Far Gone

Don't know what I did to drive you away
But there you are, far gone, far gone
Don't know what I did to make you go
But there you are, far gone, far gone

Last time I saw you
It was a sad goodbye
Left me standing on the lawn
Didn't know you'd leave, far gone, far gone.

Don't know what I did to drive you away
But there you are, far gone, far gone
Don't know what I did to make you go
But there you are, far gone, far gone

You found another girl
Found someone else for you
Can't find a guy as good as you
Didn't know you'd leave, far gone, far gone.

Don't know what I did to drive you away
But there you are, far gone, far gone
Don't know what I did to make you go
But there you are, far gone, far gone

Save Me

Locked up in this cage,
I watch the people walk by.
The kids, they point and tease,
with not a care for how I feel.
The keepers feed me dead food,
I do not like it. It's old and rotten.
All day my eyes burn,
From strange flashes that come from little boxes.
I sit in the heat wishing for a little shade.
They throw bread at me and laugh.
It's not funny.
Can't they see I am locked up?
I cannot go anywhere like they.
Sitting here, day after day.
I know I am dead already.

Extra

I'm just an extra in a play
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I sit and watch, memorising lines
I stare at the clock, stare at the time
I observe, remember every single thing
Just in case I'll have a chance to sing
But I'm just an extra in this play
With nothing to do, or nothing to say
When the play is over, I'll just walk away
No one will remember me;
Not tomorrow, not yesterday, not today.

Morning

Rising sun, morning dim.
Quiet daylight, stirring wind.
Life awakens, day begins.
Race of heart, thought of mind.
Dreams of night left behind.
Flutter of lashes, sigh of content.
Nothing more of life is meant.

I want this scooter AT THE LEAST. Or one better than that. *sigh* scoot- scoot- scooterrr. *vroooom*

The Purple Man

One of my favourite youtube videos.

Shakespearean Sonnet

Isadora walked up the stairs,
“Wake up, sweet love,” she cried,
But she saw her husband lying there,
And quickly realized her husband died.
Down she rushed to the maids’ quarters,
To tell them their king was dead;
And all the maids wailed with horror,
While they crowded around his bed.
Taking charge, though pain stabbed her heart,
She ordered the ladies to go on with their duties.
The Queen went through the day, doing her part;
But was found in an alley, broken-hearted and deceased.
True love finds it’s way into open hearts,
A tragedy in the end, when you pull out Cupid’s darts.

Teenage "Love"

Now, this is an interesting subject. Especially when talking about children in middle school.
Yesterday, my tutor was talking about how her middle school students were telling her how many dates they had this year. Dates! They were counting!
Do you really think these kids were "in love" with their "dates"? I highly doubt it. Yet, that's what they all say when they "go out."
Moving on to high school relationships. Things get a little more complicated. Now, it's all fine and dandy when you find that right person, and everything is going well, the both of you completely understand and respect each other. BUT, there's also the "counting relationships" going on again. During high school is when it becomes most dangerous and confusing. First there's the whole "does she/he like me?" and then there's the whole "what if they reject me?" and when you DO start going out, there's the whole "how far should we go?"
I firmly believe that a very little number of high school relationships actually last. We all know that. Which leads me to say, why even bother with going out if you know it's not gonna last?
Well, I can answer my own question.
First: the experience
Second: love is unexplainable, and sometimes it just has to be lived out before it peters out, having been through it myself.
You go through the "honey-moon stage" where everything is covered in fluff and you're happier than a worm in the mud. A short while after, you start realising what your partner is really like. And you might not like that. And you might like it after-all. And that my friends, is one of our missions in life. To find that someone who will stand by us all the time. And we realise that this is our mission at a very young age. We just don't know what to call it or how to go about it.
Nevertheless, we go about our everyday lives, looking for that someone. I think it best to take our time, and not rush things. Love being our mission in life, the end result will come to us in time. We may or may not find them. But going through it is one of the many joys and faults of life. And it's all jolly good fun to think about.

