| ~ Blurty.. so long.. :-( |
[30 Sep 2005|09:46pm] |
Dear All (there are so many lol),
Its now time to part ways with my once most beloved blurty. For sometime I have been cross-posting with a journal on L J "Loveheartcliche on LJ", highly original I know!
Anyway the reason to say goodbye is that I have not posted in ages and time is currently taken up with work and the almost unattainable task of getting myself fit, healthy and an expert in politics/current affairs all at the same time. The result is that I will only be posting on one journal from now on.
I doubt there are many who still read this but to any who do make yourself known and I hope we talk soon.
So long...
LHC
xxx
In keeping with the style of the journal, a closing haiku..
Lost in autumn breeze.
A whisper among the leaves,
will find a way home.
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| ~ what a day.... |
[06 Sep 2005|08:37pm] |
I met a girl today,
She was all I could never have.
Just like it always is,
I guess I'm better on my own.
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| ~ Pablo Naruda - If I forget you.. |
[11 Aug 2005|10:31pm] |
want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
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| ~ Lovehearts and Labels |
[23 Jul 2005|12:05am] |
I'm ripping at the label,
the pieces ever smaller.
Scattered on the table,
reminiscent of my heart.
Theres so many pieces now,
it's too hard to put them back.
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| ~ 07/07/05 |
[15 Jul 2005|11:33pm] |
On the train you gather -
plotting, laughing, joking.
In the tunnel we flounder -
crawling, coughing, choking.
Just before you commit -
nervous, twitching, evil.
Just before we quit -
hopeless, fighting, upheaval.
Your actions are not the will of allah ,
but in clouds of smoke they're looming.
Your victims are the city corolla,
a tight bud of beauty blooming.
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| ~ Polestar Prophecy |
[29 Jun 2005|11:45pm] |
Shootin star of mine,
screaming through summer skies.
Lonely warning sign,
twink twinkles in my eyes.
Flare's fatal calling,
a message from the past.
Explosion sprawling,
If only this could last.
Fabled future wife,
upon my lap she's strewn.
Overtaking life,
under a mourning moon.
Dance in the headlights,
me and my shooting star.
Just one of those nights,
we played the air guitar.
Remember that day,
I can't save you always.
Wish that I could stay,
but I can't hold your gaze.
Your far too bright now,
Solitary polestar.
Alarmed that you'll allow,
us to drift this far.
But can you see her?
My fading falling star.
It's Urania
Reads our future from afar.
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| ~ Wish List |
[27 Jun 2005|09:37pm] |
Please my shooting star,
Can't you make those dreams come true?
Help her to say... yes!
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| ~ Results |
[24 Jun 2005|04:28pm] |
The study paid off,
See the letters by my name?
B.. S.. C.. Oh yes!!!!
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| ~ Can't believe it's been a year :-( |
[17 Jun 2005|08:52pm] |
~ Sometime in June
There was this one time,
a memory that keeps me safe.
Sometime in June.
Let me tell you why....
It reminds that I should never trust,
the girl whose lust leads to lies.
The lies made our lives
and my life has been lost.
Sometime in June,
a memory that keeps me safe.
This one time baby,
you done me a favour.
This is my life now lady,
I never want you back.
I never want you back
and I hate it all alone.
Sometime in June.
That was the one time.
A memory that keeps me safe.
(And I hate it all alone)
(And I hate it all alone)
(And I hate it all alone)
(I never want you back)
Sometime in June.
A memory that keeps me safe.
Note: Originally posted [22 Aug 2004|09:28pm]
It remains probably my most favourite song I have ever written. It was raw and nothing can take that away.
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[15 Jun 2005|05:06pm] |
I wish you weren't so far away,
in fact I wish you near.
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| ~ Nice song, love the lyrics, crap band! |
[14 Jun 2005|01:03am] |
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( Read more... )
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| ~ Sleepless Nights |
[05 Jun 2005|09:46pm] |
Tossing and turning, in the night I'm nothing.
Too scared to fall asleep,
I'll simply drown again.
Worthless and useless, just wish I was fearless.
I Lie in bed and weep,
so tightly bound in chain.
Misplaced and disgraced, memories are replaced.
I'm sinking down real deep,
my muscles take the strain.
Painful and shameful, feeling so disdainful.
From waters I must leap,
false freedom I regain.
Disguised and chastised, a plan that I devised.
Wish on a star to keep,
a promise made from pain.
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[05 Jun 2005|05:14pm] |
I could fall in love with you,
because in this silence your still beautiful.
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| ~ :-( |
[01 Jun 2005|10:36am] |
Wounded bumble bee,
lays dying by the window.
So close to freedom.
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| ~ Escapism |
[29 May 2005|12:53pm] |
With my fingernails I feel the skin part,
it's so easy these days.
Just like drawing stick men in red crayon,
my lonely childlike ways.
The hidden meaning of these pictures clear,
Through gaping wounds you'll see.
Peer straight into me through bloodstained windows,
so obvious, the real me.
I wonder should I insert my fingertips,
and give a little tug?
Then you can see it all a little better,
my lucent heartbreak drug.
Simple abstention from reality,
a songwriters love song.
I'm singing loud and clear today, screaming.
Don't glare as if it's wrong.
Each of these cuts is measured and precise,
Unlike a flowers stem.
It's lonley in this life without my dreams,
I must escape to them.
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| ~ Study Time |
[26 May 2005|07:57pm] |
Why are you on my mind,
when thinking of Analysis and Design?
How are you sneaking up,
when you move on with your life and I with mine?
Can't concentrate on this,
All I see is your eyes, not words on this page.
Only one good thing here -
I have a small excuse, thanks for these crap grades.
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| ~ Just a dream |
[24 May 2005|09:54am] |
I'll take you away.
Somewhere that there is only,
me, you and the stars.
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