Why can’t I be me?

Why must I be whats forced to be?
Who put the rules in place for me
No one ever asked me
Why can’t I be me?

How come I can’t wear what I want?
Play with toys I decide I like?
Feel safe in my own space?
Why can’t I be me?

When did this world change?
To follow stupid conventions made?
Who would follow them seriously?
Why can’t I be me?

All I want is to be myself
Do all the things I want
Then pass to the next a peaceful soul
Why can’t I be me?

Whispered words, passed ignored.

NB: This is sad, and how I feel sometimes. People purposely avoid me, I always try my best. I spend a lot of time upset  trying to understand why… or at least I use to, so far have no answers.

Among the chatter
Feeling so alone
I whisper words
That pass ignored
Afraid and Confused
If I’m alive
No one says
To confirm, deny
Panic sets in
While questioning life
Am I real?
No voice replies…

They continue on
Like I’m invisible
A lost shadow
Or wandering ghost.
I try again
To no hope
So I fold
Give into dark

Whats the point
feeling so dead…
So I slip
Far far away
They don’t notice
While I fade

And quietly those
Ignoring my calls
Fade to distance
As tears flow
To never return
My fate decided
In my end
Death is life

Forever and a day

Forever and a day
My friendship will stay
Never be in fear
That I will not be here
For even if I pass
I will be close to your heart
Watching over you always
And sending you my love

Dreams Do Come True

NB: If you see spelling mistakes let me know :)

Many moons ago
When the world seemed so large
I had a dream while staring high
About a world much like our own

The only change was I was older
The world around seemed so small
And beside me was an angel pure
A being so beautiful no words could describe.

And here I sit staring high once more
Thinking of that dream in smile,
For I truly believed dreams were fantasy
Just Meaningless thoughts, whispered, lost.

Yet as I look around this day
I realize my dream came true
For in my life that angel exists
So beautiful, so You.

So I Thank you from deep in my heart
For not just being in my life
But prooving me wrong like many times before
For teaching me to hold onto hope

Know I love you and always will
Be patient if I seem so distant
For I may just be thinking of other dreams
That perhaps you can help come true.

~Sealed with Love~

Wars

The truth is apparent,
Civility is all but gone;
The souls of the fallen are to be forgotten,
The wars dehumanized and vile
Now fought against the hand of the Gods,
Victory and defeat don’t matter anymore,
Now they are meaningless thoughts.
Beauty was lost an age ago.
A forgotten chivalrous code.

Poem I wrote for Laura :)! With a secret message in it.

NB: This is a poem I wrote for Laura, and I thought I would post it here. I hid a secret message in it :) Its a bit long though!

To my friend Laura
My favoritest friend of all!
Wonderifical in every way!
Friend and gentle soul.
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Little note on the end of an email.

In the dark when I’m afraid
Your love keeps me safe each day
So when you find yourself alone
Remember my love is with you as well.

My Eyes

My Eyes

My eyes have seen a lot of pain
Corrupt people of every form
To shut them brings up memories
Memories I have tried but haven’t forgotten
The blood their seen at times brings tears,
Death doesn’t phase them anymore
To sleep with them open is all I can do
Watchful of the door
Cursed forever am I
In prayer the darkness doesn’t creep
The end sometimes I wonder
Would it be better than this.

The Loaded Gun Philosophy – DARK

NB: I am not sure how old this is, it is very long and very dark and a bit sad. I am not sure why I wrote it. Feel free to comment on this one and let me know what you think. It was saved in my computer as The Loaded Gun Philosophy and I think it might be part of a story from when I tried to write about a character I saw in a  movie? Or a animation? Its hard to remember.

The Loaded Gun Philosophy

Happiness, joy; Are just words for me
And they might have had some meaning if I was free
If only someone told me that things could change
It might be different this very day
But trapped to a soulless body forever
To wonder around on strings dangling over-
I am very alone

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Memories of the Immortal Man – STORY

761 words – Memories of the Immortal Man

NB: This was my entry into the one day short story competition for the Christchurch Art Gallery! We only had 8 hours to make the story it started at 9:00am and ended at 5:00pm (I think) the rules were we had to use various things from these lists to write the story. My friend Monty helped me figure out how to do the editing just 30 minutes before I had to hand it in.

I was a bit sad that the winning entry wasn’t even a story it was just a list… basically the person wrote a list of reason to travel. Or something. I didn’t understand it and I think others didn’t either.

http://library150.com/Competitions/OneDayShortStory/

You can read the winning entries there. This is my entry, its not very good or as good as the winning ones. But I did try.

Memories of the Immortal Man

There he lay, in dreams and dismay that the world had changed within his days. He looked so old, so tired and worn, a statue unfinished abandoned by its crafter. His age was question, a hundred or a thousand? And upon his face scars were worn. His eyes so fair as if a Gods full of stories, few tears could he shed for his tiring existence. He was after-all immortal.

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