When the shit hit the fan
Most people fell
Some fled as well
Just a few were able to take a stand
When the shit hit the fan
I was walking by
And I wondered why
I'm always just a shadow of another man
When the shit hit the fan
I stood there having fun
Watching people run
As fast as they can
When the shit hit the fan
As you passed by me
I could clearly see
I was never meant to be a part of the plan
I don't know how it happened
I don't care how it will end
But I know that it all began
When the shit hit the fan
Sunday, May 31, 2009
What they say and what they do...
She says "We are best friends,
And if love starts, friendship ends"
So that is why she runs
To marry someone else
Then when married she says
"The best thing about
My husband and I
That we have always been best friends"
She says "You are too old
To be my lifetime lover"
And when she smells the gold
She can marry your father
She says "You are too young
To be the chosen one"
And then you meet her man
Who looks more like her son
She says "I'll never travel,
If you want me you should stay"
And the next day she is living
Thousands of miles away
She says "I'm really tired,
Please get me out of here"
And when you're ready to go,
She says "I'll miss you dear"
She says "I believe in you,
And in what you say and do"
It just takes another man
To show you that's not true
She says "I'll always love you,
Until the day I die"
But this is valid only
Till she meets a better guy
She says "I'll love you more
Than all you can ask for"
And the next thing you know
She's walking out your door
She says "I'll never marry
Someone who hurts my friends"
Then the ex of her best friend
Is the one she ends up with
She says "I've always wanted
A man as good as you"
And then she chooses being
With the dirtiest man she knew
She says "You are so funny
So kind, so smart, so sweet,
So please come with me honey
There's my lover I want you to meet!"
You're a small line in the song
Of the woman of another man
All of them can't be wrong
It's over before it began
And if love starts, friendship ends"
So that is why she runs
To marry someone else
Then when married she says
"The best thing about
My husband and I
That we have always been best friends"
She says "You are too old
To be my lifetime lover"
And when she smells the gold
She can marry your father
She says "You are too young
To be the chosen one"
And then you meet her man
Who looks more like her son
She says "I'll never travel,
If you want me you should stay"
And the next day she is living
Thousands of miles away
She says "I'm really tired,
Please get me out of here"
And when you're ready to go,
She says "I'll miss you dear"
She says "I believe in you,
And in what you say and do"
It just takes another man
To show you that's not true
She says "I'll always love you,
Until the day I die"
But this is valid only
Till she meets a better guy
She says "I'll love you more
Than all you can ask for"
And the next thing you know
She's walking out your door
She says "I'll never marry
Someone who hurts my friends"
Then the ex of her best friend
Is the one she ends up with
She says "I've always wanted
A man as good as you"
And then she chooses being
With the dirtiest man she knew
She says "You are so funny
So kind, so smart, so sweet,
So please come with me honey
There's my lover I want you to meet!"
You're a small line in the song
Of the woman of another man
All of them can't be wrong
It's over before it began
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Stoned
Is love a living being? Does it grow and perish with time? Is it possible that it can die suddenly like when people get killed everyday?
A thousand questions exploded inside her head, as she stood in the balcony, holding her mug with both hands, and savoring the sweet taste of her morning coffee. It was a cloudy morning, and as usual she found herself awake for no particular reason, too early to do anything.
All the questions revolved around a main one, "what went wrong?". She kept asking herself that question everyday for the past few weeks. All of a sudden everything fell apart. All what she planned for, all what she had dreamed of.
She slowly sipped the coffee, and she got a crazy thought.
"I wish I could be the same as my coffee. Sweet, strong, refreshing, and everybody needs me first thing in the morning". She laughed at herself and looked at her favorite mug, the one that her brother gave her for her thirtieth birthday. It also had a question printed on it: "HOW THE #*@!! DID I GET TO BE 30". She added this to her long list of unanswered questions.
"Yeah I always wonder how years passed by like a blink of an eye, where is that cheerful kid that everyone had said she will have a bright future, and considered her a genius? I freak out when I look at the mirror and see this bitter woman. Am I really thirty? If you measure your age by happiness then maybe I'm still fifteen, but if you count it by what I've learned and what I've been through then maybe I'm above sixty and I should retire".
