Down

Death
A secret we dont know about
A place we dont understand
Something we cant quite comprehend

Endings
Are hard to accept
Letting go
Feels hopeless

Faith
Where do I find my faith?
Why cant i just pick it up
and store it in my head, in my heart.

Love
Love?
Love is beautiful, Love is painful
Love is what is needed.

Lonely
Darkness
Sad
Broken
Lost
Lonely

Death
It's over,
It's gone,
It's buried,
Lived,
Breathed,
Walked,
Ran,
Said
and done
Death

The end, of the end, of a beginning?
The end of this world and a start of another?
Beautiful? or Dreadful and terrifying?

Left overs, ashes, sins, pain,
Whats left after death
after this
after the rain.

I keep seeping my mind into the dark
How do you leave
How do you hide from it
It eats me up
it overtakes me
encircles me
and I
am taken down

I am taken down.

Overwhelming Heartache.

I wish I knew what it was about you.
Why you have such a large impact on me
but I am so lost
I cant understand why

We were nothing,
yet every time I look at you
it hurts more than anything
I have ever felt.

I wish I knew why.
I wish I could find answers.
But buried deep inside of me
is all the pain I have tucked away,
locked away.
Because I dont want to feel that again.

Im trying to forget things that I keep remembering.
Your face, your smile, your eyes.
A part of me is still holding on
and borderline part of me has let go.
and I dont understand where I am at
but every time I look back
and see your face
my heart aches
I cant breathe

I dont feel alive
Nothing comes to me.

Rain Away

I enjoy my independence.
Maybe cause it's all I know?
Most people don't like to be alone,
they will do everything they can
to try and avoid it.
When the truth is that you can't.

I get these opportunities
Where I am willing to take a chance,
or even consider being apart of another person's life,
and sharing mine with theirs for a while.
But then...I can't.

It scares me more to be with someone than be without.
I like doing things on my own.
Walking alone, sitting alone.
Loneliness has become my friend.

Loneliness has become something that I need.
I need to be lost to find things, discover.
I need to be alone, to find myself.
This is a process.
I don't know what exactly is the process,
but there is one that I am going through.
Pushing you away, is not what I intend to do.
It's whats best for myself.

I don't like when others walk away,
yet I keep doing the same thing,
I'm sorry if you misunderstood.
If I could explain better, I would.

But I hold up my umbrella,
until these raindrops wash away
Protecting myself,
alone, in my own way.

You all circle me,
and I try but it doesn't feel right.
It just keeps on raining
and all I see is black and white.

These hearts just keep on falling, falling from the sky.
With no one to pick them up and put them back together, why?
We all walk around pretending to be okay,
but that is not the case, we all just run away.

You can't even say your sorry,
so i'm stranded without answers.

And I just keep on walking,
telling everyone else to move out of the way.
I'm sorry that it has to be that way.

I seem to only enjoy sad songs these days.
I seem to dislike Christmas.
It's suppoed to be "the most happiest time of the year."
But I feel like it's all fake.
Sure, I like the idea of Christmas, the snow, the lights, the families.
But it never really feels like a special occasion to me.
Just feels like every other day. A circled routine.

I hate that from when we are very little, we are lied to.
Santa Claus, fairytales. None of that exists.
And it's a matter of knowing what reality is when it hits you one day.
No one told you it was coming, you just get older.
You just grow, and realize life and what you came into.

The lies, they unfold.
And when you see what is real, it hurts.
When you feel what is real, hurts more.

We all want the fairytale.
Maybe that is what we're searching for.
The castle.
The magic.
The love.
The ever after..

We only wake up to find that it's gone.

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

Please listen to this song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhHKfSFGdUI


I'm in love with it.

Would someone care to classify of broken heart and twisted minds?
So, I can find someone to rely on
and run to them, to them
full speed ahead.

