Dust in the wind's blog: "poems and rants from long ago..ish"

i am the beauty of everything you are not...the haterd of the makeup on your fake face...the heel to your fancey expensive lether black boot...i am the mosh to ur envied little pit...the height of ur jump and the sole of your downfall.....the smeared mascara around your eyes..... the baggy shirt sitting in your closet......the triple A batteries in your pocket the camera that remains off....the dream u wish was real...the honest opinion...the little child inside the woman.....the real....the honest...the scared....the tactful....the grown up.....the little black cloud to rain on your parade.....the shoe string the hits the floor when you walk..... that tap in your foot or foot on the seat......the dirty car.....the muddy floor.....the foot prints that i dragged in......i am the love ....that you can not find....the bottom of the heart....the unknown fear that noone else is aware of......the penny at the bottom of the pool.....the blue inside the eye.....the little imperfections that noone else notices.........

its a silent morning all is dark yet a pretty face reflects from the mirror there is a scar upon a wound a little tear that fills her eye she see anguish and a life filled with tourture but we dont know her life all we see is hidden lies eyes filled with mystery... the mirror refelects what ours dont see but still un aware that we are blind to the pain pretty objects will always remain even in denial emptiness there is nothing, no feeling,nor emotion blank feeling no hate or love or happy or sad just an empty plane no reflection no light no color or imagination just the feeling like something is missing cold drowsy unfulfilled life or something of this sort

its hard to think sometimes this world a twisted blur spinning faster and faster but no one else becomes as dizzy as this idea thats in my head so many thought unsaid but they been said befor.... life as of happiness as of accomplishment sits still on a bare floor where else to go as i will follow my thought i love its actual u speak your mind and as do i this world spins with the stars so much takes place in this uneventful state yet theres never any room to spare see if i care nolonger around intimaditing it worries me how can u let some one do that to you? one at a time a life has passed by.. with i on the pedalstool an incoveient truth.....lives on

I stopped listening, Did'nt pay attention, Thought it'd leave you chaseing me, Now i know I was wrong, Wasteing Time. So much that shouldnt..... never payed attention, To the voices in my head, they told me that i should quit worrying, Do you ever think i did? Nah Never stopped listening, Always payed attention, Thought you'd leave me chaseing you... Now you know the truth, Wasteing Time. I've already told you so, Didint think I'd disobey you-did you? I laugh in your face proof of my new found confidence, I'm stronger, much better than you thought, Wasting Time on this game,running circles arond each other, I must be running backwards, Yet still progressing gorward.. I'm done being worn down

Its been days between my last confession, A little bit lost with my obsession, And now i dont know where to turn, Dont know what im looking for... so lost You can send me in any direction, Inbetween these lies, With tears already in my eyes, So I cry The pain seems so annoying, Bodys they seem so twisted, So twisted seem these bodys, So lost Between dazed and confused, A dream and reality, This compass i hold seizes to halt, And so... I'm lost In a dessert of mis-location And noone to point me in the right direction

this is another one thats like back when i was 16 or something lol Once again im stuck, Sitting in a room, As everyone contuines to enter, But I feel like such a ghost Not a single aknowldegement*. Just pushed aside, As if it were there own home I sit here,Trapt around my friends, More looking like new enemies, Soon as i wish for freedom, In a place wehre i am thought to be free, Its a new tradgy,Cant you see it in me? I'm stuck here on this couch, channels changing every second, But time seems to fly, Soon enough ill be 33, Sitting in my home.. Everything replaying like the past it is. Dont know what to ask anymore, Dont know what to say, If friends here were really friends, They'd try to at least help me, But no such friends,none at all, Even the close ones, Dont seems to know me anymore.. Am i what i feel i am? An Empty image???

Placed in a portrait, Frozen in perfection, A memory of your last wish, A white rose of dedication. Kept in a case,of the old days that pass, As days that never fade,never really last. Friendships of a life time,crumble down the life line, Holding on to perfection, Before its even given, Hours that we spend in memory lane. Promises that are given but never really kept...

i found a few books from back when i begain high school i believe..im no brilliant writer but felt like posting some of this stuff that i wrote way back then.. if u dont understand it its alright lol... Ever feel the instance of things being frozen in time Every frame of our lives,passes slowly by Every day another dream dies, Another person cries,as there song fades away, This is our story,and we cant change our fate, Blood,Sweat, and Tears are given, Before each prolonged date, Ever remember, The days when things seems to go so slow Like behind every black cloud, Never appeard that rainbow Just another black cloud Ever feel..likethe whole world was against you, Things just never looked any better, Some times you never win the battle and not always will the clouds be grey but hear outward,tones outspoken, be lost for our ownsake that if every word is verbably spoken then youve never felt anything at all....