a random selection...

Bipolar

How easily one changes from happy to sad..
Gets in the way of how they think
Can't concentrate when you get mad
I wonder what it feels like to have a constant plan
To be happy all of the time, even upset,
As long as it didn't change every second.
And what do you do to feel batter? eat, sleep, write
It doesn't make sense but it's better than picking a fight
This isn't even a song, just a poem reminding me
That Both happy and sad ais all i'll ever be...

Emotions cloud thoughts and processes of the brain
Oh, what i would give just to be normal again
I write these words because I have nothing better to do
Than spend my time thinking about you, it's distracting
That sounds so corny, so bland, so typical
But I mean the words I say, I'm not hypocritical
Do I use big words to confuse you or make you mad?
No, I do it because it feels better that there is a brain in my head
And I try to use it to its full capabilities...
Nothing matters if it's wasted on stupid things

one i wrote for my australian ex-lover

the chrysanthemum

under a tree, upon a hill, in the sun
that's where you'll find a blossom, the perfect one
with petas of white and a smell so sweet
an ideal way to symbologize the beauty
that lies within the treasure chest
in the secluded room in the furthes corner
of a house on the shore, where there are no calls of distress

whipsers of sentiments lie in wait
in wait to be heard by her ears, and her's alone
little notions of my love for her, like kissing the reciever
only hoping I could get to see her one day
to kiss the sweet, soft lips that set me ablaze
and melt my heart into a puddle, and leaves me in a daze......


(symbologize is no typo, its a boondock saints reference)