Monthly Archives: September 2012

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

T. S. Eliot

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Tugged the moon into the ground; turned this bedroom inside out tonight.

Pitter pat, the angel on my shoulder is haunting me tonight. Tick tock, the clock is getting louder, waiting for me to decide.

I personally believe that if you have will power, you can achieve anything. Everyone I know, that is either sad or angry, has no will power. You need will power to get over a bad relationship; to finally decide to stop having contact with that person and not give in. You need will power to make yourself look and feel better; to start working-out and stop procrastinating. But most importantly, none of this can be done without patience. Expecting results instantly will leave you desperate. And that’s where everybody‚Äôs downfall is.

You put up walls and paint them all a shade of gray
And I stood there loving you and wished them all away
And you come away with a great little story
Of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you

Oh what a shame, what a rainy ending given to a perfect day
Every smile you fake is so condescending
Counting all the scars you made
And now that I’m sitting here thinking it through
I’ve never been anywhere cold as you