willing to do everything
except for what it takes
wanting more than a fling
words are all he makes
I try to be mean
he comes for more
I try to be nice
an'e wonders what for
unwilling to change
but demands I do
it sounds a bit strange
and yet it's true
Showing posts with label Irrational. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irrational. Show all posts
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Years Resolutions
1. Find a good therapist (Check)
2. Make a career change and/or job change (Check)
3. Gain 10 lbs in muscle (Check)
4. Focus on people's good qualities in an effort to appreciate them more and improve my attitude towards them. (This is an on going thing, but something I still need to work on)
2. Make a career change and/or job change (Check)
3. Gain 10 lbs in muscle (Check)
4. Focus on people's good qualities in an effort to appreciate them more and improve my attitude towards them. (This is an on going thing, but something I still need to work on)
Labels:
Change,
Decision,
diet,
Flaws,
Goals,
Insecurities,
Irrational,
Lean,
Old Habits,
Personal Trainer
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Taskmaster
The image in permanent view
My self-perception is askew
Ever trying to be
Like those images I see.
The ideal hanging over my head
Other endeavours left unfed
The taskmaster's lashing me;
No chains, yet I do not flee.
I'm afraid there's no place to run
He's been there since life's begun
There's no one crueler, you see;
For the taskmaster is me.
My self-perception is askew
Ever trying to be
Like those images I see.
The ideal hanging over my head
Other endeavours left unfed
The taskmaster's lashing me;
No chains, yet I do not flee.
I'm afraid there's no place to run
He's been there since life's begun
There's no one crueler, you see;
For the taskmaster is me.
Labels:
expectations,
Feelings,
Goals,
Irrational,
Old Habits,
Painful,
Poetry,
self-perception,
Torment
Monday, July 09, 2007
Canvas
My consciousness is a canvas
Chaotically splashed with your colors
I'm a single page of an atlas
Focused on the place that is solely yours
My thoughts are a grid of rational roads
Yet they all lead to the single point of you.
My emotions, a stream of legible codes
But the message does not ever get through.
My torment is a fly on your face;
Ignored like so many other things
My light dives into dark's embrace
Shedding its hope and strong bright wings.
Chaotically splashed with your colors
I'm a single page of an atlas
Focused on the place that is solely yours
My thoughts are a grid of rational roads
Yet they all lead to the single point of you.
My emotions, a stream of legible codes
But the message does not ever get through.
My torment is a fly on your face;
Ignored like so many other things
My light dives into dark's embrace
Shedding its hope and strong bright wings.
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