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Hello there beautiful people!
I hope you guys are all fantastic, and are enjoying your holidays as much as possible, i know i am enjoying the freedom however i have so much time on my hands that i dont know what to do with my time! haha so it's a catch 22 !
Anyways ive had an amazing week alot of positive stuff has been happening which is brightening up my day! seriously!
I havent felt so happy and content in a very long time! its a very strange feeling for me. However i am knocking on wood that this contentment isnt short lived as it has been in the past, so i am praying to the heavens above us that this time around my contentment lasts a very long time.. but if it doesnt then i am ready to deal with the feelings that come after that. But i am hopeful, although not hopeful enough to get my hopes shattered. Oh sometimes i don't make sense but the only way i know how to make sense is through writing! so i've written a sloppy poem i'll post it here until i read back on it and cringe and delete it. So i hope you like it, its so cheesy and so corny, but hey i'll let you form your own opinion hey? haha =) It's called:
Time sometimes heals nothing.
Time and time, as hard I tried
your name your face I could not despise
Your name embedded, in my thoughts
your face, my memory, it still haunts
Though the years have come and passed
my thoughts endlessly, you harassed
not a day- at any time
did you manage to slip my mind
With each and every passing day
my love for you won’t fade away
because I know deep inside
in your arms I wish to reside.
Like a child who’s lost its way,
my self control you took astray
Like a hostage, gun to head
my will and freedom I suspend
I hear them say love concurs all,
and I think right now my heart is full
to the rims with love and glee
Its all for you eternally.
Just one favour id like to ask
before I surrender my distrust
I ask you please with all I believe
don’t let this go, don’t let this leave.
I ask you please, to try your best
to make this work, to beat the test
the test of time, of love and life.
because right now im on your side
Dont let me down, im here for you
I beg you please just pull through
im on your team, just you and me
because no matter what we’ll always be.
<3
Aziza Sarkis
- Mood:
content - Music:That Beep- Architecture in Helsinki
My best entry would have to be week 7 .
http://zeezaar.livejournal.com/6055.html
I wish you all a safe break, see you all next semester! =)
- Mood:
blah - Music:Let It Be- The Beatles
I think you should let it go, this won’t be.
I’m not being harsh, It’s just me being true.
There will never be a me or a you.
you’re just a friend & nothing more
so if you could- just close the door,
on the hopes and dreams you had for us
because it won’t happen, please don’t make a fuss.”
“it’s alright” I reply, because I’ve been here before
I’m immune to this feeling, I’ve walked through this door.
It’s nothing new to me
so I’ll let it be.
“Are you okay?” they all flock to ask
“oh, I’m fine”, I reply, sliding on my mask.
With a grin, and a chuckle, I skip “happily” away.
Making it seem as though I’m tackling the day.
When all I want to do is grab a clock, and turn its demanding hands back
to the moment the truth slipped out, and change the plan- leave the cat in the sack.
But what’s done is done, there’s no more I can do.
Except dismiss the thoughts I had of you
burn that hope, and tear that hope away
and keep the hope the right one will come... one day
I need to find that bandaid I discarded before.
Because it seems I need it again, I need it once more...
-Aziza Sarkis
Week 12 Comment
(http://adrinee-v.livejournal.com/12539.h
Adrinee,
I love the fact that you've been able to incorporate a song into this poem! it's something ive been trying to do for a while but haven't been able to accomplish, well done!!
I also love the meaning behind this poem, it's not just a superficial poem- it has so much depth, more than one could possibly fathom.
you're speaking what's on everyones mind! we're so caught up in technology that it's borderline sickening!
I wonder what would happen if our phones and computers blew up? and they never knew how to fix them, and one day computers ceased to exist! i think we'd all go nuts! myself included!!
Great work! keep it up! =)
- Mood:
sad - Music:White Horse- Taylor Swift
I thought I’d give another style of poetry a go, seeing as a majority of mine are structured to rhyme. So here goes.
The Tear
She waits patiently,
waits, waits, waits.
Though nothing seems to come of this patience.
She still waits.
She stares into oblivion
her fantasies overcome her thoughts
followed by her hopes
and dreams.
Then one memory manages to escape.
And make its way into the present
she cringes, as she feels her heart break a little more
remembering him, his smile, his bright blue eyes, his hair, his embrace.
