I think You should know

Tell me what's your purpose, tell me what's your plans?
I've come along this far now, having left it in your hands.
I'm sure you've thought about it, you've got it figured out,
Is there someway you could show me, what it's all about?

People say have faith and hope, believe in all you can,
But what's a girl to do when her life is just a sham?
I turn to you for answers, there's something I need to know,
You remain so tight-lipped, the signs will never show.

what's under my bed.

Squeal in delight or squeal in pain,
Hold your breath and you might faint.
Slash me once then stitch me up,
Look me in the eyes and tell me what.

Feign this life and fake it out.
Just keep moving, it's the only route.
Sickened to the bone, I wanna hurl,
Lying alone in a desolate curl.

Imagine a ghastly beast trapped in a cage,
There's only one emotion and that's rage.
Do a double take and look hard again,
The raw truth will drive you insane.

Live in the pretense of false truth,
Warp young minds, fib like a sleuth.
Walk down the path of shame and guilt,
Then crash and burn into all you've built.

Cultivating deceit is what you do best,
All done with such gusto and zest.
You fooled me once, you fooled me twice,
No amounts of sorries will suffice.

Let's keep running...time's wasting.

Let's all keep the pace to get to end of this never-ending race.

I feel like running on forever, running to an end I cannot see. I want to sprint down this path that's been built for me till I keel over. I never want to look back, but I don't want to see what's ahead of me. It's like running down a dark hallway not knowing where your feet will take you but at some point you come to a dead end and the only way to run is back. Yet back is the one place I don't wanna go.

It's a race I'll never win.

C'est La Vie?

Right.

singin' the blues.

How is it possible to feel this way,
To be broken and torn yet feel so whole?
How is it possible to feel this way,
To live wanting what you know you can't get?

What is it that I must do,
To erase these thoughts from my mind?
What is it that I must do,
To know I have to live without you?

Why is it that life brings us
The very things we want but can't have?
Why is it that life brings us
The torment of emotions that we feel?

Who is it that I must seek,
To alter the way that I feel?
Who is it that I must seek,
To overpower the thoughts of you?

When is it the time,
For when I'll stop these thoughts?
When is it the time,
For when I won't want you as mine?

Who, what, why, when and how?
You've brought me happiness I've never known.
Who, what, why, when and how?
The thoughts of you just make me whole.

Gympied.

It's been a long time since I received comments from "anonymouses". If there is such a word. I guess when poems are written, in a way they relate to different people. Yet some people read my blog and think its about them, and go on a rampage about what I've written. It's funny if you think about it. My poems are not exactly a representation of me, or people around me. It is a passing thought in my mind that has struck me with inspiration to write. Perhaps some of it comes from feelings I already have, but my words are ironic. They never mean what they seem. Imagine with my entry "Like it or not" were true, that means I'd either be dead or seriously putting a gun to someone's head.

I'll never write with a dead straight meaning that's easy to interpret to everyone. And I suppose things I write are written with kind of an open ending, or open meaning. Am I making sense? It's silly, if I wanted to write something that is directed to a certain someone in hope they will read it and understand it immediately, I wouldn't put it on my blog. That would be wayyyy too personal. I don't believe in publicising my life and it's stories, especially not on the internet where almost everyone has access to anything. There has to be some form of privacy, right?

Anyhoos, had a launch party organised my CANWA, my client from the previous semester. It was a celebration of the first birthday of CANWA's developement in Kellerberrin, as well as an official launch of MY corporate doco. The one I produced!! There was even an ex-governor who officially launched it for them, and for the first time in my life, got official thanks for something I had worked on. The feeling was amazing! When I got into this, I had no idea what an impact it would have on this community I didn't even know existed. Things have definitely snow-balled since then.

I was even interviewed by an SBS reporter. Ok I know its not like its Channel 7, 9 or 10, but hey, its still a little something right? Coming from a 3rd year film student. I was completely overwhelmed. The fact that people were coming up to me telling me what a great job we did, how fantastic the film is, the impact on CANWA and the people of Kellerberrin, and getting great thanks, I almost couldn't take it all in. I'm so glad we had that opportunity to create that film, and me, the opportunity to produce it. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything else in the world.

Thank you CANWA, community of Kellerberrin, and the Narasirato Pan Pipers.

What if.

What if I've made a mistake,
By falling in love with you?
Everything fell in place,
All too quickly, too soon.

What if I've made a mistake,
By wanting you for my own?
It all seemed so perfect,
Whenever we were alone.

You're the missing part of me,
The piece that makes me whole.
You've helped me grow,
In all that I know.
I ask you now, what if?

How do I go on,
Knowing that this is wrong?
You fill me with strength,
Strength of you and me.

How do I go on,
Knowing the world will change?
Where the world is judemental,
And nothing will be the same.

You're the missing part of me,
The piece that makes me whole.
You've helped me grow,
In all that I know.
I ask you now, what if?

In the end you'll never know,
How you've touched my heart and soul.
It's a secret I shall forever keep,
Things may be best when you don't know.

like it or not.

Kill me now or kill me quick,
I need to get out off this fix.
Blow me up or gun me down,
I don't care if the people frown.

Wear a mask, hide your face,
Get the hell out of this place.
Run I say, run for your lives,
Or i'll stab you with these knives.

Take a gun, put it to your head.
But I might kill you instead.
Smell death assail your nose,
You might need a bigger dose.

Scream and shout with all your might,
Nothing will put out this fight.
This trigger is all it will take,
Its either gonna make or break.

Inhale the stench of your life,
It's the last you'll breath of this strife.
I'll take it all from right under you,
For you it's the least I could do.

you make me

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

An explicit sense of grace,
Maybe unknown to you,
Delight in the little moments,
Cherishing those that are few.

Laughter once lost to me,
Blooms now in my world.
Pure joy of being,
Moments that make me swirl.

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

My eyes have been opened,
I feel reborn again.
As I pick up the pieces,
Look back I must refrain.

Simliar thoughts coincide,
Smiles are all around.
Once in a while we collide,
Yet nothing gets us down.

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

all. fwooped. out.

In exuberance we dance,
To the joyful sounds of captivation.
With gaiety we sing,
To the euphoric tunes of life.

Close your eyes little one,
The heavens are near,
Be immersed in the beat of time,
And reach for the celestial sphere.

Reach out and celebrate,
Inhale the breeze of life.
Run through to liberation,
Exhale with triumphant glee.