She looked at the street below, as the grey sky got darker, and raindrops grew heavier. People in the street started running, and this has always been a funny scene for her. She wondered why they are so scared of the rain. It's falling to clean everything and swipe away all the dirt, just like what tears do to her soul. She always loved walking slowly in the rain, even slower than usual, and she enjoyed watching people running around her, gazing at that crazy girl who is smiling in the rain. "It's not gonna kill you, you know!", she wanted to tell them but she just shut up.
* * *
Questions started annoying her again. "Is it normal that you are suddenly indifferent? Can love die like that? What's the matter with you? Why does it feel as though you're stoned or drugged? When are you going to settle down? Are you out of your mind?". Her self-investigation kept rolling, as she recalled her last break-up. She defended herself: "I did the right thing. It was over no matter how we pretended. Yes I loved him but people change. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe it was his. I don't know, but there is something dead inside me. I just couldn't go on. My feelings are not the same any more". And the feelings she had someday were never back. It was a one way ticket.
She never stopped blaming herself. He loved her so much and gave her everything. She made him cry many times. He even used to apologize whenever they had a problem, no matter what the problem was, whether it was her mistake or his. She was amazed by her own cruelty. She didn't believe that it was her who did all that. She loved him, but as time passed they grew apart. She felt alone with him. She still wondered if she had tried really hard to bring back what they used to have, or she just gave in. She couldn’t answer that either.
"Was the right thing to do, to go on and pretend to be happy for the rest of your life? Or maybe you should have told him from the beginning, but you just couldn't!". She was too weak. As time passed by, she felt she wasn't happy with him, but she was too weak to admit it. She was too weak to break up. Too weak to make a decision. Until he gave up at the end and set her free after a long time. He sent a letter telling her that he just can't go on. She didn't feel any better though. She wasn't feeling happy or free, but she thought that it was the right thing to do. She hurt him so much, but maybe it was better for both of them. Guilt was killing her.
She missed being single. She couldn't imagine herself wearing the white wedding dress, with him or with anyone else.
"I will never love again", she thought. There was something dead inside. She couldn't picture herself as a bride. She couldn’t even imagine slow dancing, holding hands, just sitting quietly and cuddling. All she could see was herself, bitter and lonely. Even when she thought now about men, she only noticed their physique, and she hated herself for that.
"Why are you always looking for what you don't know? What you can't have? The love of your life was in your hands and you threw him away. He was your first true love, remember? The first memory. The first kiss. The first proposal. The first wedding ring around your finger. Why did you do that?". Still the answer unknown. She hated herself. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe because she hated who she was and couldn't change herself to be the way that she wanted, she couldn't give him all her love. Or maybe she loved herself so much that she couldn't love anyone more than herself.
She drained the rest of her coffee as headache started pounding slowly.
* * *
She knew herself well. She wasn't that good looking, but she had her own way of capturing hearts. It's true that there are many better girls, who are prettier, smarter, sexier, more fun to be with, or more independent, but she learned to accept herself as she is, after a long inner conflict. At the end she gave in, convincing herself that she is fine, even though she was unable to change the things she hated. This compromise helped her a lot throughout her life, in spite of the conflicts that erupted inside her every now and then.
She knows she's special. She is different. She isn't that "love at first sight" type of girl, but as people get to know her, she crawls slowly into their hearts, and stays there. Even if you try to get rid of her, she doesn't leave your heart without taking a bite.
She knew her effect on people. She felt how they always tried to penetrate her thoughts when they met her for the first time. Everyone tries to find out what's inside the little head of this quiet girl.
* * *
"Yes you are always looking for what you can never have. You have to admit it. Acceptance is the first step of therapy. You have to accept that you were mistaken, then try to change it".
Maybe that was right. She remembered how many times she got hurt for trusting the wrong people, or falling in love with the wrong guys, the ones who didn't even notice that she had ever existed.
"But I grew tougher now. And there is no going back". Maybe not too tough after all. She recalled how sensitive she'd become. She never cried in front of anyone. But whenever she was alone she cried, even if there was no reason to cry whatsoever.
She smiled as she remembered Robert De Niro's movie "Analyze This" when he played the role of a Mafia boss who suddenly fell into severe depression, and kept crying like a little girl every now and then for no apparent reason, then he had to go to psychiatrist.
"Maybe I need a shrink too. Ok I'll think about it, but I don't promise you".
"Once my mom told me that on the day I was born there was a rainbow in the sky. Have you ever seen the rainbow? I saw it four or five times in my whole life, and I can't remember when the last time was". She wished to see the rainbow some time soon.
