I really ought to relay a message to you.
An important, and heartfelt message.

Thank you.

I know that I haven't been in the best mindset,
and I know I am not the only one drowning in this work load.
But You have all been so helpful, I am beginning to feel quite guilty.

You have helped me finish projects,
you have bought me food and coffee, when I have not a penny to my name.
You have held me on a verge of a break down,
you have made me laugh when all light seemed to have faded.
You have the same amount of work, but you don't let that get in the way of friendship,
and that means all of the world to me...

Thank you all so much...
I don;t know what I would do without you.

♥ :)

Life

I'm calling, Tooku agaku boku no uta ga
Kimi no hoho wo sora ni mukeraretara
Hitori janai...

Whether we run or fight,
we still struggle to maintain our identity.
Refusing to give into the current of the river we call life.
We battle the normality we gaze upon each day.
Foolishly we fall in the same holes,
remaining in the same ruts we have been in for so long.


Love is a fleeting lie we use to cover our true identities.
Though the lust and compassion is ever so magnificent,
we still fall through the cracks in the ice.

Our emotions rule our sense of judgment.
Clouding all we see, hear, feel.
Sensory deprivation.

The lustful boy is the sensual whore's best friend.

Don't turn your back on a friend,
that's the first rule to all friendships.
Though when we look a it realistically, no one really abides by this.
The world is filled with backstabbers and we must just become accustomed to this.
You can try to change the worlds ways, but don't get your hopes up.

Don't get your hopes up.

For hope is a devilish emotion.
One of joy, until everything comes crashing down.
It can leave us satisfied, or torn.
Life's about taking chances, accept or decline.

Just remember Misery is the king of sadness,
Joy, the queen of happiness...
It's a war of two kingdoms, and your smack dab in the middle.
Chose your weapons carefully, and never forget to look behind you every once and a while.

©2009
Morgan Doowrah

Before

I sit here in this quite, tiny room.|
Filled with nothing but silence and hard determined students,
cramming every last bit of information in before thier up and coming tests.
Thinking to myself, how did I get here?

I have come from a world of delusion and agony,
where nothing was known and existence was a chore,
to a world where there is life. Beings that breath ans smile.
I can;t help but to think about all the times I have cried in the past year,
and try to compare them to how many times I have cried within these past two months.
It is almost like taking a pinata filled to the brim with water and comparing it to a broken mashed up one.
Tears used to be a daily ritual, but now I seldom feel them.

My arms still hold testament to my battles,
as do my thighs.
But neither bug me.
Neither catch the attention unless looked at closely.
Though the temptation is still there, calling me, haunting me,
I have been able to stave them off.

My heart has almost healed.
though there is still a hole, yes, a hole.
It was where you were once, happily snuggled up,
close to me,
always with me.
yes
It was your home, it was my comfort.
Now that you are gone,
it is a bit colder now.
I miss that bit of warmth you used to supply me with,
that warm hug on that cold snowy day.
When the sky was black and the stars were out.
I miss the giggle and the laughing fits we shared.
I miss our kisses under the snow fall.
But all of this is just a memory now.
A distant photograph, in an album tucked far away.

I know you don't see it that way.
But I do, and always will.
You were my first, and you will always have that little hole in my heart to crawl back into.

I sit here now and can't decide whether or not to cry or smile.
Thinking back on those days is both hard but pleasing,
knowing i have fought a war and one, yet knowing I have lost so much because of it.
None the less, the sun still shines, and the days continue to turn,
I'm still here, and I still want to continue on...


©2009
Morgan Doowrah

Obsucre

You lost a freedom in which we tend to obscure. To let the benine truth escape you, whilst you hide amongst the ancient trees in the deepest, darkest, forest of the world. Concealing yourself in a tomb like state. You'd rather let time pass you by, then reach up and grasp the day, and live for what is to come, not what is coming now. Don't you get it? It is fair to feel so cold, when the sun radiates a light so hot. It is fine to know fear, when all others travel forward with smiles on their faces. It is how you were formed. It is how you shall grow stronger. It is how you will move forward...

To fend off the demons you thought you had locked away, in the dark, narrow hole in your bleeding heart. They'll eat their way out, you should know that. The demon's tooth is a brutal weapon. One which we can not harness. Your blood is the fuel of the darkness. Your blood is the potion of love for the evil. Don't give your soul to the over lord. He'll toy with your mind, impaling your thoughts and notions. Restraining your every movement. Devouring you, one cell at a time.

You lost a freedom in which we tend to obscure. and because of that, you'll grow stronger...

[Just a random poem that lept from my mind and filtered itself through my fingers... Hope it makes sense, though I don't really care if you don't understand... no one does]