She swallows the lump forming in her throat
and pushes the acid back into her stomach.
Pushing his face back to where it belongs,
in her memory.
What a year, she whispers.
2007.
What a strange turn in events, she thinks.
She reaches up her hand, and wipes the escaped tear
the tear that represents what she wished she could have.
The tear that represents what she felt, in 2007.
The tear that represents what she lost.
The tear that represents him,
the tear that represents you., J.
-Aziza Sarkis
Comment for week 11
(http://emma-webster88.livejournal.com/6
Hey!!
I thought this poem was so adorable, it's so unstructured (in a good way) that it just oozes sincerity.
You manage to capture such a deep emotion, and it exemplifies immensely as i read it!
It's as though this is a personal letter to someone and i feel like i shouldnt be intruding on it!! which is a good thing because you've expressed yourself perfectly!!!
Keep up the great work Em ! =)
- Mood:
blank - Music:Hey Jude- The Beatles
Writing poetry has become addictive these days! It seems more often than not im interpreting my feelings into a poem, and im loving it. I hope you are too.
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I’ve found I harbor this feeling, which is way too hard to ignore.
Picture it like this: its 3am, you’re sleeping, and someone won’t stop knocking at your door.
It sounds like a tap drip, drip, dripping away in the night.
And it forces itself upon me like a bull being thrusted into a fight.
It’s a feeling, which brings with it others in tow.
Like the music’s beat, making me want to tap my toes.
I feel as though I’m certain about something in my life.
That for once, this feeling won’t harm me or lead me to any strife.
This feeling is one I cannot find words to explain.
It isn’t expected, isn’t black and white, but it also isn’t plain.
This feeling nestles itself in my mind.
But when the time comes for me to call upon it, it’s something hard to find.
It’s hard to find because, I don’t trust what it might do to me.
I feel it will lead me somewhere, somewhere I don’t want to be.
But does it make sense that this might just be what I need?
I might need this feeling to embellish my brain.
Much like the desert is thirsting for the rain.
Now, what if I open my mind to welcome this feeling?
How can I be assured that it won’t shred me to pieces, like a banana peeling?
How will I know it wants what’s best for me?
When the blinding darkness is all I can see.
This may not make sense to you, but that’s okay.
This is my struggle, my fight to see a better day.
My battle to know if this feeling is right or not.
If this feeling will make me either cold or hot.
If it will open my heart or lock it with a key.
Because this feeling wants us to be,
something more than meets the eye.
Something enormous, gigantic, something labelled as you and I.
(http://fentor.livejournal.com/17973.htm
There's something about this poem that is just so mysterious.
"Dreamer come hither!"
Something about the word dreamer that instigates so many mixed emotions. One that comes to mind is dissapointment- as many dreams tend to go astray in the journey of life, it feels as though the dreamer in this poem has had to undergo a similar fate. But then you read on and you hear words of encouragement such as:
"Listen not to the poisonous words,
Feel,
Touch on the pulse of life"
and
"Continue please,
For the salvation of us"
and all of a sudden you feel this urge to not let go of your dreams, and to never give up on making them come true!
It takes alot to make me feel this inspired by anything or one.
through reading this, you've made me feel like i dont want to give up on my dreams or aspirations, i want to fight for them exactly how the dreamer in this poem is.
Well done Rhys, I love reading your stuff. keep it up =)
- Music:Cold As You- Taylor Swift
(http://marcharper.livejournal.com/12381.h
Marc!
I especially loved
"Look at me,
now,
now,
now,
and see through my eyes."
the repitition is such a great tool to show the protagonists yearning to be acknowledged.
Keep up the great work!! =)
- Mood:
tired
two boys in one poem, both frustrations, in one poem.
two birds, with one fat stone. Can Romeo hurry up? far out.
Sink or Float?
No need for neon lights, the signs are there
and yes I can see them loud and quite clear.
Don’t waste your time proving me to be wrong,
because they’re blatantly obvious, I’m singing the wrong song.
You can’t be this deceiving, can’t be this untrue
because what I thought we could once be, doesn’t seem to suit you.
I think I was mistaken to think I might have been right
that for once in my life I mightn’t have to fight
fight the inevitable, fight the mundane
fight the fact you’re allowed to absorb my brain.
