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Im Jon, i write about how i feel, it help unlock my thoughts and understand my mind. I only started writing poems and songs in October of 2005, when i realised it wasnt doing me any good to lock up emotions. Writing gave me a way to express myself of which i had never imagined before. But i get just as much pleasure from other people reading them as i do from writing them, if someone can relate to what i write and feel, well then i know that i am just as good(or bad) as anyother being. |
Out of Reach, but I'm not reaching out.
Further and further away, but you're not moving...
How could I be expecting this,
A disclosed love, but deathly kiss...
This winter chills me to my core,
I walk this path as a hundred times...
Watching life through evil eyes,
You sit, uptight, and despise...
I don't know the truths, but neither the lies,
But none of them are able to heal the pain inside...
Lost, alone, with no one near.
To die alone, a gripping fear...
It's so hard for words,
When no one is there...
Take the wheel,
Hit the bottle...
So there it was, the scene was set,
The lies, behold; turn remorse, regret...
So you feel the cold hard steel,
Your life with this gun...
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When the burden of life is growing to strong to bear, do not let it crush you, but share the load with someone else..many hands make easy work of such a load. |
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When i thought life had deserted me, i found i had deserted life first. |