Fears
How can it be that you can miss
what you have never known?
How can it be that you can grieve
what light has never shown?
The fear I hide, deep inside
uncertainty has grown.
And in the end, yet once again
I know I’m all alone.
Time and time again I feel
as if my heart will never heal.
Time and time again I try
but broken wings can never fly.
Time and time again I fall
and wonder why I try at all.
The fear inside won’t let me be
The pain I hide won’t let me see
I’m trapped by my uncertainty,
Reflecting what’s inside of me.
How can it be that you can lose
what never was your own?
How can it be you mourn a death
of what was never sown?
Every day, I run away
to hide my heart in stone.
But in the end, though I pretend,
I know I’m still alone.
Time and time again I feel,
as if my wounds can never heal.
Time and time again I cry,
yet fear the longing for the sky.
Time and time again I crawl,
pretending not to hear the call.
The fear inside won’t let me be
The chains that bind won’t set me free
I’m trapped by insecurity,
Reflecting what’s inside of me.
Light in Darkness, Dark in Light
Neither wrong, yet neither right
I stand alone against the Night,
To dare my broken wings in flight.
© Talathar 6/30/06
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Just a Few Random Observations...
"Shrugging is the beginings of Wisdom" says the fortune from the fortune cookie.
...umm... yeah, I dun believe it. 'Cause I shrug ALL THE TIME, dernit. And it dun make me no more smarter or wiser than before.
Thus, the cookie lies. For this crime, it will be punished by being consumed by angry (and hungry) tarus.
*munch munch*
__________
...okays, there's just something strange about walking down the street on a bright Tuesday morning on the way to work, and nearly tripping over a discarded pair of men's briefs laying strewn in the middle of the street.
I mean, granted, it's been really REALLY hot over the past few days. And until tonight, there hasn't even been much relief at night.
But... really...running nekkid through the streets? Isn't that going just a BIT too far? Just a little?
o_0;;
__________
THANK GOD FOR THE COOL BREEZE TONIGHT!
__________
My computer seems to hate me. It doesn't want me to play games. At least, not MMORPG's. Which sucks. Hopefully it won't be too expensive to fix... I hope it doesn't, anyway. I kinda NEED the computer to work for gaming... as I kinda use that as a way to hang out with certain people... who live far away... and in a different time zone... >_>
But... heh... at least there's AIM, I guess. ^^;
__________
Okay, so I listen to alternative music. AND I listen to some J-Rock and J-Pop. But sometimes, mixing the two is NOTARU A GOOD IDEA!
I just listened to an alternative J-Rock band's interpretation of Nirvana's "Smells like Teen Spirit" in that new-kinda "We can sing in english GOODS" kind of thing that seems to have taken the Japanese by storm lately.
...
...
...
...my brother's response was, "Eh, no one can understand the words to that song anyway, so it's okay..."
... XD
...umm... yeah, I dun believe it. 'Cause I shrug ALL THE TIME, dernit. And it dun make me no more smarter or wiser than before.
Thus, the cookie lies. For this crime, it will be punished by being consumed by angry (and hungry) tarus.
*munch munch*
__________
...okays, there's just something strange about walking down the street on a bright Tuesday morning on the way to work, and nearly tripping over a discarded pair of men's briefs laying strewn in the middle of the street.
I mean, granted, it's been really REALLY hot over the past few days. And until tonight, there hasn't even been much relief at night.
But... really...running nekkid through the streets? Isn't that going just a BIT too far? Just a little?
o_0;;
__________
THANK GOD FOR THE COOL BREEZE TONIGHT!
__________
My computer seems to hate me. It doesn't want me to play games. At least, not MMORPG's. Which sucks. Hopefully it won't be too expensive to fix... I hope it doesn't, anyway. I kinda NEED the computer to work for gaming... as I kinda use that as a way to hang out with certain people... who live far away... and in a different time zone... >_>
But... heh... at least there's AIM, I guess. ^^;
__________
Okay, so I listen to alternative music. AND I listen to some J-Rock and J-Pop. But sometimes, mixing the two is NOTARU A GOOD IDEA!
I just listened to an alternative J-Rock band's interpretation of Nirvana's "Smells like Teen Spirit" in that new-kinda "We can sing in english GOODS" kind of thing that seems to have taken the Japanese by storm lately.
...
...
...
...my brother's response was, "Eh, no one can understand the words to that song anyway, so it's okay..."
... XD
Sunday, June 25, 2006
GAH!
Hot! It's so hot! Too hot!
Bleh! Ick!
Blarg!
Heat in the 90's. No wind, no soothing ocean breezes to take away the insidious heat. Just hot, hot, and more hot. Icky, sticky, dogged heat, making everything miserable.
Worse, I can't even take solace by playing on the computer - the heat seems to be effecting the graphics card performance.
