Bittersweet, this year has been.
I’ve felt my heart grow weary and my mind old.
Everytime I think about it.
A tear falls from my eye.
Sometimes I wish I could take all of your pain away.
What I wouldn’t give. God, there is nothing I wouldn't sacrifice.
The little I can do,
Is promise that...
Everday of my life, I will be there for you,
No matter what.
Everyday I will be the best person I can be,
Just for you.
Everything I am,
Is because of what you have made me.
I will never stop being grateful for all that you have given me.
And I swear to never give up because of this.
Although sometimes I fall very hard.
I will never fail.
Because your love is like the oxygen,
That keeps me breathing.
You are my everything.
I love you, Mum.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Those days when doing nothing felt like nothing did before.
I found a box of letters lying on the ground.
Remember when you wrote to me, before it all went down.
I even got a papercut, trying to figure out, what to do with all these memories.
Because you're not who you used to be and I wonder where you've gone?
Remember all those hours, laughing on the floor?
Those days when doing nothing felt like nothing did before.
What I'd give for an old message or call.
Because we're not who we used to be. And I wonder where we've gone.
I found that box of letters.
They used to make me smile.
But now I feel so lonely.
Have you fallen in a black hole?
Something there's a universe of missing stuff?
What happened to the good times?
What happened to the moments when we felt so much?
Where's the love?
Have you fallen in a black hole?
Remember when you wrote to me, before it all went down.
I even got a papercut, trying to figure out, what to do with all these memories.
Because you're not who you used to be and I wonder where you've gone?
Remember all those hours, laughing on the floor?
Those days when doing nothing felt like nothing did before.
What I'd give for an old message or call.
Because we're not who we used to be. And I wonder where we've gone.
I found that box of letters.
They used to make me smile.
But now I feel so lonely.
Have you fallen in a black hole?
Something there's a universe of missing stuff?
What happened to the good times?
What happened to the moments when we felt so much?
Where's the love?
Have you fallen in a black hole?
Here goes nothing
So since creating this blog in April, I have only made two posts... this is due to many reasons,
I'm one of those people when I begin writing I go on forever, I'll write poems short stories and diary exacts daily. But I also go through major periods when I stop and won't write for months.
Those months when I don't write are usually the months when I am disillusioned with life completely. Which is ironic in itself... all the best artists and poets in the world write their best work in the midst of their inner turmoil and confusion.
I write mostly in journals purely because I find I write most outdoors or on the bus, this is the first blog I've ever wrote sitting down on the internet. I also re-write or undo things I write and do out drafts until I feel the piece is adequate and finished.
At first, I wasn't sure how I felt about this site, these days I feel like everybodys soul is layed out on the internet. Between facebook and formspring and even last.fm... you know where your friends are going, what song they last listened too, even what they ate for breakfast before you even get to ask. Which takes the excitement and mystery out of life. Nothing ever seems to happen "by chance" anymore.
Although, through reading others blogs I've gotten alot of enjoyment, I've seen a different side to a few people I know, the intriguing side they don't show when I am out with them :)
So here goes nothing, the first three blogs I'll be uploading after this are not new ones, I am going to have a rummage through my journal and see which ones I want to upload :)
Peace,
Keelin x
I'm one of those people when I begin writing I go on forever, I'll write poems short stories and diary exacts daily. But I also go through major periods when I stop and won't write for months.
Those months when I don't write are usually the months when I am disillusioned with life completely. Which is ironic in itself... all the best artists and poets in the world write their best work in the midst of their inner turmoil and confusion.
I write mostly in journals purely because I find I write most outdoors or on the bus, this is the first blog I've ever wrote sitting down on the internet. I also re-write or undo things I write and do out drafts until I feel the piece is adequate and finished.
At first, I wasn't sure how I felt about this site, these days I feel like everybodys soul is layed out on the internet. Between facebook and formspring and even last.fm... you know where your friends are going, what song they last listened too, even what they ate for breakfast before you even get to ask. Which takes the excitement and mystery out of life. Nothing ever seems to happen "by chance" anymore.
Although, through reading others blogs I've gotten alot of enjoyment, I've seen a different side to a few people I know, the intriguing side they don't show when I am out with them :)
So here goes nothing, the first three blogs I'll be uploading after this are not new ones, I am going to have a rummage through my journal and see which ones I want to upload :)
Peace,
Keelin x
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