And as the rain stopped, she went inside, pulled the blinds, and started getting ready for the new day.
A thousand questions exploded inside her head, as she stood in the balcony, holding her mug with both hands, and savoring the sweet taste of her morning coffee. It was a cloudy morning, and as usual she found herself awake for no particular reason, too early to do anything.
All the questions revolved around a main one, "what went wrong?". She kept asking herself that question everyday for the past few weeks. All of a sudden everything fell apart. All what she planned for, all what she had dreamed of.
She slowly sipped the coffee, and she got a crazy thought.
"I wish I could be the same as my coffee. Sweet, strong, refreshing, and everybody needs me first thing in the morning". She laughed at herself and looked at her favorite mug, the one that her brother gave her for her thirtieth birthday. It also had a question printed on it: "HOW THE #*@!! DID I GET TO BE 30". She added this to her long list of unanswered questions.
"Yeah I always wonder how years passed by like a blink of an eye, where is that cheerful kid that everyone had said she will have a bright future, and considered her a genius? I freak out when I look at the mirror and see this bitter woman. Am I really thirty? If you measure your age by happiness then maybe I'm still fifteen, but if you count it by what I've learned and what I've been through then maybe I'm above sixty and I should retire".
She looked at the street below, as the grey sky got darker, and raindrops grew heavier. People in the street started running, and this has always been a funny scene for her. She wondered why they are so scared of the rain. It's falling to clean everything and swipe away all the dirt, just like what tears do to her soul. She always loved walking slowly in the rain, even slower than usual, and she enjoyed watching people running around her, gazing at that crazy girl who is smiling in the rain. "It's not gonna kill you, you know!", she wanted to tell them but she just shut up.
* * *
Questions started annoying her again. "Is it normal that you are suddenly indifferent? Can love die like that? What's the matter with you? Why does it feel as though you're stoned or drugged? When are you going to settle down? Are you out of your mind?". Her self-investigation kept rolling, as she recalled her last break-up. She defended herself: "I did the right thing. It was over no matter how we pretended. Yes I loved him but people change. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe it was his. I don't know, but there is something dead inside me. I just couldn't go on. My feelings are not the same any more". And the feelings she had someday were never back. It was a one way ticket.
She never stopped blaming herself. He loved her so much and gave her everything. She made him cry many times. He even used to apologize whenever they had a problem, no matter what the problem was, whether it was her mistake or his. She was amazed by her own cruelty. She didn't believe that it was her who did all that. She loved him, but as time passed they grew apart. She felt alone with him. She still wondered if she had tried really hard to bring back what they used to have, or she just gave in. She couldn’t answer that either.
"Was the right thing to do, to go on and pretend to be happy for the rest of your life? Or maybe you should have told him from the beginning, but you just couldn't!". She was too weak. As time passed by, she felt she wasn't happy with him, but she was too weak to admit it. She was too weak to break up. Too weak to make a decision. Until he gave up at the end and set her free after a long time. He sent a letter telling her that he just can't go on. She didn't feel any better though. She wasn't feeling happy or free, but she thought that it was the right thing to do. She hurt him so much, but maybe it was better for both of them. Guilt was killing her.
She missed being single. She couldn't imagine herself wearing the white wedding dress, with him or with anyone else.
"I will never love again", she thought. There was something dead inside. She couldn't picture herself as a bride. She couldn’t even imagine slow dancing, holding hands, just sitting quietly and cuddling. All she could see was herself, bitter and lonely. Even when she thought now about men, she only noticed their physique, and she hated herself for that.
"Why are you always looking for what you don't know? What you can't have? The love of your life was in your hands and you threw him away. He was your first true love, remember? The first memory. The first kiss. The first proposal. The first wedding ring around your finger. Why did you do that?". Still the answer unknown. She hated herself. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe because she hated who she was and couldn't change herself to be the way that she wanted, she couldn't give him all her love. Or maybe she loved herself so much that she couldn't love anyone more than herself.
She drained the rest of her coffee as headache started pounding slowly.
* * *
She knew herself well. She wasn't that good looking, but she had her own way of capturing hearts. It's true that there are many better girls, who are prettier, smarter, sexier, more fun to be with, or more independent, but she learned to accept herself as she is, after a long inner conflict. At the end she gave in, convincing herself that she is fine, even though she was unable to change the things she hated. This compromise helped her a lot throughout her life, in spite of the conflicts that erupted inside her every now and then.
