Sunday, 13 February 2011

I

I can't continue with contradicting myself,

I can't continue to do what people want,

Expecting them to like me more,

When all I'm doing is demeaning myself,

Enough is enough,

I don't give a damn if I stay lonely for ever,

I'm not going to step all over me for the sake of making anyone feel better,

Although that sounds mean,

I'd say this wouldn't count for those who deserve being cared about,

But at this day and age there aren't many.


At the end of the day it's all about me and God,

As long as I'm doing what I'm supposed to do nothing else counts.


A year ago I couldn't see this,

But now I do,

It's my life,

Mine,

I decide how it's run,

I and only I,

Because when I fall no one will be there to pick me up.


I had my priorities mixed up,

I was looking for something which doesn't exist in that way,

But today is now,

And yesterday isn't here anymore,

So I don't regret taking this long to get here,

And I'm up for all what's to come.

Friday, 11 February 2011

Choice?

It’s hard not knowing the verdict of your choice,

Living day by day convincing yourself that what you have is what’s best for you,


Do you know what’s harder?




Having no choice,


Thus waking up to a world where only walls surround you.



“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.”

Eleanor Roosevelt

Monday, 7 February 2011

Hello !

So as u can see i've changed the design,

I'm not sure if I like it more than the pervious one or not,

What do u think?

Plus I think the font might be difficult for some to read but I feel it matches the colours in a way ;p

Any suggestions?

Thursday, 3 February 2011

I am me.

She rushed down the stairs,

Phone in her hand,

Looking at the time while coming down,

Focusing to do so without tripping.




She turned the corner,

And entered a corridor leading to the way out.




While walking through,

She tried to fix her self before stepping out,

Running her fingers in her hair,

Wanting to de-flatten her bead-head,

Pulling down on her cardigan making sure its in place,

And as she came closer to the door,

Wrapping her scarf around her neck...






On the other side of the glass door they stood.





With perfect bodies,

The right amount of tan,

Full-makeup,

One with shoulder length hair,

While another with a Burberry head scarf,




She felt time freeze for a split second.



They eyed her with a look full of superiority,

Glanced away and opened the door,

They walked through while she stood to the side,

Working so hard at forming a smile,

But ended up making herself feel stupid,

As they walked by without even holding the door for her...







I can't be you,

I can't be perfect,

I can't look down on those who don't meet my standards.




I wasn't born with a spoon of gold,

I don't have an "al-" that signifies who I am,

And I was never taught to act as if I was queen of the world.



I am me,

And for as long as I live I will always be proud of me,

I will never quantify life by looks and money,

Its the simple things that count.