth that I spat forth
Something's amids in this grand stage that I play on
Urgency is how the acts are held to be to the crowd
Building up to something that is less than climatic
And what for? Nothing makes sense anyways
At least to those that refuse to accept your lies
All the real answers have be put away under lock and key
So that everyone continues to live under an illusion
I'm sickened by your short-mindedness you've shown
A slave is what I've become to my own self
Working to release myself for the shackles I placed on
And it's all a joke to you, amusement in some fashion
Watching me struggle everyday to make it to the next
heh, I can see why the others choose to end it
And when I look more into it, it's not a bad idea....
The one I despise the most is me
for letting you inside of my body
I'm the filth that I come to hate
and I'm accountable for it

wow <applause> i think that was great and a have this feeling that i could relate to that but im no poet and not very good at writing but that seems good :)

thanks for the reply.....

wrote this a while ago with a friend...actually she just served as my muse.

I hear her voice so crystal clear
it seems to draw me near her
keep me warm and full of joy
by just one sound from her
sweet as honey and addictive
like a powerful drug that calms

by and by I sit listening, hoping
for the one day that voice will come
as it arrives I see the light so bright
beauty has nothing on her ways
the way her lips make soft sounds
so smooth and supple to the ears

I wake craving the sound that you provide
always on time and never to much for me
the days go by like a leaf the blows outside
on the eve of a stormy night, you are too good
it's no wonder why I will never feel this way again
only you have the voice and spirit of an angel

the language you speak is only heard by one
that one being me, as I know you truly in heart
we connect on a level the leaves the world behind
they can never understand the bliss that you provide
it's only a voice they say, but they are so wrong
more than a voice, an angelic divine voice from above

your words hold me close to you caring and caressing
bountiful are the emotions that you send forth to me
seeing all as a dream when I hear the words spoken
sliding from your tongue rolling of the tip and jumping
jumping into my heart where they stay for a rainy day
my personal bank of love from the voice of an angel

that one seems good too

So i wrote another song. Hmm i'm actually a glad it turned out ok...seeing as I was having trouble fitting the music to it...feck (
Yesh that's right. I write actual songs and music





Well this time, I've got this feeling
I'm gonna be the one who holds you tightly
am I? am I?
Well, I have kicked all the habits
That were holding me back a long time ago (do you remember)
Late last August, (late cold evenings), last summer's night, (that time we kissed)

I think this is the best time
When we can rebuild what was good

(and please) stop starring at me with
Those eyes that shin so brightly now, more that ever
(in the night). is it right? why I cry (shaken by fright)
And you have so many doubts rushing (in your head)
Maybe I should have said nothing at all or...
(Made this trip at all), visited in the first place, (come into your home)

See I'm struggling (and trying) to get over
I see the lantern light at the end of the tunnel (the tunnel)
It's all pushing me down the corridor (still trying to get out)
I guess it's, I guess it's never the same
See I'm struggling (and trying) to get over
I see the lantern light at the end of the tunnel (the tunnel)
It's all pushing me down the corridor (still trying to get out)
I guess it's, I guess it's never the same (nothing ever changes)
I guess it's...(I guess it's)....I guess it's (the end)...never the same

I've paved my abuse with a crime
That's pulled me under since I fell so far (below the surface)
Struggling...I'm fighting (I can't get it out)
I'm facing my inner demons
(don't you see I'm....) tearing out my heart while screaming confessions
And I'm howling, the pain's buried, (Hold me tightly), (My soul's finally freed)

See I'm struggling (and trying) to get over
I see the lantern light at the end of the tunnel (the tunnel)
It's all pushing me down the corridor (still trying to get out)
I guess it's, I guess it's never the same
See I'm struggling (and trying) to get over
I see the lantern light at the end of the tunnel (the tunnel)
It's all pushing me down the corridor (still trying to get out)
I guess it's, I guess it's never the same (nothing ever changes)
I guess it's...(I guess it's)....I guess it's (the end)...never the same
(It's got to be the end) I guess it's never the same in the end...