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You painted over my name...

Jan 1, 2012, 6:54:22 AM by ~BurntStrawberries
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You were going to call

but then you met someone else

and forgot I existed

you were going to come find me

but you found something more exciting

and the wind blew you away.

You planned to come stay

but things became complicated

and you changed directions.

You travelled elsewhere,

you disappeared.

You were going to write

but you had nothing to say.

You were going to fight for us

but there was nothing worth fighting for.

You were going to hold me

and pull me in for that long-awaited kiss

but your lips had been poisoned

by some other heart

and you painted over my name

you tore up my picture in your mind

and with one breath of air

the dust falls away

along with the mistakes you pretend

you never made

along with my face,

along with my feelings

you were going to try

but you realised that it was useless

and that i wasn't the person you thought i was

you were going to apologise

but the gap was too thick

with words unspoken and awkward

innuendo's

which stab, and poke and prod

and hurt.

you were going to make it right

but the time escaped

and you let the memories roll away

you have the chance,

it lingers before you

it whispers your name

in sultry

like a siren to a thirsty sailor

you changed course,

of course

i should have known

you should've and you could've

you probably might've

but

you didn't.

you turn your back to me

because it's easy

and we relapse into our old routines

i watch the world like its a movie screen

and sometimes

i let my mind wonder

to things which ended with what-if-s

sometimes we are presented

with lessons

rather than leisure

with pain

rather than pleasure.

it wasn't intended for me

to become too familiar

for a story happily ended.

when something is too good

the world snatches it away

like candy, too sweet

to ease the bitter taste

of torment

pleasant torture

i award you

i was going to say

that i miss you

but i realize i don't

i can't aford to wait around

for those who leave me lying with

half written fantasies

and half fulfiled ecstasy

it's only the futility of

this feeling

the mere hopelessness

that makes the details

amorphous.

you were going to take me away

but you were taken

into a darker place

and now i know

the fragility of a dream,

and how it never breaks

it just alters and loses its life

and its colour

it wilts like a flower without water

and crumples inwards like an unwanted

letter

until it turns to sand and finds its place

as something that had meaning once

something that should've lived on

into the nothingness.

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Self-repression. Sooner or later I'm going to have to face reality

and suck up whatever bit of excitement you've allowed me,

shoving it right to the back of my inside-self

and then overcoating it in layers of self-repression,

a concoction to wipe clean my over-worked anticipation- it's-time-to-move-on

and maybe all i will be left with

is a weary light which I practice ignoring

and it is lit by an incessantly foolish hope

which I some how can't shrug off quite accurately

so I bury these ripe ambitions (i try, i try)

i drum sanity into my mind and numb out the obtrusive call

that speaks with notes hitting deeply beneSelf-repression. by ~BurntStrawberries

Warmth. Carve a place into your wooden heart for me.

Let the furnace be fueled by strength,

turn out the neon light of electricity...

be kept warm with the words we do not speak,

let the fire burn onto your tongue for me.

Linger onto my name when lips are dry and cracked.

I draw fresh understanding in with each new breath I take

with each resonating thought

that fell down from the coolness of the air

that lived unkempt, and unchained

vibrations echo, ringing my name.

There is a place for you and me,

our kind seems lost among a forgotten century

refined by nothing but the direction of the wind

let itWarmth. by ~BurntStrawberries

You painted over my name... You were going to call

but then you met someone else

and forgot I existed

you were going to come find me

but you found something more exciting

and the wind blew you away.

You planned to come stay

but things became complicated

and you changed directions.

You travelled elsewhere,

you disappeared.

You were going to write

but you had nothing to say.

You were going to fight for us

but there was nothing worth fighting for.

You were going to hold me

and pull me in for that long-awaited kiss

but your lips had been poisoned

by some other heart

and you painted oYou painted over my name... by ~BurntStrawberries

What is good. I am inlove with the world

I root myself in its core

I suck sunlight off the sand

I blow a kiss to the clouds

and let my hair hang out.

