8/11

One day there was a girl who cried tears of pearls and her eyes were blue and green like none i've ever seen and she met a man that night who filled her with delight and he spoke in poetry and rhyme and she loved him in all time. but he changed and then soon he became jealous of her beauty and fame and he locked her away and he forced her to play songs that were blue, songs that were grey. so then this lonely girl had had enough of her world so she climbed to the top of the tallest tower and stood there for way over an hour until she decided she'd jump, so she jumped with a very loud thump and all the neighbours, they came out and cried when they discovered that this poor girl had died and a boy he just stood there and gasped, at this beauty asleep on the grass, her eyes were like none he had seen except for the girls in his dreams. then he changed and then soon he became depressed and very very strange, he'd lock himself away for days and days and play songs that were blue, and play songs that were grey, play songs that reminded him of that day. one day there was a girl who fell in love with a boy in a different world she speaks to him at night, only in a certain light. she wore white when he wore black and they were like a perfect match and though one was dead and one was alive through many years their love did survive, till time faded and soon they became both exactly the same, they both are floating in the sky singing their own lullaby of a song that reminds them of all the past time, a song that reminds them of all the passed days, a song that is blue, a song that is grey.

3/11 Thoughts. Rambling.

Walking home today I realised I'm not quite as fond of routine as I once was.
I want to do something different.
Something fun, something new.
I want to move foward and learn how to look back without feeling sick,
without missing everything I was.
All the traits I've lost.
I don't want to do the same thing everyday.
I want to do something different with each sunrise.
It doesn't matter that I won't develop any skills,
because what are skills?
Society's way of catergorising people into Useful and Useless?
I'm okay with being labeled useless.
I want to be able to help where I can, and stare clear of things I don't like.
I don't want to vote. I want to live in a meadow and sleep under the stars.
I want to rise with the sun and live days the way I want. Not the way I feel I should.
We went wrong somewhere. We have twisted concepts,
What the hell are zoos? Prisons for the innocent? I like seeing animals, but I feel guilty for supporting the business. Recreating their environment is not enough when they only have 100 square metres. "it's the best we can do" is a lie. Because we could let them be free.
We've even managed to trap ourselves. We're going to be lost when something happens to technology- imagine living without any power, people will freak, get angry and probably kill eachother playing the blame game.
I don't like that people who have survived fighting in wars are called 'war heroes'. We don't call other murderers heroes. I think the more fitting name is 'survivor' because that's what they did.
I'm not angry at them, a lot of them were forced to fight. Morally they were doing what was right for their country.
But what about what's right for the human race, we're killing eachother?
And what about all living things on Earth.
We should be helping eachother, because we're a planet so small in such a large universe.
I have no fight in me, I can't imagine anything I'd be willing to kill for.
In the words of Gandhi "There are many causes that I am prepared to die for but no cause that I am prepared to kill for."
Maybe I had to be there
Maybe I'll have to go to hell and back before I'll know what went through their heads.
What goes through people's heads still.
Plotting invasions? Terrorism?
What would you be willing to kill for?

3/11

She hates the sound that goodbyes make. She prays one day she'll find someone to need her.

She swears that there's no difference, between the lies and compliments. It's all the same if everybody leaves her. And every magazine tells her she's not good enough, the pictures that she's seen make her cry. And she would change everything, just ask her. Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster, And she just needs someone to take her home.

She's giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant, afraid they'll see that she's lost her direction. She never stays the same for long, assuming that she'll get it wrong.

Perfect only in her imperfections.

She's not a drama queen, she doesn't want to feel this way, only seventeen, but tired. She would change everything for happy ever after. Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster, but she just needs someone to take her home. 'Cause she's just the way she is, but no ones told her that's okay. And she would change everything, just ask her. Caught in the in-between, a beautiful disaster.