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"Writing Pad"

So, a bit of a description to the following poem. This poem is a result of a little thing I have on my desktop of my computer, it is a little notepad document titled 'writing pad'. I literally open it every now and then and just type anything and everything. And every week or so, I will go back to it, and pick things out. Sometimes whole verses, sometimes just a line. I fid it a really helpful tool when I'm stuck for ideas or I have forgotten something that was pressing on my mind a few days ago. So this is a snippet from my 'writing pad'. an unedited piece that took me probably five minutes to write.

call me out.

take me in.

repeat everything you said

in the light not the dark.

everything is different.

now notice that you survived.

and

we are caught out like soldiers

in the heat of the day.

and

we are caught out like soldiers

blood stains give them away.

just because you said it doesn't mean you meant it.

we are faking a life

and it has caught up with us.

Here we are on this broken road.
We know each sign and each crack on the side.
One more time I’m stuck listening...
Scars on your fingers, you kept me close

We heard them coming, we felt their stares
And it hurt for both of us.
I’ll write myself a new song
I’ll trust myself a little more
And remind you how the broken window was fixed

It isn’t over. Just look what you did.
Like a game of snakes and ladders you slipped
And I was left to help you up again

I’ll write myself a new song.
I’ll trust myself a little more,
And remind you how the broken window was fixed

I need a new song.
Something to sing and believe.
Something with meaning and as complex as us.
Trust me a little, cry for a while
And remember that the broken window was fixed
That the letterbox still gets mail
And the clock still ticks.

Challenging Thoughts in a Conquered Mind

She coined an idea, not a phrase

Struggled through every day.

She wanted to tell;

it weighed heavy on her tongue, not her heart

A form of sentimental art

important to the lost kings and queens

somewhere in her mind

Oh if only she could find! what those rulers once believed

and practice what they preach

But her mind is a copper cage.

Wire so thin yet it collectively suffocates

And to this day

she continues in the cliche set by the those who draw the wire.

A bit dark and a bit relevant

Everything around you

moves forward

The businessmen march on their playground concrete

Your fingers tap like a drum....

waiting for your time to come

I pointed out to you that the birds fly south

for the cold days ahead.

Preparations like a picnic,

oh, you've got a be prepared.

Will you wish for something

other than death?

Absent, Crazed, Love.

The motions again and the moment again
and it repeats repeats repeats

And I'm writing and I'm feeling and you aren’t here
Will you be here tomorrow when it’s all normal again?

And that was when it all came crashing down on me.
This time it was real and you were there
and you were there?
and you were...

Cross paths cross ways and spill out a memory of gold
and mould me a concrete heart so it won’t break.

"You can't always get what you want"

"You can't always get what you want"

The Rolling Stones said it. In what regards the Rolling Stones meant it is questionable. However it was tongued, it rings with meaning.

Today I figured out that we have dreams for a reason. We have visions of what we want in our life, how we see ourselves living, for a reason. We don't have these dreams to torment us, or remind us of what we can't have.

They were put there because, however undercover it may seem, those dreams, wishes, desires, visions are what we want. What we are to strive for. It is a goal implanted in us, for our own personal happiness.

And we don't have to settle. Don't settle for what your life is if it's not how you visioned it to be. People, even important people in your life, may tell you that your life is good, or to be thankful for what you have, or to be content and enjoy what you have. And all these things may be true, but it doesn't mean that that has to be your life.

If you find yourself not completely happy with how your life is, if you visioned it differently, it is a signal to do something about it. To settle for what you have and not going after your dreams, because, well, hey, "you can't always get what you want" is not good enough. Why the hell would you not try to get what you want?

To go back to the Rolling Stones, they developed their idea further; "You can't always get what you want. But if you try, sometimes you might find, you get what you need". The issue for them is want and need. How indistinguishable the difference is between those two terms. Need implies survival, and most would relate this to basic human survival. Want would be, by comparison, desires and wishes, not necessary to the continual existence of a person. But what about the soul? The deeper emotional side that makes up, arguably the most vital part of us as humans? Aren't then the needs of our soul, the typically classified 'wants'?

Without basing such a huge idea on a song, a key argument can be drawn from this. Those dreams we have inside us are not mere wants to be pushed aside, ignored, and deemed unattainable and frivolous. Those dreams are what our soul needs, our inner being needs. Why else would we feel so impassioned and constantly reminded of them? So, go for what you want. Aim for that dream, try and make your vision your life. Why the hell wouldn't you.