I thought this time around it would pan out differently
and your headspace could for a moment be absorbed by me.
I’ll collect my emotions which were wasted on you
and find someone else to hand them to.
Hopefully they’ll want them, like I thought you would
pass me that last piece of my heart, if you could.
Don’t think you can keep it, it isn’t yours.
Can’t you see the resentment seeping from my pores?
I’ll take it back and put it where it belongs
not in your grasp, not in your throng
I’ll hand it to another, one who will see
the true value, and worth of me
I won’t have to fight, this hard and this long
to get him to see what is right, rather than wrong.
Don’t bother to call me, I won’t answer my phone.
And don’t visit me either; you aren’t welcome in my home.
You’re not welcome in my heart or my mind too
I can’t see you again, you’re words were too untrue
so leave me alone and please just depart
take your stupidness with you and your ice cold heart
Pick that up on you’re way to making my life better.
What’s inside it I hear you ask?
Just one little tiny irrelevant task.
Open it now and read the note.
“Go out to sea and capsize your boat =) ”
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:Crazier- Taylor Swift
Rhys (http://fentor.livejournal.com/14830.html?v
This is definately one of my favourites.
I love how you've used all the similarities you can possibly think of to compare whats in two hearts.
It's lovely to read. Keep it up! =)
- Music:Hello- Beyonce
what a week. what a crappy crappy week.
what a good day to dig a hole and bury my head in it.
actually i think i did. i only came out to find out there is some awesome pig flu going around- and i woke up with morning with a runny nose.
i dont want to die of the pig flu. *stomps foot angrily*
enjoy the new poem. cos i have nothing to say about the tutes or whatever.
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It’s me.
The one you’ve been avoiding, religiously.
I thought we could be friends,
but that doesn’t seem the case.
Because every time I come near you, you say you want some space.
Dearest Love.
Which everyone wants to attain.
You seem to do me no good, except meddle with my brain
you misguide everyone to believe that you are something pleasant
but the hunt to find you serves us more than lessons.
Dear Love,
I think I should tell you I can’t help but feel jealous,
when I see you with others, and see how you make them feel zealous.
I always wonder why you can’t bring that to my life and fill it with more fun
to welcome you with open arms, and thank you for being the one.
Dearest Love
I hope that you’ll consider the endless possibilities if my life’s path you will enter
then I can say you and I are forever ever friendly
and my world you will centre every bit so gladly.
And you’ll make me smile and make me feel beyond outstanding.
Because dear love, it’s you I want, it’s you that I’m demanding.
- Location:TeeVee room.
- Mood:
predatory - Music:Dear Maria, Count Me In- All Time Low.
You know on christmas when you gear up to decorate the christmas tree, everythings out- the tree is out, its constructed, the tinsel is ready all the decorations are out and then you get out the lights, those little flashing lights which create such a magnificent glow when wrapped around the glorious christmas tree- but what is so unglorious about them is when theyre tangled. They tangle into such tight, constricted knots and you sit there for ages trying to untangle them, it gets so frustrating- and when theyre those spikey light bulbs its even more frustrating cos they hurt!. are you still imagining the ball of lights?, good, cos thats my head right at this moment in time.
its a ball of confusion. a ball of tedious, unwanted, stupid, mean, ugly confusion. and i can untangle only so much and i wish someone would help untangle my christmas light tangled head. lol.
but onto a lighter note, i went to market city the other day- when i really should have been doing one of my three assessments due first week back *sigh* and i stepped into this stall which sold alot of mystical stuff- incense sticks, mineral rocks etc, and it had this portrait that was hand painted and written on it was this thing called "The Paradox Of Our Age" by the Dalai Lama - I read this and got instant goosebumps because it is so true and so accurate and such an intellegent thing to say and it's sort of just shocking cos its a slap in the face and a MASSIVE call to reality. . let me know what you think of it! and if youve read it before.
its truely amazing, Here goes:
THE PARADOX OF OUR AGE
We have bigger houses but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts, but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness;
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet
the new neighbor.
We build more computers to hold more
information to produce more copies then ever,
but have less communication;
We have become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods
but slow digestion;
Tall men but short character;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It's a time when there is much in the window,
but nothing in the room.
