Waiting for a sign
You're blowing up my mind
I'm lonely and I'm lost without you
Searching for a line
To help the past rewind
Discovering what is and isn't true
Wanting to define
What am I in mankind
If you're not here then what do I do
Stars constantly align
What do I need to find
To make the time refresh and renew
Lonely is long, dark and silent,
But on My God I'll be ever reliant.
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Monday, December 8, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
The Oncoming Storm
I sit here on a cement block, but the world around me is far from industrial. Surrounded in green, the grass blows quietly in the breeze on an oncoming storm. The air is heavy, yet cool, attempting to relax my body to a sort of sleep as I write. My body sighs as I look around, gray and blue are relaxation colors. Small drops of mist fall from a gray cotton sky, comforting but at the same time somewhat ominous, like there is something behind the innocent drops. Rain is coming, approaching from the distance, and tension is building, but the world is quiet, enveloped in a sort of intense calm. Everyone is waiting in silence, listening, for the storm to come and pass.
I love the short time before a storm, the atmosphere is relaxing to me and seems to fend away my stress. This is curious, considering the sky is building up to a storm, waiting to be led out. Occasionally I think the clouds predict my feelings, often the sky opens up when I’m feeling my worst. I become the conductor of water bound in wind, and my attitude becomes the rain. I feel a stronger connection to rain than I do to sunshine, life is not always bright and vibrant, but can be dark and seemingly colorless. Rain is always constant, and so the feeling of rain is more relatable to me.
Waiting for a rainstorm is like waiting to cry. As the world is covered in gray, you anticipate the tears, but fight them, not wanting to admit that side of yourself. But when they come, you sigh, experiencing exponential relief, and the sky is released from its waiting. Perhaps this is why we love rain when we are sad, and why we feel we control rain. It is nearly a substitute for tears, we sometimes feel better after seeing rain, because the water from the sky brings a sort of freshness that gives us hope. It is almost as if the Earth cries for you, as if it feels your pain and wants to sooth it.
The smell of rain is ten times stronger now, the mist is heavier - the rain storm is coming any moment. The world waits with one feeling, the anticipation of the rainstorm. The atmosphere is a blurred painting made up of blue and gray, and the mist makes the Earth look seemingly like an impressionists painting. It makes me wonder what the view is like from a tree top. Would it appear more abstract? I hurry up and pack up my books and pencil, not wanting my things to get wet. I sniff as I stand up - the smell of rain is almost as breathtaking as the smell of an old book. Deep breaths to take in the smell before I leave. Rain is beautiful, I think, and I would stay in it forever if I could.
I love the short time before a storm, the atmosphere is relaxing to me and seems to fend away my stress. This is curious, considering the sky is building up to a storm, waiting to be led out. Occasionally I think the clouds predict my feelings, often the sky opens up when I’m feeling my worst. I become the conductor of water bound in wind, and my attitude becomes the rain. I feel a stronger connection to rain than I do to sunshine, life is not always bright and vibrant, but can be dark and seemingly colorless. Rain is always constant, and so the feeling of rain is more relatable to me.
Waiting for a rainstorm is like waiting to cry. As the world is covered in gray, you anticipate the tears, but fight them, not wanting to admit that side of yourself. But when they come, you sigh, experiencing exponential relief, and the sky is released from its waiting. Perhaps this is why we love rain when we are sad, and why we feel we control rain. It is nearly a substitute for tears, we sometimes feel better after seeing rain, because the water from the sky brings a sort of freshness that gives us hope. It is almost as if the Earth cries for you, as if it feels your pain and wants to sooth it.
The smell of rain is ten times stronger now, the mist is heavier - the rain storm is coming any moment. The world waits with one feeling, the anticipation of the rainstorm. The atmosphere is a blurred painting made up of blue and gray, and the mist makes the Earth look seemingly like an impressionists painting. It makes me wonder what the view is like from a tree top. Would it appear more abstract? I hurry up and pack up my books and pencil, not wanting my things to get wet. I sniff as I stand up - the smell of rain is almost as breathtaking as the smell of an old book. Deep breaths to take in the smell before I leave. Rain is beautiful, I think, and I would stay in it forever if I could.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Faito ka shinu (Fight or Die)
Faito ka shinu (Fight or Die) For Shingeki no Kyojin
It’d be better if you weren’t my friend
After all we all die in the end
Am I really just only a story?
Why should all of us take that as glory?
To fight is all that we know now
To kill is something we all vow
A dream is something forgotten
This sorrow is all that we’ve gotten
This nightmare seems never ending
But I know what I am defending
The wall we once used to flee
Will soon mark the start of the free
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Silence
Somewhere I lost my dream
Now I just sit here in silence
My hope has lost its gleam
Now there is nothing but silence.
It’s like I've got off a train
And suddenly now there is silence
I’m standing still in this rain
And somehow that too is just silence.
There’s never a window to night
With no light of course there is silence
And I've lost my reason to fight
It’s like I’m embracing this silence
Now I just sit here in silence
My hope has lost its gleam
Now there is nothing but silence.
It’s like I've got off a train
And suddenly now there is silence
I’m standing still in this rain
And somehow that too is just silence.
There’s never a window to night
With no light of course there is silence
And I've lost my reason to fight
It’s like I’m embracing this silence
My own solitary thought is my home
Grey is the color of silence
Isolation is the name of my throne
I think I’m in love with this silence
When you’re alone,
Silence is all you know
Grey is the color of silence
Isolation is the name of my throne
I think I’m in love with this silence
When you’re alone,
Silence is all you know
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