I remember the way,
You looked in my eyes,
An angel just standing there,
No need for a disguise,
A simpler time,
With no tech for fun,
We'd just build cubbies,
Or ride bikes, or run,
Till we were so tired,
We'd fall on the ovals grass,
Panting and giggling,
Watching the clouds go past,
Those times were the best,
I think I'll ever get,
But time it marches on,
And soon we all forget,
The things we said we'd do,
As we all moved away,
I lost your address,
Then life got in the way,
Forgive me please will you,
And write if you remember,
It's cold now in my heart,
Like a chilly new York December,
Angela I still remember,
All the times we shared,
I wrote this just to show you,
That I still cared.
Written on 04/07/2009 in 15 minutes.
It really is about a long lost girlfriend. Not the first time I have written a poem about you Angela. The first one was in year 4. LOL. That one even made the teachers take notice because it was so good. I still have the original paper I wrote it on. One day I'd like to show it to you. I realize your probably married and so on by now, but you were my first childhood sweetheart, and I just wanted to see if this tech stuff could find you. So Angela Cooper, from Cohuna Victoria back in 1983 or so, if you remember me and want to say hi, send me a tweet on twitter @pathosbedlam.
Pathos
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Other Side.
The grass isn't always greener,
On the other side,
It's just that after a while,
We all get color blind,
To how good what we have is,
And how we forget to show,
The people in our lives,
What we think they all know,
The words we don't say,
Or the ones that we scream,
In a moment of anger,
Just like a bad dream,
And once it is broken,
And shattered on the floor,
No amount of sorry,
Will bring it back once more,
So treasure each day you have,
With those that you love,
They're the gifts we are sent,
From the stars up above,
Treat them with respect,
And treat them with care,
Cause if you do break them,
They soon won't be there.
Written in 5 minutes (Seriously yes that quick, this one just flowed so easy) on the 02/06/2009 at 16:02pm. Probably cause I have already learned this lesson. Now it's your turn. | :-|)>
Pathos
On the other side,
It's just that after a while,
We all get color blind,
To how good what we have is,
And how we forget to show,
The people in our lives,
What we think they all know,
The words we don't say,
Or the ones that we scream,
In a moment of anger,
Just like a bad dream,
And once it is broken,
And shattered on the floor,
No amount of sorry,
Will bring it back once more,
So treasure each day you have,
With those that you love,
They're the gifts we are sent,
From the stars up above,
Treat them with respect,
And treat them with care,
Cause if you do break them,
They soon won't be there.
Written in 5 minutes (Seriously yes that quick, this one just flowed so easy) on the 02/06/2009 at 16:02pm. Probably cause I have already learned this lesson. Now it's your turn. | :-|)>
Pathos
Restraint of Pain.
Another year goes by,
Without you here to say,
Come over to my place,
Listen to my drums play,
Another contemplation,
Of things we didn't do,
Like the concert you wanted to go to,
But I had less time for you,
As guilty as the noose you had,
Around your throbbing neck,
Is how I feel about your death,
It's like I stacked the deck,
I didn't spend enough time with you,
I know I could have done more,
But the times we shared were fun,
Like the speedway night for sure,
I hope I can forgive me,
I know that you already have,
Enjoy your time without me,
One day we'll meet again and laugh.,
But till then I'm here without you,
My life a bit mis-jointed,
Though worry not I will carry on,
I don't want my friends disappointed.
Written in 40 minutes finished at 12:50am on 15/06/2009. 2 years 2days from my friends suicide. Tough times.
Pathos.
Without you here to say,
Come over to my place,
Listen to my drums play,
Another contemplation,
Of things we didn't do,
Like the concert you wanted to go to,
But I had less time for you,
As guilty as the noose you had,
Around your throbbing neck,
Is how I feel about your death,
It's like I stacked the deck,
I didn't spend enough time with you,
I know I could have done more,
But the times we shared were fun,
Like the speedway night for sure,
I hope I can forgive me,
I know that you already have,
Enjoy your time without me,
One day we'll meet again and laugh.,
But till then I'm here without you,
My life a bit mis-jointed,
Though worry not I will carry on,
I don't want my friends disappointed.
Written in 40 minutes finished at 12:50am on 15/06/2009. 2 years 2days from my friends suicide. Tough times.
Pathos.
Farewell.
Here's my body,
I give it to you all,
I lay it here upon the floor,
Treat it well,
With kindness and faith,
I don't need it anymore
My time has passed,
And so it is,
That it is time to leave,
No tears for me,
This mortal shell,
No longer will you grieve,
I've had my time,
In this mortal plane,
Existence at it's best,
But now I leave,
And go explore,
All of the rest.
Written in 10 minutes, 18/06/2009 at 15:39pm. Just popped into my head, and I was in front of the PC so quickly typed it up in wordpad. Not about suicide, just about knowing that when your time is over, remember to be gracious and say goodbye to your friends if you can.
I give it to you all,
I lay it here upon the floor,
Treat it well,
With kindness and faith,
I don't need it anymore
My time has passed,
And so it is,
That it is time to leave,
No tears for me,
This mortal shell,
No longer will you grieve,
I've had my time,
In this mortal plane,
Existence at it's best,
But now I leave,
And go explore,
All of the rest.