The 14th Dalai Lama
- Mood:
confused - Music:Invisible- Taylor Swift
Lary! this is such an amazing, sincere poem! I love how you've translated these emotions into writing. reading it, i feel as if you're talking to me and telling me why this person is your hero!. It's honestly so adorable and as Lucy mentioned above you really have captured the essence of pure infatuation.
I love it!, keep up the amazing work! i'd love to see more of your stuff!! =)
(http://larissa-azzouni.livejournal.com/8
- Music:Mary's Song (Oh My My My) - Taylor Swift.
- Music:Thinking Of You- Katy Perry
Hi
so this morning I woke up around 7am... and usually I’d wake up to the rays of sunshine infiltrating my blinds and falling comfortably on my eyes, the heat from the rays would warm my senses and warm my heart, readying me for a new day!, however today was different- I woke up and it was dark- pitch black- DARK! I had to check my watch twice to finally realise that it was, in fact, 7am and time for me to get up for uni. I felt lost. I don’t know why, I just felt really lost- and it wasn’t only because of this morning, but lately I feel like so much has been happening that I haven’t been able to wrap my head around everything, for some reason I feel like I’m not only “lost” but I feel like I’m losing myself in all of the chaos, the chaos known as life you could say!. I feel as though I’m not the same person I was even a month ago, I feel like I’m changing and I don’t even know it. Is that normal? – Maybe that’s just what it feels like to “grow up” (and I use that word loosely). But all is well regardless and I still love my life and the people in it the same, if not more than I did before. But do you know what else I’ve found?-this awesome motivation for uni that wasn’t there before (Sorry MG, if you’re reading!) But the important thing is that my motivation is here now! I can’t explain these changes and I don’t know if I should be able to or not, but in a way I’m glad that I am changing because deep down, amongst all the confusion, I feel like I’m changing for the better, I feel that my sense of responsibility is growing and I’m okay with it!, really.. I am.
Also, I’m absolutely loving every moment of Charles Dickens’ Hard Time.
My GOD! What a book! I was reading it in the library today and kept having outbursts of laughter. I was reading chapter III (A Loophole) and I laughed out loud when he writes
“Not that they knew, by name or nature, anything about an Ogre. Fact forbid! I only use the word to express a monster in a lecturing castle, with Heaven knows how many heads manipulated into one, taking childhood captive, and dragging it into gloomy statistical dens by the hair!”
what a legend! This man is a legend!! I have never come across any individual with the ability to express them self in writing in such a magnificent way. I found it so funny because he was referring to Mr Gradgrind’s children, and saying that their father has not allowed them to live their childhood but has done anything in his power to ensure they live a life of academia because God forbid they know any other way, when we read on, (i.e., what we read in our lecture today) we realise how important an education is to Gradgrind (and most of society at that time, for that matter) through his belittling of Sissy Jupes fathers occupation in the circus.
ah I’m looking forward to read some more.
Happy Easter to you all!
God Bless!
Another one of my poems below!, just going on with the feeling lost.
comment’s appreciated! <3
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Have you seen this girl?
Excuse me kind sir, I’m looking for my friend.
The last time I ever saw her, she was skipping around that bend.
She wore a pink dress, with yellow sparkly shoes.
And she didnt stand so tall, probably the height of you.
Her hair was blonde, but now I think it’s red.
It falls down in soft waves comfortably framing her head.
Her eyes are beady brown, but seem to look lost.
However, she hasn’t been herself lately, and her sanity might be the cost.
She walked down here sir, I swear I saw her.
She walked down this ally way, and just turned that corner.
She’s disappeared though, and I don’t know where to look.
Because she always told me, this wasn’t how she wanted to end her book.
She hoped her book with end with this...
a happy ending strolling with a prince.
In a white long dress, and flowers in her hair.
While her family trailed be behind her throwing petals in the air.
She didn’t think it would end this way,
where time after time her hopes went astray.
Her aspirations, dreams were lost.
Trapped inside that rigid box.
Kind sir I don’t mean to babble, but I’m really worried.
Because she doesn’t really do this, she doesn’t leave this hurried.
She usually takes her time, basking in the breeze.
I wish I could go back, and make the time freeze.
Just so I can ask her where she would go
if the time came where she just didn’t know,
didn’t know any one or thing any more.