...But at least I can get online and chat with folks. And post. And maybe do a bit of writing. And stuff. Just no gameage.
I just hope these problems are just heat-related, and not something in my computer going bad. I don't know what I'd do without my computer... ;_;
Bleh! Ick!
Blarg!
Heat in the 90's. No wind, no soothing ocean breezes to take away the insidious heat. Just hot, hot, and more hot. Icky, sticky, dogged heat, making everything miserable.
Worse, I can't even take solace by playing on the computer - the heat seems to be effecting the graphics card performance.
...But at least I can get online and chat with folks. And post. And maybe do a bit of writing. And stuff. Just no gameage.
I just hope these problems are just heat-related, and not something in my computer going bad. I don't know what I'd do without my computer... ;_;
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Viral Poetry vs. Misc. Music...?
C. Marlow has currently taken up residence in a small portion of my brain. An unwanted tenant at the best of times, he is, at the moment, something more than an unsufferable annoyance of the highest caliber. And yet, finding the correct means of evicting this stubborn vagrant is most vexing. Try though I might, the words continue to echo silently in my thoughts, finding ways to creep past my defenses and seeping back into my brain, tainting all it touches with pretension and self-important vanity.
...dammit, as if viral SONGS weren't bad enough... now I got annoying poetry stuck in my head! ARGH!
Ah well, in an attempt to purge this scourge from my brain, I am resorting to the power of music. Specifically, rather loud music of the alternative stripe.
...sadly, it's not completely helping.
R.E.M. is singing about the end of the world. There are Men Without Hats dancing about and crashing a Ren Faire. Sting is stalking someone, and The Police aren't doing anything about it.
Meanwhile at the Oasis, someone is watching a Champagne Supernova in the sky. And speaking of Champagne, I think that Iron Butterfly there had a little TOO much... I can't quite understand what he's saying...
Beck is calling himself a Loser again, and Garbage sings about being happy only when it rains. 311 has a story You Wouldn't Believe. Speaking of stories and Fairytales, Jack Johnson is crooning about Inaudible Melodies.
Creed is asking for someone to take them up to a place with golden streets. But Audioslave replies, forget it, we IS the Highway, not some carpet ride.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are postitive the Gold Lion is gonna tell them... something. But the Kings of Leon just kept talking about someone being a World Class Suicide.
Rob Zombie is screaming about the American Witch, and the Queens of the Stone Age are shouting back something about a Hanging Tree.
Off to the side, Los Lonely Boys ask how far is it to Heaven.
The Raconteurs are advising to keep things Steady as She Goes, while Nickleback is asking if it's worth Savin Me. And Metallica is running over some kid's bed while the Sandman enters the room, while Hawthorne Heights is Saying Sorry.
But I'm still feeling rather blue, kinda Staind and So Far Away...
...and someone is singing about the Hero of Canton... o_0;;
...okays, think it's time for this taru to go to sleepies...
...as soon as I pelt that damnable shepard-spawning Marlow with rubber bands of much hurtiness... -_-;;
...dammit, as if viral SONGS weren't bad enough... now I got annoying poetry stuck in my head! ARGH!
Ah well, in an attempt to purge this scourge from my brain, I am resorting to the power of music. Specifically, rather loud music of the alternative stripe.
...sadly, it's not completely helping.
R.E.M. is singing about the end of the world. There are Men Without Hats dancing about and crashing a Ren Faire. Sting is stalking someone, and The Police aren't doing anything about it.
Meanwhile at the Oasis, someone is watching a Champagne Supernova in the sky. And speaking of Champagne, I think that Iron Butterfly there had a little TOO much... I can't quite understand what he's saying...
Beck is calling himself a Loser again, and Garbage sings about being happy only when it rains. 311 has a story You Wouldn't Believe. Speaking of stories and Fairytales, Jack Johnson is crooning about Inaudible Melodies.
Creed is asking for someone to take them up to a place with golden streets. But Audioslave replies, forget it, we IS the Highway, not some carpet ride.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are postitive the Gold Lion is gonna tell them... something. But the Kings of Leon just kept talking about someone being a World Class Suicide.
Rob Zombie is screaming about the American Witch, and the Queens of the Stone Age are shouting back something about a Hanging Tree.
Off to the side, Los Lonely Boys ask how far is it to Heaven.
The Raconteurs are advising to keep things Steady as She Goes, while Nickleback is asking if it's worth Savin Me. And Metallica is running over some kid's bed while the Sandman enters the room, while Hawthorne Heights is Saying Sorry.
But I'm still feeling rather blue, kinda Staind and So Far Away...
...and someone is singing about the Hero of Canton... o_0;;
...okays, think it's time for this taru to go to sleepies...
...as soon as I pelt that damnable shepard-spawning Marlow with rubber bands of much hurtiness... -_-;;