-Misguided Ghosts- Paramore (Brand New Eyes)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z033qOyNyqg

Slip Away

It's weird, I really enjoy staying up late all by myself. I like being up hours later everyone has gone to bed. Why do I like this being alone? Sometimes I wish I could escape it but I realize I can't. Staying up and writing till 4 am has become an addiction. It's like I fight sleep, I don't want it to come and I don't want to go, I just want to stay here. Although tonight I find myself sinking into tiredness. Maybe all these light nights are catching up to me and calling, begging even for rest. My eyes are half-shut, and here I am still pushing, still going. I really am exhausted, actually falling asleep at the keyboard.

Today I decided to keep my part time job and start serving, and then get a day job somewhere close to home so, I don't have to transit it through the winter freezing days. I also decided that I will apply to college this week, St. Clair College and Humber. I'm having a hard time though deciding which one will be the final choice. I like St. Clair because of the beauty of the city and the school, the architecture and everything is so great in Windsor. Humber, I am interested in because the program sounds a bit better, it's for Journalism in case you weren't already aware. The difference between the two is that St. Clair's program is two years and Humber's is 3 years. In both courses you study all aspects of Journalism from print, to online, to broadcast etc.. but Humber makes you choose a pathway in the third year either print or broadcast and then you do the internship in the third year. At St. Clair it's just two years with everything converged, and a shorter internship within the two year program. Please, anyone reading feel free to leave me comments or suggestions because i'm really having a hard time deciding which school to choose, which way to go and it's getting frustrating, it really is. Any help is much appreciated!

New poem, if anyone is interested. Let me know what you think:

Slip Away

Everytime I wanna leap

I stop, holding back.

Your blue eyes lock on me

and I am frozen in your presence

Scared to move or even breathe

what do you even think of me?

I lost the lock when you lost the key,

Now there's no way to even break free

You tell me to sing a song,

I say you sing along.

but you just walk away

everytime I ask you to stay.

Im trying but I'm giving up

on finding ways to cry for help

What makes us want to hide away

When everything inside us is trying to escape

Throwing away the history

but it just comes back to haunt me

and your blue eyes keep holding

lose your gaze, please free me

Because I'm so tired of all this hurt I feel

I can't tell anymore if this is real

Let me slip away just this once,

like everyone else.

Let me fade away just this time,

burn out bright, like nobody else.

The world keeps on spinning,

When I wish for it to stop.

I keep on running,

When im about to drop.

Someone push me, so I can make this leap

without everyone's eyes turning towards me.

I will show you I can be

Better than what you've ever known or thought of me.

So each time that I break,

you can't take a piece of me with you,

I will stand solid, I will stand strong.

I will have the power to finally fly away

And that will be the day

that you unlock your eyes,

and let me slowly

slip away.

Insomniac?

I don't know what this insomnia is, I haven't been able to sleep in a long time. I'm tired but as soon as i go to bed, I'm not tired anymore. I wake up when it's time to sleep, I don't know why but i'm really not happy about it. I decided i'd like to add "Where words fail, music speaks." next to my tattoo I got back in April. I feel like the quote will complete the whole meaning of the tattoo I was trying to portray of music, and how much it means to me. The reason I think I can't sleep is because of the mind-racing it makes me restless. There is too much concern for me to just shut off, put aside and fall asleep. I feel like sleeping won't solve anything, so I stay awake, I write, I think about life and the world, me and the others around me.

For some or maybe even most people sleep IS an escape. But I can't find one, unless I am writing that is the only way I feel I can escape. I need to express what is happening in my mind to myself on paper. I need to spell it out, let it go. Here is an update for all you readers: I am currently writing a book, a novel titled A Fire In The Sky. This isn't my first attempt at a book, the last one I attempted to write stopped at 15 pages, because it got too painful to write about. See, usually I write from inspiration and I was inspired because it was a true story, it IS my true broken hearted story.I stopped writing because I lost my inspiration through hmm, let me see a rejection? Ya. I guess that was it. It involved a guy and I couldnt fathom to write about him and our "Story" any longer. our "Story" that really never existed, maybe I was trying to make that happen. Maybe I though if I could write one for us that it would happen, that I can write my happy ending and make it feel real. But that's the thing, I came to that realization. It wasn't real. There was no "you and I". If you understand, it was all in my head. When he was confronted and let me down that is when it hit me, that is when the realization came and woke me up. I can't even describe the pain to you. There was so much pain for so long that now when I look back on everything I held onto, I feel like it never even happened. I just tried to grasp onto something and keep it, and when it was gone and out of my reach, I just felt like a part of me went missing. Maybe that sounds crazy, as long as it makes sense in my head I dont really care.