Written in 10 minutes, 18/06/2009 at 15:39pm. Just popped into my head, and I was in front of the PC so quickly typed it up in wordpad. Not about suicide, just about knowing that when your time is over, remember to be gracious and say goodbye to your friends if you can.
Silence
Silence is golden,
Or so we are told,
But silence is useless,
As we all grow so old,
The age of retirement,
The so called golden years,
What's so good about being old,
Living with loneliness and tears,
Scared of dying alone in bed,
With no family there to say,
That they will miss you when you go,
As you slowly fade away,
Consider this rhyme as you grow old,
And ask yourself this question,
Why are you scared of commitment,
Be brave and find a new direction.
Written at 03:47am on the 28/05/2009.
Just a short poem, to say to people that there is no reason to be scared of commitment to a relationship, because Family is more important than fear. If your parents were too scared, maybe you wouldn't even exist. So be brave, and live free of fear.
Pathos.
Or so we are told,
But silence is useless,
As we all grow so old,
The age of retirement,
The so called golden years,
What's so good about being old,
Living with loneliness and tears,
Scared of dying alone in bed,
With no family there to say,
That they will miss you when you go,
As you slowly fade away,
Consider this rhyme as you grow old,
And ask yourself this question,
Why are you scared of commitment,
Be brave and find a new direction.
Written at 03:47am on the 28/05/2009.
Just a short poem, to say to people that there is no reason to be scared of commitment to a relationship, because Family is more important than fear. If your parents were too scared, maybe you wouldn't even exist. So be brave, and live free of fear.
Pathos.
Slave
Another day wasted,
And closer to the grave,
Another dollar earned,
Because I'm a slave,
To the system I'm stuck in,
I'll never be set free,
Until the day my life ends,
Someone set me free.
Written in 5 minutes, 22/06/2009.
Short poem I wrote just cause I can, and I know it sound suicidal, but trust me, I like my games too much. It's just expressing emotions that everyone has, but fail to realize till it consumes them. Which is then too late to save them.
Pathos
And closer to the grave,
Another dollar earned,
Because I'm a slave,
To the system I'm stuck in,
I'll never be set free,
Until the day my life ends,
Someone set me free.
Written in 5 minutes, 22/06/2009.
Short poem I wrote just cause I can, and I know it sound suicidal, but trust me, I like my games too much. It's just expressing emotions that everyone has, but fail to realize till it consumes them. Which is then too late to save them.
Pathos
No Such Thing.
There's no such thing as perfect,
In these imperfect human shells,
Nothing is really quite as sweet,
As you think that it really smells,
Perfection is unattainable,
While we're stuck in this place,
Something we will never get,
Till we attain angelic grace.
Written in 5 minutes 29/06/2009 as a response to Authspot poem on twitter called I Dream of a Perfect Place. Just kinda popped in my head after reading it. The weird thing is I am not even religious. LOL.
Pathos.
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His poem is below for reasons of comparison.
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by AhAndy, Jun 28, 2009
My view of a perfect life.
I dreamt of this place…
I dreamt of this place
Where you can only hear birds singing;
You can only feel the bliss of the air
The only thing you can watch is kids playing
Where you only imagined how life could be worse
And not how it could be better
I dreamt of this place, where life was perfect.
In these imperfect human shells,
Nothing is really quite as sweet,
As you think that it really smells,
Perfection is unattainable,
While we're stuck in this place,
Something we will never get,
Till we attain angelic grace.
Written in 5 minutes 29/06/2009 as a response to Authspot poem on twitter called I Dream of a Perfect Place. Just kinda popped in my head after reading it. The weird thing is I am not even religious. LOL.
Pathos.
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His poem is below for reasons of comparison.
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by AhAndy, Jun 28, 2009
My view of a perfect life.
I dreamt of this place…
I dreamt of this place
Where you can only hear birds singing;
You can only feel the bliss of the air
The only thing you can watch is kids playing
Where you only imagined how life could be worse
And not how it could be better
I dreamt of this place, where life was perfect.
Running on Empty.
Running on empty,
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,
Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real,
I remember all the times we had,
Wishing they'd never end,
Holding you so close to me,
My only real best friend,
But then something changed,
And you turned so cold,
I felt your warmth for me wither,
I felt it in my soul,
I wonder how I'll deal with life,
Now I'm growing old alone.
I didn't want it to end like this,
Look at what you've done,
Running on empty,
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,
Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real.
Written on the 29/06/2009 at 3am. In about 10 minutes. Just something I wrote cause the start jumped in my head, and I decided to see where it would go. Not directed at anyone, it could be about any couples breakup.
Pathos
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,
Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real,
I remember all the times we had,
Wishing they'd never end,
Holding you so close to me,
My only real best friend,
But then something changed,
And you turned so cold,
I felt your warmth for me wither,
I felt it in my soul,
I wonder how I'll deal with life,
Now I'm growing old alone.
I didn't want it to end like this,
Look at what you've done,
Running on empty,
With nowhere to hide,
The darkness creeps up on me,
And stands by my side,
Running on empty,
With nothing left to feel,
Alone here without you,
How I wish this wasn't real.
Written on the 29/06/2009 at 3am. In about 10 minutes. Just something I wrote cause the start jumped in my head, and I decided to see where it would go. Not directed at anyone, it could be about any couples breakup.
Pathos
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