Sunday, May 29, 2011
so you could see what you've done
as soon as you said the words
the damage was done
You've opened the box and now the storm has begun
Why did you start this?
Can you not see what we have done,
your own private army.
Fighting for you though you are not my own,
the walls I've come against, the tears on my pillow.
Same old scenario, same old game
My dreams, I wish I had stayed lost in them.
So sick of my face each day in the mirror,
glass is dirty, reflection not much better
far too young to have a meltdown
too old to throw a tantrum
So what is there to do but lay here,
with a tear falling from each eye?
Nothing has changed since last time.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thought he would be home at 8 tonight, but he never came
Cooked bolognaise for him tonight, it’s 20 years today
He should be home, but he never came
He is with the angels, for someone that could never be saved
I’m crying alone tonight, and trying to be strong
The man I loved vanished tonight, and I can’t figure it out
Trying to tell the kids tonight, thought I would die from the pain
I have to wake up tomorrow, and face it all again
All of a sudden, life isn’t alive
The flowers outside aren’t as blue as the day before
And I’m scared that the last thing he saw
Made him regret everything he had worked for.
Dying for people that will never understand,
Never understand the sacrifice that goes in hand with
The badge and title that used to command respect
Monday, May 23, 2011
I must be one of very few (if not only) Kiwi's that actually like this idea.
Sure it's lame, tacky and a bit unoriginal... but I think that's why I like it.
New Zealand has never been afraid to push boundaries and have a laugh at ourselves in the process. Why are we being such sticks in the mud now?
Also, this would be GOOD for NZ tourism, it represents NZ and Wellington's importance in the film industry, it shows that we are a proud country but not too proud to have a laugh at ourselves. We're proud, yet humble about it.
The way people are going on about this you would think they were going to stick a giant swastika on the hill.
NZers lets not forget that sometimes it's okay to be tacky!
After all, isn't that what made the 80's so amazing?
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Afraid of the outside world and all it can be?
Too afraid to step outside,
I give you a subtle push on the windowside
not subtle enough, because you're back
in the doorway, on my track
There is more than you can see,
I know the drop is a long way down
I'm trying to help you, settle down.
Please don't sting me
I'm just like you.
I'm a different colour
But I'm scared too.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
and forgot my name.
You must have been lying when you said I was different,
different because I fell for it.
When you took from me what wasn't yours to take,
did you feel any remorse?
When you could have been the man and protected me,
protected me from you.
I said leave me alone, I said don't contact me again, you didn't but I changed my number just in case.
There was nothing I could have done for you anyway.
In my face, looking right at me and I don't know whether to slap it or hide from it. Unfortunately there is no hiding from it.
The last 6 months have been hard, too much went on, in a short space of time sometimes I wonder if I even dealt with it, or just went through it with my head down hoping for it to be over. That kinda sounds like the last few years, actually.
I'm lonely, a small town girl in a big city, literally. I had trouble making friends in a small town, did I really think it would be easier in a big town? Sure there's more people, more people to hide from.
I'm scared of people, scared that they will know everything I am and I will swiftly be rejected. How much do I tell them, when do I tell them? Do I tell them at all?