Im Jon, i write about how i feel, it help unlock my thoughts and understand my mind. I only started writing poems and songs in October of 2005, when i realised it wasnt doing me any good to lock up emotions. Writing gave me a way to express myself of which i had never imagined before. But i get just as much pleasure from other people reading them as i do from writing them, if someone can relate to what i write and feel, well then i know that i am just as good(or bad) as anyother being. |
Out of Reach, but I'm not reaching out.
Further and further away, but you're not moving...
How could I be expecting this,
A disclosed love, but deathly kiss...
This winter chills me to my core,
I walk this path as a hundred times...
Watching life through evil eyes,
You sit, uptight, and despise...
I don't know the truths, but neither the lies,
But none of them are able to heal the pain inside...
Lost, alone, with no one near.
To die alone, a gripping fear...
It's so hard for words,
When no one is there...
Take the wheel,
Hit the bottle...
So there it was, the scene was set,
The lies, behold; turn remorse, regret...
So you feel the cold hard steel,
Your life with this gun...
When the burden of life is growing to strong to bear, do not let it crush you, but share the load with someone else..many hands make easy work of such a load. |
When i thought life had deserted me, i found i had deserted life first. |