'Thanks.' not for everything by truebluerain, literature
Literature
'Thanks.' not for everything
I would not like to thank you for all the good times we had.
There were a few, but long ago.
I would not like to thank you for the meaning you gave my life.
Now it's gone and empty chaos is left.
I would not like to thank you for all the stories in which we were the main characters.
They were to lovely to be true and became lies in the moment I banned them with ink on the paper.
I only would like to thank you for teaching me about love.
(I hope someone will do just the same to you someday.)
And I would like to thank you for running around the entire world and collecting the pieces of my heart.
(That you are somebody who break the fin
he is.
sitting. or abandoned?
in his room.
the blinds r lowered, hold away the l8
got his hand on the mouse
his soul is fallin
in2
the
neverending distance of the
wwworld
wwwide
wwweb,
surfing
on the
information
superhighway
on which he has < a >contact< /a > 2 ppl
all.
over.
the.
world.
but
INSIDE;
hes like a dried up flower, hungry after l8
hungry after
some1s
attention.
some1s
tOuCh.
some1s
<3 love
It's like you know exactly that there must be something more
Even if there's no sign of anything
The sounds of the fight do not even reach me in my world, my coma like being
The sounds of the fight with the eccentric monster called life
Which takes breaths away, steals sleeps and minds
Which bewitches, pushes, strokes, bites, picks up and drops.
But not me.
I'm so tired of these days that feel like the night
I couldn't tell how yesterday was - the day before was just the same
I'm not scared of flying - I'm not even scared of falling
But my sky is torn and studded with dead dreams and longings
No living far and wide and actually the
One Way Dead End Street by truebluerain, literature
Literature
One Way Dead End Street
A road that seems to be a never-ending one
Surrounded by a huge, wild meadow
Signs with One Way Street and Death written on
Millions of people in invisible chains around me
Nobodys touching, nobodys saying a word
Just staggering blindly, entirely alone
- thats life.
Im on my way, I know where to go
No rushing, no creeping
Im not up to meet death anyway,
I will someday
But my goal is somebody else
For today and all the days that will follow.
The road is leading over a mountain
With no way beside, around or through
You dont have the choice, just one, direc
It wasnt as if anybody got hurt.
No, thats not quite correct. My mother always told me to express myself as positively as possible.
At least nobody got hurt.
I really believed in this sentence and its validity.
I lie on a huge bed in a room Ive never seen before.
But Im not scared. I feel kind of safe and secure.
A weak lights all around, I cant see its source.
The walls are covered with pictures of scenes I know from somewhere. Im not sure; could that be? My life, my past in picture frames and on canvas in this strange room?
Suddenly I realize that Im not alone.
Someone&
There are cities in this world
Great, gleaming and with glaring neon signs
Pushing love and loyalty and sex sells
Those repel with their atrocity
But flatter you with their smell of pulsing life
Lure you with their sound of a million hearts beating together
Just to kill you after abandoning them.
Well, Monaghan, you land of small hills
You're more like the little, stubborn child of Mummy Metropolis
Which doesn't want to be like its mother but different
Acting like you don't even care
You don't even try to make me love you
But to hide the bad, the dirt, the lies, the abysses
Self-satisfied and torn
But sti
There are cities in this world
Great, gleaming and with glaring neon signs
Pushing love and loyalty and sex sells
Those repel with their atrocity
But flatter you with their smell of pulsing life
Lure you with their sound of a million hearts beating together
Just to kill you after abandoning them.
Well, Monaghan, you land of small hills
You're more like the little, stubborn child of Mummy Metropolis
Which doesn't want to be like its mother but different
Acting like you don't even care
You don't even try to make me love you
But to hide the bad, the dirt, the lies, the abysses
Self-satisfied and torn
But sti
It wasnt as if anybody got hurt.
No, thats not quite correct. My mother always told me to express myself as positively as possible.
At least nobody got hurt.
I really believed in this sentence and its validity.
I lie on a huge bed in a room Ive never seen before.
But Im not scared. I feel kind of safe and secure.
A weak lights all around, I cant see its source.
The walls are covered with pictures of scenes I know from somewhere. Im not sure; could that be? My life, my past in picture frames and on canvas in this strange room?
Suddenly I realize that Im not alone.
Someone&
One Way Dead End Street by truebluerain, literature
Literature
One Way Dead End Street
A road that seems to be a never-ending one
Surrounded by a huge, wild meadow
Signs with One Way Street and Death written on
Millions of people in invisible chains around me
Nobodys touching, nobodys saying a word
Just staggering blindly, entirely alone
- thats life.
Im on my way, I know where to go
No rushing, no creeping
Im not up to meet death anyway,
I will someday
But my goal is somebody else
For today and all the days that will follow.
The road is leading over a mountain
With no way beside, around or through
You dont have the choice, just one, direc
It's like you know exactly that there must be something more
Even if there's no sign of anything
The sounds of the fight do not even reach me in my world, my coma like being
The sounds of the fight with the eccentric monster called life
Which takes breaths away, steals sleeps and minds
Which bewitches, pushes, strokes, bites, picks up and drops.
But not me.
I'm so tired of these days that feel like the night
I couldn't tell how yesterday was - the day before was just the same
I'm not scared of flying - I'm not even scared of falling
But my sky is torn and studded with dead dreams and longings
No living far and wide and actually the
he is.
sitting. or abandoned?
in his room.
the blinds r lowered, hold away the l8
got his hand on the mouse
his soul is fallin
in2
the
neverending distance of the
wwworld
wwwide
wwweb,
surfing
on the
information
superhighway
on which he has < a >contact< /a > 2 ppl
all.
over.
the.
world.
but
INSIDE;
hes like a dried up flower, hungry after l8
hungry after
some1s
attention.
some1s
tOuCh.
some1s
<3 love
'Thanks.' not for everything by truebluerain, literature
Literature
'Thanks.' not for everything
I would not like to thank you for all the good times we had.
There were a few, but long ago.
I would not like to thank you for the meaning you gave my life.
Now it's gone and empty chaos is left.
I would not like to thank you for all the stories in which we were the main characters.
They were to lovely to be true and became lies in the moment I banned them with ink on the paper.
I only would like to thank you for teaching me about love.
(I hope someone will do just the same to you someday.)
And I would like to thank you for running around the entire world and collecting the pieces of my heart.
(That you are somebody who break the fin
business before pleasure.
i have a huge mass of business behind me. the last weeks were just awful, stressful and full of 'somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea'.
eh, now there are at least 2 weeks just full of pleasure in front of me. a great feeling. yay!
first of all i should get rid off my wrecked condition.
i slept over 7 hours the last night.
>> well rested but not really feeling rested.
my back's still aching because of the nearly danced through night on thursday.
argh.
*wallows in self-pity*
;D
but i can already feel the mania coming.
in 5 days from now i'll be in ireland.
it's time for digging my heart out aga