She knows she's special. She is different. She isn't that "love at first sight" type of girl, but as people get to know her, she crawls slowly into their hearts, and stays there. Even if you try to get rid of her, she doesn't leave your heart without taking a bite.
She knew her effect on people. She felt how they always tried to penetrate her thoughts when they met her for the first time. Everyone tries to find out what's inside the little head of this quiet girl.
* * *
"Yes you are always looking for what you can never have. You have to admit it. Acceptance is the first step of therapy. You have to accept that you were mistaken, then try to change it".
Maybe that was right. She remembered how many times she got hurt for trusting the wrong people, or falling in love with the wrong guys, the ones who didn't even notice that she had ever existed.
"But I grew tougher now. And there is no going back". Maybe not too tough after all. She recalled how sensitive she'd become. She never cried in front of anyone. But whenever she was alone she cried, even if there was no reason to cry whatsoever.
She smiled as she remembered Robert De Niro's movie "Analyze This" when he played the role of a Mafia boss who suddenly fell into severe depression, and kept crying like a little girl every now and then for no apparent reason, then he had to go to psychiatrist.
"Maybe I need a shrink too. Ok I'll think about it, but I don't promise you".
"Once my mom told me that on the day I was born there was a rainbow in the sky. Have you ever seen the rainbow? I saw it four or five times in my whole life, and I can't remember when the last time was". She wished to see the rainbow some time soon.
And as the rain stopped, she went inside, pulled the blinds, and started getting ready for the new day.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Something Dead Inside
My face will never show
The fact that I want to hide
But I already know
There's something dead inside
It's dead, has been for years
No matter how I try
Looking for smiles or tears
Only to myself I lie
You can never wake the dead
I've learned it the hard way
And what I got instead
Was a curse that's meant to stay
Don't look for my dark side
Don't try to dig below
Whether murder or suicide
I think I'm ready to go
Things could never get worse
When trying to run away
Chased by an eternal curse
I'm forced to remain astray
Nothing in front of me
And nothing left behind
My eyes can barely see
There's something dead inside
The fact that I want to hide
But I already know
There's something dead inside
It's dead, has been for years
No matter how I try
Looking for smiles or tears
Only to myself I lie
You can never wake the dead
I've learned it the hard way
And what I got instead
Was a curse that's meant to stay
Don't look for my dark side
Don't try to dig below
Whether murder or suicide
I think I'm ready to go
Things could never get worse
When trying to run away
Chased by an eternal curse
I'm forced to remain astray
Nothing in front of me
And nothing left behind
My eyes can barely see
There's something dead inside
Of the crow who wanted you to know...
Not Milton, not Shakespeare
Nor Edgar Allan Poe
In your mirrors I appear
A gloomy lonesome crow
So sad, that's what you think
I pity you nonetheless
You, standing on the brink
Unable to confess
I'm sorry for how you were
And for all what you've become
I can tell from the empty stare
In your eyes that turned so numb
There's nothing more to tell
For a heart that's painted black
Maybe that's my last farewell
Who knows, I might be back
I'm the one who fled the flock
Who flew against the flow
My words have stopped the clock
All this by now you know
I'm the dream of every bird
Wishing for a distant star
While you're within your herd
In chains anywhere you are
The book under the cover
Is what matters the most
So in my sky I'll hover
For you I'm another ghost
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Repent
Promises that I broke
Haunting me everywhere
Like a cloud of heavy smoke
Its smell changing the air
Words that I didn’t keep
A choice I couldn’t choose
Now I know it hurts so deep
Losing all what I could lose
A price I had to pay
For what I wished to learn
And now that you went away
Memories are left to burn
I long for yesterday
Even though it won’t return
I wish we never met
I wish I never knew
I pray that you’ll forget
All what you have been through
I shed tears of regret
That’s all what I can do
Not enough words of repent
Can make it up to you
Haunting me everywhere
Like a cloud of heavy smoke
Its smell changing the air
Words that I didn’t keep
A choice I couldn’t choose
Now I know it hurts so deep
Losing all what I could lose
A price I had to pay
For what I wished to learn
And now that you went away
Memories are left to burn
I long for yesterday
Even though it won’t return
I wish we never met
I wish I never knew
I pray that you’ll forget
All what you have been through
I shed tears of regret
That’s all what I can do
Not enough words of repent
Can make it up to you
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