I feel like the more you think about things, the more the existence of them starts to fade and you start to question things. On my end, I'm learning and trying to be one who can have the ability to accept things. We all have that ability, its just tougher for some than others, I suppose. Everyone has their own personal issues, making us all have different reactions to things. I am one to doubt things before they can even start, or even bloom. I doubt things, and lose faith in people before they have even given me a reason not to, and that my friends is something we call trust issues. I'm tired, but I'm never tired enough to stop searching for whatever it is I am looking for, and there is so much. I know I will know someday, maybe we all will find an answer. But I guess the whole point is not knowing, discovering and unravelling. Im finding that life really is an adventure, a journey, or just something for us to do. Either way Im pushing through, sailing the sea and where it takes me I dont know, but I am going, going there.

Floating Away

I float away everyday,

as pieces of the sky fall on me.

They fall onto the ground

and collapse all around

we try to make the escape,

but every now and then

we just break.

Break.

Down.

Break down,

It's not something you want to do, while they all surround

We're only here to let you know we love you, to listen to your hurt

To try and ease your pain, but you won't let us try and take it away

You need to let it out, let yourself fall.

Slowly your tears will begin to crawl

out of the trap that your keeping them in.

The world keeps spinning,

The sky keeps falling.

We keep waiting,

We're coming and going.

The clocks are ticking,

The music is playing.

And soon the entire sky will be gone,

And what happens once this all stops?

And soon we all will float away

As peices of the earth fall on me.

We all will float away, one day

and nothing here will hold us down.

Nothing here can make us stay.

We sift through clouds and galaxies,

Searching, running, hiding.

Can't come out.

Tired of lying, tired of crying.

One by one, we go.

One by one

We dissapear

We float,

We fly,

Escaping the pieces of the sky.

Down below will continue to spin,

But I no longer fill the space within.

The space within the ground,

and the sky above.

Only one thing transformed us, kept us going

and that is: love.

Rejection

Rejection hurts like hell,
I dont even know if this pain will ever subside.
I want to know, and believe it will but,
right now this hurt is all that I can feel.
I have numbed everything
from ever letting me feel again.
There is far too much to feel
It could never be put into words.

I poured my heart out,
Im all out of words,
Im all out of love,
Im all...out.

I wish I had a positive note,
I guess I can just say
Every endings a new beginning.
Right now I want to dissapear,
but I know this wont last forever.

Everything is temporary.

woahhh I haven't posted in a week. So I guess ill start by saying whats been going on.
Well, August 30th, I was working and I said goodbye to Andrew cause it was his last shift. As you may know he is off to Kingston to go to Queen's University. Crazy. It was the first goodbye I said to someone going off to school. We arent close or anything but it still affected me to know that these people are going off to school now and the next part of their lives begin. and im here taking a year off and Im lost and scared. I dont know where I am, where to go, where to start?
I wish someone would just point me in a direction. What is this strange transformation stage? Whatever this metamorphosis is, I dont like it.

But, I guess thats why I am taking a year off, to figure things out. To find out and discover, to travel and learn and have time. Time for myself, time to make plans, work and make moneh. I dont know, Its really an unexplainable feeling. Unless your going through it. This weird phase of leaving one part of life and starting another: um, help. Ya its a scary thought but it'll all be okay. I know that, i just forget sometimes...I guess.

So thats mainly been where my mind has been at mentally everything else is the same old same: life, family, work, sitting around, reading occasionally, sleeping in till 2 pm and going to bed at 4 am.... ya pretty much. I dont know whats happened to my sleeping patterns this summer. One day i wont sleep a wink and the next I sleep half the day.

I dont know. but I think its time I hit the sheets, get some rest, take a break from my insanity, as my mind goes into subconcious mode.

night!