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16:17 The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person has to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall. |
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sometimes we have to face our biggest fear in order to move on
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others will tell you
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if you've been called a horse once, it's nothing twice… it's "normal" but if it happened a third time, then you start thinking maybe, it’s time to shop for some horseshoe(s) or something like that
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majority always wins they dictate the society and set the standard and if you fall out of the box it's time to think maybe you just don't fit in and who's fault is that
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I'm trying to walk up the stairs My hands are snatchin' at the slivers of light I'm stickin' to the steps Each one a release From the place below I'm on a mission On the hunt for clean Clear vapour skies 'Cos I'm choking on my own I need some air The dark skies behind me Begging you to scrape off, your disco paint It's open to the night And I'm sick as a hospital And empty factories You look so tiny, so very unimportant I'm nearly there, and everything feels fine Don't wanna look behind me Don't wanna look beneath me High above piss city Watch the pigs-ear people All dead in their drows Some suffer in silence Someone sparks Some gorge sucking on silicone I've got the urge to jump Watch life whizz by Fast foward flash But hold on boy I feel...alive
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SLOW DAYS FALLING, ONE BY ONE IT IS AN ENDLESS CYCLE ALL THINGS AROUND ME ARE HOLDING THEIR BREATH IT IS SPEECHLESS, I WONDER I BUILD UP WALLS OF THOUGHTS TO KEEP THIS PAIN OUT IT IS SO HARD TO IMAGINE YOU ARE SOMEWHERE ELSE LIKE A TIGHTROPE WALKER, A SILENT TALKER I STOP BELIEVING EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT A SILENT SCREAM IS CRAWLING TO GET OUT FEEDING ON THE ANGER FEEDING ON THE PAIN IT IS TRAPPED WITHIN IT IS THE STATE I AM IN
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fear I guess is a primal feeling which we have little control it appears suddenly and mostly uninvited we can tame or suppressed it but not totally i guess i don't fear God i find that i have no reasons to do so
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yeah i used to fear my father and like with him i always try to obey God rules as it have been taught to me btw great original recent blog of yours
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12/11/2008 8:20 am |
need not a rope i guess but meds...what do u suggest?
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a decent shag perhaps?
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IN the moonlight under a shag-bark hickory tree Watching the yellow shadows melt in hoof-pools, Listening to the yes and the no of a woman’s hands, I kept my guess why the night was glad. The night was lit with a woman’s eyes. The night was crossed with a woman’s hands, The night kept humming an undersong.
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