To write or not to write
It's why I'm always up late at night
Thinking, dreaming, painting pictures
Of the vast blackness in my mind
To move the brush and summon the words
Has become a chore and far too much work
The colors don't come through and the sights go unseen
The vision I once had remains ever fleeting
But I'll sit here during the night
Hoping to grasp a beautiful landscape
From the innermost blackness in my mind
Tell Me What is Wrong by LinkStrifeLeonhart, literature
Literature
Tell Me What is Wrong
Tell me what is wrong,
What is right.
Maybe I should keep it all hidden,
Tell only lies.
It works for other people,
But isnt really me.
Why is being true to myself
Bringing only misery?
It should be simple,
Maybe even easy.
What I do should create a spark,
And with time connect our hearts.
It doesnt work that way,
Somethings always missing.
What part of my approach,
Always sends me back fishing?
To try again is something
That everybody says.
They say do it differently
But they dont seem to realize
If I change my way
I stop being me.
Tell me what is wrong,
What is right.
N
I could write a love song about you
The one I hold so dear
But that would be useless
For I could never make it clear
Poetry in motion, poetry in thought
Nothing I write could match your elegance nor ought
Short of sacredness, short of sin
Maybe Im the one the fool has all along been
A rhyme scheme for my heart
A sad time when we depart
Nevermore for day to day
Nevermore for jovial wordplay
Perhaps Ive known it all along
Perhaps youve known it, too
I sit here and realize
That my love song is you
To have everything go correctly,
To have everything go to plan,
That is to leave no surprises.
That is to take away our nature.
Mankind is built on mistakes.
We make them then learn,
We make them then grow,
We make them then adapt.
Most of all, we make them to be human.
Yet we grieve to be perfect
We strive to achieve something,
A concept foreign to our very beings.
We reject ourselves and hurt inside.
Its a pain we all feel
Whether its to emulate an ideal,
Whether its to be the best,
Whether its to know everything,
We all commit to paths we know are impossible.
Yet we still commit.
Maybe the reason
This is not a story about me.
No, this is a story about you.
You bring to me much love and hatred.
You bring to me much glory and strife.
You talk in twisted riddles.
You walk with whimsical delight.
I could match you step for step,
I could match your every word.
Then one day I turned and faced it,
Those dormant feelings you perturbed.
If only you could see you through my eyes,
Youd know why my heart skips a beat.
Maybe if I could see me through your eyes,
I might find where we truly do meet.
But this is a story about you.
Whos to say Im a part of it?
You have yet to give me a role
That you find is my best f
To write or not to write
It's why I'm always up late at night
Thinking, dreaming, painting pictures
Of the vast blackness in my mind
To move the brush and summon the words
Has become a chore and far too much work
The colors don't come through and the sights go unseen
The vision I once had remains ever fleeting
But I'll sit here during the night
Hoping to grasp a beautiful landscape
From the innermost blackness in my mind
Tell Me What is Wrong by LinkStrifeLeonhart, literature
Literature
Tell Me What is Wrong
Tell me what is wrong,
What is right.
Maybe I should keep it all hidden,
Tell only lies.
It works for other people,
But isnt really me.
Why is being true to myself
Bringing only misery?
It should be simple,
Maybe even easy.
What I do should create a spark,
And with time connect our hearts.
It doesnt work that way,
Somethings always missing.
What part of my approach,
Always sends me back fishing?
To try again is something
That everybody says.
They say do it differently
But they dont seem to realize
If I change my way
I stop being me.
Tell me what is wrong,
What is right.
N
I could write a love song about you
The one I hold so dear
But that would be useless
For I could never make it clear
Poetry in motion, poetry in thought
Nothing I write could match your elegance nor ought
Short of sacredness, short of sin
Maybe Im the one the fool has all along been
A rhyme scheme for my heart
A sad time when we depart
Nevermore for day to day
Nevermore for jovial wordplay
Perhaps Ive known it all along
Perhaps youve known it, too
I sit here and realize
That my love song is you
To have everything go correctly,
To have everything go to plan,
That is to leave no surprises.
That is to take away our nature.
Mankind is built on mistakes.
We make them then learn,
We make them then grow,
We make them then adapt.
Most of all, we make them to be human.
Yet we grieve to be perfect
We strive to achieve something,
A concept foreign to our very beings.
We reject ourselves and hurt inside.
Its a pain we all feel
Whether its to emulate an ideal,
Whether its to be the best,
Whether its to know everything,
We all commit to paths we know are impossible.
Yet we still commit.
Maybe the reason
This is not a story about me.
No, this is a story about you.
You bring to me much love and hatred.
You bring to me much glory and strife.
You talk in twisted riddles.
You walk with whimsical delight.
I could match you step for step,
I could match your every word.
Then one day I turned and faced it,
Those dormant feelings you perturbed.
If only you could see you through my eyes,
Youd know why my heart skips a beat.
Maybe if I could see me through your eyes,
I might find where we truly do meet.
But this is a story about you.
Whos to say Im a part of it?
You have yet to give me a role
That you find is my best f
Favourite genre of music: Most music Favourite style of art: Most MP3 player of choice: Windows Movie Player Shell of choice: Koopa Wallpaper of choice: None
Over this break I might just work on some drawings or write some stuff. Depends on how much inspiration I get. Perhaps catching up with Kimi Ni Todoke will do just the trick.
I'm updating this journal because I feel like doing random things at the moment since I am bored. I might or might not have something written up within the next hour or so since I am really that bored that I'll turn to forcing myself to write something.
I feel like updating but I don't know with what. I just am not in the mood anymore to do artsy stuff, I guess. No writing has come to me in forever, but that's probably because I have no... inspiration anymore.
Bummer.