And all she wanted was to slam the door.
Slam it shut, and lock it tight.
Fading off into the night
in her dreams, plagued with fear.
Lost love, disappointment and despair.
Thankyou kind sir, please be on your way.
I don’t mean to keep you from commencing your day.
But my friend I need to find, oh how I wish I could read her mind.
Times like these I want to know, where oh where she could go.
Dearest friend where can you be?.
OH there you are, I see your reflection.
Wait a minute... That’s me...
-Aziza Sarkis
- Mood: depressed
- Music:The Special Two- Missy Higgins
Wow, Rhys this is so emotive.
my heart goes out to the man, you can feel his pain and his grief so vividly.
I love it, its really touching.
Great work, keep it up!!!!! =)
Hi :)
so im in a really reflective mood, which is nothing new to me, cos these days more often than not i find myself in a reflective mood and strangely enough my livejournal page (the same one i religously avoided last year) has become my outlet for that!! this space has become more than a assessment requirement for literature but more of a place where i can express myself, especially through my poems, which is something completely new to me!!!, and the response im gettting from my poems is something that practically astounds me!!!
anyway a few things have happened to me this week, though not exactly good, have been HUGE eye openers for me, and by that i mean its helped me sort out the roses from the thorns. I have also realised, this week, how important my friends are to me! most of you know i am an only child - so i dont have that brother/sister support system going for me, but i have been blessed, and when i say blessed, i mean TRUELY blessed to have some of the most amazing human beings in my life- My friends!! they mean more to me than i can ever possibly express and this week has proved how much i need them in my life, and how badly i never want to let them go !! and i pray to God that i can be a quarter of the amazing friend they have been to me!!
you guys know exactly who you are, and some of ya'll i've known less than others but that changes nothing! you guys mean more to me than i can ever comprehend and i love each and every one of you!!
i just finished writing a poem, mentioning a few of my friends and the qualities in them i adore. if it were up to me id write a poem about each and every friend i have, but that would go on for years! so just because maybe you arent referenced in this poem doesnt mean that you dont mean the world to me! because you know you do !! =)
here it goes!.. comments (always) appreciated !!
Angels
My saviours, my heroes, my angels without wings.
My surrogate siblings, the joy to my life they bring.
It’s unexplainable what they mean to me; there are no words to describe it.
But one day I want them to see, every little piece, every little bit.
One is my liberator, the voice of every reason.
She can rescue me from any dimness, during any season.
The other is an angel, his face can summon calmness.
His heart is full of gold, and a whole lot of kindness
another is like my sister, at birth we were separated.
I can’t imagine my life without her, she renders me elated.
The next one reads my mind, with one glance in her direction.
She’s the epitome of loyal, and helps my mind to function.
Then there are other two who always mean well, but don’t know how to show it.
But regardless of what happens, deep down ill always know it.
And after that is the one who loves her friends, beyond an explanation
and that love ill send her back, without any hesitation.
My saviours, my heroes, and my angels with no wings
I thank you each and every day, for all your understanding.
I thank you all for standing tall, always by my side.
And I’ll never forget all the help you each have supplied.
All the laughter, joy and tears, all at various expenses.
But some of the moments we have shared, they’ll never leave my senses.
I love you all beyond belief, in my hearts you’ll always stay.
But I pray to God our saviour, that we’ll always stay this way.
Because I don’t know what I’d do without you all in my life.
Each and every one of you, helping me through my strife
saving me from my self, time and time again.
And for that I owe you all, my saviours, my angels... my best friends.
- Mood:
grateful - Music:Hey Stephen- Taylor Swift
Hi :).
So remember that thing i said in my week 5 post about the snow globe? and how everything is calm and them BOOM, its all up in the air, well today was a perfect example of that :). I woke up and regardless of the stupid muggy weather i was really really happy, excited, really giddy, and then i got to uni, i was still happy, excited and giddy, then the universe decides, hey dudes, why is ziza so happy today?, lets stop that asap! and then someone grabbed my snow globe and shoook it really hard and then everything just went everywhere. UGHHH!!
So i started a poem a while ago because of something (aka someone) else, and today i decided to finish it.
p.s just before i post it, charles dickens was friken awesome, i'd always told myself i wanted to read his work!. It's amazing, so fast paced, so sattirical, so sarcastic, and so.. somewhat true! its the truth that you dont want to admit is true! haha. .
