Gates

Gates to keep us out
Gates to lock us in
Gates that I can see you through
But I can't touch you, or I must not
Defeats the purpose of the gate

If someone were to open the gates, things would be different.
If the gates were to open, I would rush out and hold you in a tight embrace.
I would look into your searching eyes and hope I give you what you're looking for...

...Shall I break it down, or do I not want to?

Am I not ready?

I need to go...

Carry me away

-I don't wanna walk.

Please shut up today

-since there's nothing for us to talk.

Stare at me not

-with those untrusting eyes.

You need not say a word

-when it's just suger-coated lies.

Hold not my hand

-when I do not hold yours back.

Just let me go

-I need to go...

(I'm sorry)

Absurdity

My heart sinks as my spirit soars
Tell me how I could find a cure
To a problem so absurd
Of which I have never even heard

Thinking I know but still not learning
The fire inside me flickeringly burning
I might go up one day in flames
But my heart sinks as it's caught up in these games
Amidst innumerable unjustified claims
-about my braindeadness.

Insomnia

One more hour till the sun rises again, and I feel another day begin.
Another chance to salvage myself before it gets too late.
Well, the night has passed. And what did I do?

Cause and effect

Let me know when I weakened your cause.
Did I do it by not making a difference?

What do you mean by a 'good time'?

Your hand around my waist?
Warm fuzzy feelings inside?
A high felt from knowing I'm high?
Smoke rings and love songs in the moonlight?
Warm kisses leading to the bed?
Waking up with a stupid smile and many doubts?
Obsessing over why I'm not bothered, but knowing I'm not wrong.

Happiness.

I had a good time! :D

Wasting Away

Happy, sane, conveniently free.
I'm wasting away.

Enjoying life's many meaningless thrills.
I'm wasting away.

Talking, hearing, thinking what to say next.
Loved, praised.. but underappreciated.
I'm wasting away.

Fantasising and dramatising.
I'm wasting away.

Laughing, loving, dancing around silly.
Complacency in the name of chilling.
I'm wasting away.

Patiently restless. Efficient if not effective.
I'm wasting away.

Wilting, begging, what a pity!
Scared to start and blaming the city.
I'm wasting away.

Tired of the nothing.
Nothing to tire from.
I'm Wasting Away!

Wallflower

Displayed on your wall, pretty and smiling.
No purpose but to look pleasant and die.
Just a bundle of petals, hollow inside. Nothing but air between.
Flashing my colours at everyone who passes by so they may pass an appreciative look, approve of your 'taste'.
I cannot talk to them- of course not- I'm braindead to them.
Slow and pleasant, oh so pretty. You must be so proud.

It's killing me, but they approve. And you're so proud!
Oh well, but when I wilt away in the night, you will throw me in the bin, with your very own hands, that picked me to decorate your wall with. Glad to be of help sir!
Sorry I couldn't be more to you.
And I'm sorry you couldn't see more in me.

Fleeting

I'm sittting and watching these fleeting moments pass by. I sit and just keep looking, wondering why I won't spring up and catch them!