I stretch out my arms

and howl to the moon

we stomp our feet in a rhythmic tune,

jolts of ecstasy in the garden

of all things good

my sadness is pardoned.

I lose myself

in the solace,

and find my center

entering an awakening embrace

with what cannot be said or seen

I have this enigma embedded

inside of me

I take pleasure in what is good,

and untainted

it's unveiled beneath the greyness

and dwells inside me

making me shuddeWhat is good. by ~BurntStrawberries

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Why I don't believe in 'New Year' Resolutions.

Jan 2, 2012, 3:15:09 AM by ~BurntStrawberries
Journals / Personal

Lately, I have been experiencing some trouble with the concept of Resolutions birthed around the New Year. This is due to numerous reasons, particularly because - although the New Year marks a "physical" representation of a point in time ending, and a new starting point beginning - time is elusive and an illusion.

And with this being said, every day is a new beginning. Every day presents us with an oppurtunity to have goals which we plan to achieve or reach or work towards.

Anyway, I looked up what resolution meant in the dictionary. I found these meanings which I thought fit:

1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.
2. A resolving to do something.
3. A course of action determined or decided on.

I support the idea of having direction, motivation and determinition to reach specific and tangible goals but I do not condone the belief that the New Year will guide us to actually sticking to the plans we have made.

I do not enjoy the limitations of feeling compelled to do something if it is for any reason other than my sheer ambition and drive, for self-success in completing a personal task.

If I was to have any resolutions it would be to stop smoking and exercise more. I guess I am definitly NOT the only person with these challenges in waiting to be tackled.

I feel it is best not to iscolate or restrict the plans we have to being contained within a "year."
The New Year does give one a sense of refreshment, a new start, a clean slate...
but ultimately, these things can be misleading and slightly disappointing.

I want to say that I woke up on the 1st of January, 2012 (fireworks go here) and I felt inspired and alive, and ready to combat the rest of the 365 days ahead.
But let us be realistic.
I woke up hung over, anxious about starting studying and feeling a little depressed. Maybe depressed is the wrong word. Confused and unsettled seems more fit.

My mother is an astrologer and she says the best time to kick-start new plans of action and whatnot, is around a new moon, which was actually a couple of days ago and not on New Year at all.

So, my theory is that the hype surrounding New Years will envitably die down and leave those who felt maybe re-charged with a bitter understanding of the term: "same shit, different day."

It is not being motivated when the masses decide it is the RIGHT TIME, but following your own personal instincts, intution and callings- and challenging onself for a reason deeper than: "a new year, a new start, a new beginning."

This is idealistic.
Each and EVERY day is a new start. If you can achieve your goals within the context and boundaries marked by a year then I applaud you.

I have no smoked a cigarette since New Year,
not because I am trying to have a "smoke-free" 2012 but because I do not want to.

It is a choice which spans deeper than the fickleness of one particular date in time, which holds significance to people. I embrace the New Year, as it is the beginning of a "fresh" cycle but I do not feel obligated to change/better myself purely because of this.

and so I will go on living, hoping to learn more about living, and to have firm determination in everything I do, at all times.

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~Electric-blue-berry Nov 15, 2011

Loving your poetry its amaize

you talented beautiful lady xx

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We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.
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~Meicowie Nov 17, 2010

Phht. get off deviant art! You should be studying

~BurntStrawberries Nov 17, 2010

says you- naughty naughty.
I'm addicted, can't you tell?!
pah ha ha.although that is quite true, I probably should be studying, I have realized that writing poetry is way more fun

LOVE YOU lots
x

~allu009 Nov 14, 2010

hey!!
cool gallery!!!

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Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

~BurntStrawberries Nov 14, 2010

thank you so much

~allu009 Nov 15, 2010

u r welcome
so
whatzupp!!!

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Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

~BurntStrawberries Nov 17, 2010

ah nothing much.
Life is quite stressful now but I try to vent it out through my writing and art, etc...
and for you

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