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How long will I feel this way?
I just don’t know what to say
Time is just moving way too fast
And I just feel very weird

I guess a chapter of my life is closed

Next level and the game is exposed

How long will I feel this way?

Something in me just drifted away





"When we are motivated by goals that have deep meaning, by dreams that need completion, by pure love that needs expressing, then we truly live life. "
Greg Anderson

Rules: playing the game. of life.

If by Rudyard Kipling. Click for full version.


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you...

raging hormones?

Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
I'm burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
I'm burning in the morning sun

-yellow-


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Matty's pillow

there she goes.
there she goes again.
passing by the little corner antic shop
where the kids go hop.. hopping...round the corner

the one with the frosted glass windows
where someone laid a pillow

the pillow was old, dusty and maybe a lil rusty
but she'll tell you that it's soft, comfy, and it smells like Matty

who's Matty, people will ask everytime
oh just someone that smells like the pillow she replied every single time

one day, April 1st to be exact, may just seem like any other day
she stood there like she always does
but this time you could tell it's different

she had tears rolling down her cheeks
as she begins to speak
this was what she said:-

Dear Matty,
do you remember how you used to love the children's laughter?
behind those frosted glass window you used to peek through em
with those curious brown eyes and fragile frame on the wheelchair you named 'rollers'
you'd daydream and would tell me wonderful bedtime stories...
thank you for your imagination.

'a little boy who couldn't walk and adventures in the meadows of dandelions'

Matty, spring is here. So, run free, run wild through the meadows of dandelions.
Mummy will be with you soon. Cross my heart and hope to die.

the not so tough girl after all.

this girl
known for her tough exterior

this girl
oh so predictable
nothing is happening anyways

this girl
like the autumn leaves
changing colours to red and yellow
a sign to tell winter is coming

this girl
know love

this girl
can cry

this girl
is a girl

when i make things harder. try harder.

i fake a frown
and i stare at the ground
ignoring the piercing stare
which i pretend that I don't care

my friends say I push my luck away
now i think i'm damn suey (bad luck)
but i know the time isn't right
and i know it isn't a'ite

i often bury myself in disguise
in crowd, i'm like ice

it's not easy to penetrate my defense wall
be really careful as you might fall

find your balance
find your center
you might find the answer.