Mood

She walks along,
Having thoughts rumble in her head
She walks along,
Listening to the sounds that drive her to edge.
She tries to remember,
A happy conversation,
She tries to recall,
A day without a brittle.
He says she is just too moody,
And perhaps she is. . .
But she has found both,
Freedom and safety in her moodiness.
Freedom from loneliness,
Its her own haven.
And safety,
from being understood.
For those who understands her,
Also enslaves something in her.

Will

No pressure halted me. . .
I could have chosen what was 'right',
or what I felt was right for me.
I refused to be rushed,
so is it something I am supposed to be,
sorry for. . .
Deluded are those who expect,
others to sccumb down to their wishes. . .
Paranoid are those who search,
for flaws and faults, real or fictious. . .
Love, Friendship and trust are,
result of informed consent. . .
And I determine it through,
my knowlegde, self counsel and will. . .

Pic by: Deviant art

Long Road

The movie DeadMan Walking captured my fascination the first time I watched it and had remained as my all time favorite. Its a truly amazing movie that gives a very different insight to the heart of a criminal which makes one ponder over his actions and makes it difficult to be judgmental regarding him. The song Long Road by Eddie Vedder and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan in the movie expresses overwhelming emotions, captivating the attention of anyone that listens to it.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_x_ZNwjoWHs

and I wished for so long...
I cannot stay
All the precious moments...
Cannot stay
It's not like wings have fallen...
I cannot say

Without you something is missing...
I cannot say
Holding hands of daughters and sons
In their phase they're falling down
Down, down, down
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you again
Will I walk the long road?

I cannot stay
There's no need to say goodbye
Oh, the friends and family...
All the memories going round
Round, round round...
I have wished for so long...

How I wished for you today
And the wind keeps rollin'
And the sky keeps turning grey
And the sun is set

The sun will rise another day
I have wished for so long...
How I wish for you today
I have wished for so long...

How I wish for you today
Will I walk the long road?
We all walk the long road

10 Things I hate about You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

not even close.

not even a little bit.

not even at all.

This is one of the best poems from one of my favourite movies.. I was watching it lastnight and thought of blogging it. And then there is heath ledger... *sigh*

Confused soul

The drizzling kept me awake,
all night long. . .
but the disparity,
did not fizzle away. . .
It was just yesterday we met,
and you sang to me in my moodiness,
With your secret smiles. . .
hidden glances. . . . .
and astounding philosophy. . . .
But what now lays is utter confusion.
The empty spaces . . .
hollow mazes . . . .
A broken dream . . .
A bitter truth. . .
And now my soul searches itself,
for the answers still remains,
deeply hidden. . .
masked. . .
and unbelievably concealed. . .

Pic by: Deviant art - Fullmoon Fairy

Vision

Trapped in my minds eye,
is a vision I envisaged of you.
The future holds more mysteries,
than the past had displayed.
The path leading from you to me,
is a long narrow one.
Perhaps the dream will light,
color onto your existence.
And I hold onto myself,
with a vision,
a prayer...
a dream...
an illusion.

Pic by deviant art - Blackrose

Simple minds

Simple minds of others,
seem to remember me liking him.
Spring, summer, winter and fall.
I alter their thoughts,I alter their minds..
But what they don't know,
is the sadness that grips my heart,
and the pain that often binds,
when I wonder,
how it all started...
Pic by: deviant art - sleeping trinity