Music Worth Checking Out

Arcade Fire
Arctic Monkeys
The Be Good Tanyas
Ben Folds
Ben Gibbard
Benjamin Taylor
Bloc Party
Bright Eyes
Coconut Records
Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band
Death Cab For Cutie
The Decemberists
Feist
Frightened Rabbit
The Hush Sound
Ida Maria
Iron and Wine
Jaguar Love
Jenny Lewis
Kate Nash
Lenka
Lilly Allen
Meiko
Metric
MGMT
The New Pornographers
of Montreal
Paramore
Portugal. The Man.
The Postal Service
Rilo Kiley
She & Him
Sigur Ros
Spoon
Stars
Streetlight Manifesto
The Strokes
Sufjan Stevens
Tally Hall
Tegan & Sara
Tilly and the Wall
The Weepies
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Zox

Elephants

Why is it that when people see something out of the ordinary, or something they do not expect, they have to point it out even when it's completely obvious.

For example. I have an elephant on my hoodie. Yes, I know that. Thanks for pointing it out. And as my good friend Marten just pointed out, IT'S NOT EVEN WEIRD. YOU IDIOT. I KNOW I HAVE AN ELEPHANT ON MY HOODIE. Like, WTF am I supposed to say to someone who points it out. "No it's actually a beluga whale..." Idiot.

Isadora

She was clothed in a sparkling ember-colored dress that pooled around her feet. When she turned, when she spoke, all eyes followed her. She was beautiful beyond anyone’s imaginings. Her eyes, framed by long dark lashes, seemed to gaze straight into your soul. Her lips, the color of red wine, never marred a word. Her hands, decorated by silver rings, need not have been decorated. Yet the rings did not seem tacky on her. They only enhanced her beauty. She was an impossible fantasy who obviously disregarded the laws of possible and impossible. This was my first time seeing her, and I was already in love. With my clouded state of mind, I sat down along with everyone else when she told us to. Rose when she told us to. Cried when she denied us, rejoiced when she changed her mind. We were under her spell and would die if she told us to. Her power she only knew too well. Whatever she wanted, she got. Whatever she hated was forgot. We became her slaves, we lived to serve her, to only catch that glimpse of her at least once daily. Our reason to live became her, our reason to die was within her. Disobey and know that you were dead too soon. We spoke her name in a hushed whisper. Isadora. Isadora.

From whence did this beauty come from? It was a mystery to us. All we knew, all we would ever know was Isadora, my Isadora. Day after day we labored for her. Built a large fortress, wove tapestries of such glory that they were only fit for Isadora. The dresses and gowns we made were spun of pure silk and gold. The labor was hard but we were convinced it was worth it. No one ever felt the need to rebel. We were all honored to be her chosen ones. Oh, Isadora, darling Isadora. She was our goddess, our shining light. Our health never failed. Isadora made sure of that. We were sheltered from the outside world, told that nothing else existed outside Isadora’s majestic walls. And we were happy as could be, we never expected more than what we had. None of us remembered how we got there. But grateful we were to be there. Nothing else matter to us but Isadora. To say that Isadora was anything but a goddess was a sin. Or should’ve been a sin in our minds.

My photo. I know you like it. Thank you.

Seduction

With nails the color of blood, lips the color of cherries, eyes the color of the sky; she stares into yours with an unmatchable intensity. You blink, not able to control yourself under her glare. The light reflects off her eyes making rainbows. Her beauty is irrestible. Time to succumb.

Regret

Is there an explanation
For this mess we’ve gotten in
I’ve only started to begin
To wonder what that was
I got to know you fine
Could tell you anything
You never seemed to mind
But spending every day with you
Trying to impress all I could
You were always there for me
Even though I couldn’t even be
Myself.
It hurts to know I pushed you hard
We could have been more if we tried
I know you tried
It’s all my fault, and it shows
Never pull away from someone you love
These tears will never dry
I know I’m late but I still want to try
But now it’s like we never spoke a word
Need to see you once again
Or I’ll never see the end to this hurt
Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I did this to myself.
I’m sorry I did this to you.

Interesting Links

http://www.stumbleupon.com/

Quit Smoking Ads

Does it bother ex-smokers to see "QUIT SMOKING" ads on T.V.?
It bothers me when I see anti-depression ads on T.V. It's like a constant reminder, "you have problems." I wonder if ex-smokers get the urge to smoke again when they see those ads. It's like telling a dog they can't have a treat, then putting it in front of them. The poor dogs.
But I guess it serves them right for ever smoking in the first place?

If I Were Someone Else

If I were someone else
I'd be a maiden in a tour
With a knight meant to save me
He'd be wearing glistening armour
He'd have good hair, good teeth
A wide smile
A good heart
If I were someone else
I wouldn't be me.