And another one bites the dust.
Another smacks the floor.
Leaving it a mess
and running for the door.
Another one comes through, which manages to catch his eye.
Another much better, than me myself and I.
I bet she has a smile, like a row full of sparkling diamonds.
And eyes, glistening green, in the shape of almonds.
Dimples pressed into her cheek, making her adorable.
While here I am, standing here, feeling so deplorable.
Feeling short of perfect, less than good for you.
When really what it may be is that she just fits that shoe.
What is it that she may have, that makes her so outstanding?
When I am here, petitioning, your attention I’m demanding.
You’re presence I want to be in.
My heart is yours for the taking.
But I don’t think you want it, and for that my heart is aching.
Take her one, I dare you to grasp it, clench it with your fingers.
I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a prince like you to hover around or linger.
Don’t worry about mine; it’s used to feeling this way.
I guess my heart will live, keep pulsating, to see another day.
It will keep beating as it did before.
Before you stepped into my vision path, my mind and so much more.
It will keep beating, fast and strong.
And it will keep on singing your song.
It will hum your melody high and loud.
But I’ll still walk, my head held proud.
No matter whom you choose, even if it’s not me.
I’ll keep on singing this melody.
Because I don’t really want to give up on me and you.
I don’t want to give up on something, I thought could be true.
So I’ll get a bandaid and patch up my little scar.
Because I know there’s a reason for everything, even for getting this far.
I’ll stick the bandaid on my beating heart.
And press rewind, press play, and begin again, right from the start.
Right from square one, straight from the get go.
From the second you walked my way, and at me you smiled a hello.
But it’s hard to see you knowing what I know.
Its hard to picture things back from the moment cupid said “go!” .
I’ll always wonder in the back of my mind.
What I could have done to make you mine.
But the universe works in mysterious ways,
and time may be on our side.
For we shall never know what the morning sun can hide.
Maybe I may look your way and that’s all you will need.
To tell yourself “hey that’s not right, she’s the one for me”.
Then you’ll walk my way, you’re own heart you’ll be clenching.
Strapping it on your sleeve, to stop someone from wrenching,
wrenching it out of place, because it’s just for me.
You’ll say “pretty lady can’t you see?, you’re the one I need”.
-Aziza Sarkis
- Mood: sad
- Music:White Horse- Taylor Swift
i find it amazing how one day things may be going one way, then the next day its like someone shook the globe and everything went flying everywhere!!, you know those snow globes? its like we're living in one of them and one day all the snow and glitter floating around the globe filled with water was sitting still, sticking to the base, and then God, or whoever you think it may be grasped it with all his might and just shook the snow globe and everything went everywhere. *sigh*
anywayyysss enough of my mopeing mopents... Lol.
This week i found it extremely interesting not only about what we were studying but who! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley! quite a woman of her time to be honest. I mean, she was in her 20's? and she had accomplished a whole lot more than what im probably going to accomplish in my 20's.. (hahaha). But with all seriousness, this girl married the Justin Timberlake of her era, and her parents were the Brangelina of the era, it's so cool if you think about it. When she wrote she used such passionate phrases, so many descriptive words, speaking of nature as something beyond magical and something so mesmerising it could be compared to a diamond, something which many hold in definite regard. So as im typing away i feel like sharing another poem i've just written, and when i say just i mean, the line popped into my head at 1am last night so i literally got up and wrote it out because had i not done so i wouldve forgotten it then kicked myself in the morning !, so i've just finished it and here it is.. (it's no where near as good as Mary's but hey, we cant all be good with words like her!)
Real Man
Two Boys, Not the same kind.
One in the heart, and one in the mind.
One who is right, the other who’s wrong.
But why do I keep on singing his song?
Why do I recall feeling that way?
When boy number two just wants to play
Boy number one, could be just that.
Whilst boy number two won’t tip down his hat.
No gentleman qualities does boy two attain.
While boy number one could’ve been written by Jane.
Mr Darcy his name could very well be.
And he could come around and rescue me.
Gallant on his horse. So large and white.
Rescuing me from that thing called night.
Then boy number two would glance at his reflection.
Damning that moment we parted directions.
Cursing the moment he let me go.
