Dropped behind because there are just some things I dont want to see.

I know and I hear everyone else who are also whispering.

Discontent runs through us as a common theme

But sometimes you just got to nod and agree.

Living Free

Turned away from the morning sun and buried my eyes away from the glare
The piercing stare of reality.
Found a dark spot to gaze into as I traced the dancing dots with my mind
The alarm began to scream.
Tore my thoughts into little shreds then crammed them back where they belong.
The sheets were still warm.
Conformity from the minute I wake up to when I leave and no one will stare
The new day is dawn.
Dawning light. Pink clouds.
People rushing by who cannot see.
They never learnt the art of recognizing beauty.

Rushing home weary from the day of being pushed along by the masses
It's all the same to me
In and out, back again in this endless cycle of morning to evening
It's all a blur to me
From the east to the west there are a million houses with the same things
It's all a mystery
As I turned away from the day I sought refuge with my dreams
It's not how it's supposed to be
Blank voices. Hollow faces.
Deep shadows chasing happy endings.
Even the niche of paradise had been tainted clean.

Give me a signpost to a place where I can be living free...
Let me find a place where I won't be the one who's running...
Tell me, sisters and brothers that you believe in such a dimension
Off this planet, out of this world, where freedom exists...

One

Live a great deal of my life in my head.

This steady rhythm only punctuated by imagination
Sunrise, sunset, then sunrise again
A never ending revolution

Who's to say that tomorrow will be different from today
Who would tell me what to smile to?
The only difference from this light to the one before
Is that I don’t know if this night will happen

People rush by with their heads down
Don’t they see how the dawn paints the clouds?
What could’ve happened, so deadening
That all the beauty had been stripped of their world…
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Three Firsts

# First Leaf Fall

A river of leaves
A river of fire
Carpet, sea, drowning
The roots of maple trees

Blue skies bordered
White clouds frame
Brown earth engulfs
Another year's work

#First Rain

Tears running rivets
Down her cracked face
Through her bleached hair
Soaked into her shirt

It fed the waiting seeds
Filled the thirsty ways
Clothed with eve dew
Peeking green blades

#First Light

When the lady of night
Set foot beyond our world
Tumbled out her children
Three frivolous boys

They painted the sky
With pastel colors
And poured golden syrup
On their disc of day

A Cold Dose of Reality

He says he looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and
Who they believe him to be.

He says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be
And he's getting closer
To something he can't understand

Cuz there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
Climbed a ladder, there was nothing there
Now it's a long way down.
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How does it feel to hide behind bars coated with candy?
You can lick at the sugary sweetness but never taste bitter reality.
Pining away for a breath of fresh air when all you have is all you've known
The outside isn't that simple sweetheart, and you can't always stay with me
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I said good morning while you're saying good night and this mismatched conversation leaves the both of us confused.
For us it's more than just a kiss and a hug and a few sweet words, people who get along don't love.
Now I'm faced with this decision of deciding who I will be in your eyes.
You really can't love a person unless you know who they are inside.
I've said this before.
All the while, the person who stood by and just smiled leans futher away from my grasp.
I can't reach out.
What now?
The fact that the day is so young can be both good and bad.
Fear is something I'm not used to feeling this early on.
Wish you wouldn't dismiss me, or maybe it's just you've run out of words.
Suddenly I find that there is no such thing as a replacement for another.
And should these words find their way to your ear, know that nothing is ever for certain.
Perhaps we were too headstrong.

Hit List '10

1. Juniors... WATCH OUT, we're seniors now =D
2. Maths textbook. The cambridge must be DEFEATED
3. The LUK LUK. I'm getting you back for my bruises.
4. The turtle man. Steph WILL NOT defeated me in insults this year around.
5. the Kassar. Made me shorter from all the bopping.
6. The Glinny. Science is hell in the wrong hands!
7. Locker dictator. I'm scared now... *shift*
8.Shawty's like a melody in my head. You just lost the game. Goddamn
9. Tirra Lirra By the River. Bloody morbid chick.
10. Aaaaah, an age old war continues on. Me vs Pink
11. NSW. Who made up the goddam syllabus. WHY DO WE HAVE SO MUCH WORK
12. Piano. Enough said.
13. Tristan, before he gets me for always kissing Julia.