So then maybe, just maybe he may know.
My worth so dear and so very much true.
And know boy two, boy one could really have been you.
Had you become as real as he.
Or even slightly as real as me.
Had you taken a moment to look.
This ending here would’ve been our book.
Of romance, love, life and joy.
Our fairy tale ending, would’ve been a boy,
two little girls and a dog named mitten.
Had, number two, to the occasion you risen.
But that’s our future, not our present,
if my presence you might have mentioned
but boys will be boys and that’s a fact.
So number two, your memories ill push back.
Content with the statement you’re not for me.
Content with the fact, number one, might just be.
The one in my heart, I’ll pack you away.
“Follow your mind” they always say.
Or is it the other way around?
Why, though?, When my heart’s always the one that’s letting me down.
No No NO!!
Number one’s for me, and so much more.
Because he’ll come knocking on my door,
a bunch of roses in one hand, a smile, a wink
and the attitude of a REAL man.
- Aziza Sarkis
LJ comment
week 5.
Adrinee, i love your writing.
I love the repitition that you've utilised, it really sets the meaning of the whole day after day routine kind of thing in stone for me and makes it that much more memorable!!
keep it up, this stuff is great!!! =)
(http://adrinee-v.livejournal.com/9150.ht
- Location:Christian brothers lewisham staff room. On Prac =)
- Music:Been Waiting- Jessica Mauboy
It makes me laugh how productive and creative I get when I procrastinate doing my history assessment.
I was driving on my way to uni this morning for a study session in the library, and the first line of this one popped into my head and wouldn’t leave until I gave it some friends.
so here they are, Mr sunshine & Sir darkness, battling head to head.
haha.
enjoy, Comments appreciated.
The earth says hello.
Good morning Mr. Sunshine, It’s very nice to meet you.
Seems like more often than not, I meet what’s so beneath you.
Beneath you being what you don’t generate, the darkness so outstanding.
It reaches out, gets in my way and feels just so demanding.
Demands my attention, small and large, it doesn’t really matter.
All it wants, right now, is for me to think it is better.
Better than your warmth, your shine, the feelings that you bring.
When we glance up at you, we see the birds that sing.
They sing your praise high and low on outstretched feathered wings.
They don’t like it either, Mr. Sunshine, what sir darkness brings.
So I try to ignore the silence, every bit so piercing.
Instead I focus on your rays- my senses you are pleasing.
So Mr. Sunshine, dare I say? I prefer you a whole lot better.
Than sir darkness who hangs around ensuring we don’t receive your letter-
Your words of joy, happiness and warmth hindered by his presence.
Oh Mr Sunshine, how I wish sir darkness would rid us of his essence.
-Aziza Sarkis
Product of procrastination.
what it is about is pretty straight forward when you read it.
A girls struggle to fill a void in her heart.
I've used color for a purpose.
can you guess why?
comments appreciated!!
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Your song
She’s found the one who’s right for her, the one that’s from the list.
The list she made some time ago - to assure her he still exists.
she engraved in stone the qualities she wished he would possess.
It was as though the heavens opened, and the angels downward glanced.
They sent him to her, his aura beamed with light.
as if he would be her saviour, rescuing her from the night.
He, the one from her dreams, the apple of her eye.
The one her mother will adore and her father won’t ask why.
Because he knows, he sees it too, the happiness this one brings...
to his daughter’s life, he can hear the way his voice can make her heart sing.
but what if a glance from her, doesn’t have him feeling that same way?.
what if now, whats right for her, may not be right for him?
does she fight for what’s in her heart. Or leave it to a whim?
what happens when he passes her by and doesn’t stop to stare.
because she didn’t have that courage to tell him that she cared
I guess she’ll go back to that place, she wished he could’ve saved her from.
The place plagued with feelings ensuring one should not grow strong.
the place she wished she could depart, hand in hand with you.
calling you her hero, the one who bothered to pull her through.
- Music:Use Somebody- Kings Of Leon
No Lectures or Tutes today. =(
And I said.. Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you but you never come. Is this in my head?, I don’t know what to think.. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said "marry me Juliet you’ll never have to be alone I love you and that’s all I really know I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress.. It’s a love story baby just say Yes".
-Taylor Swift, Love Story.
- Music:Love Story- Taylor Swift
