Thoughts 06/29/11

Never thought healing hopes could lead to painful truths.
Cracking those lies like you're your own wikipedia.
I admit you had me when we sat in a booth.
But now I'm cracking you down as if I'm part of the media.
Your comebacks are worthless, you're not looking at my face.
Have I gone to far? Have I found a false fact in your life?
Before I was able to believe even without a trace.
But now I'm able to cut you up even with a butter knife.
But I'm not going to leave you into pieces, I'll leave you scars.
Society sucked you in but nature will help you out.
Look up and breathe the air. The only thing there is the stars.
I advise you to stay true and follow them without a pout.
You'll soon shine just like them and one day you might be looked up to.
Just be who you are and no one else. Just stay true.

Emergency Blog

Unnecessary arguments flow through the rooms
In this house of four where there's no control
Once when one takes a shot and make one situation worst
The rest comes crumpling down
Why?
Stubborn people who take in so much of their desire
To beat, to win, to become invincible
It's a childish thought to think that's what must happen
To get your way, as if it's the only way
So?
It once ruined my image of family and has begin burning
Burning the images of the young days, where everything was so new
Where happiness covered up reality, the sadness in this world
Such evidence will remain in the ashes of the image
And?
Once blown away, they will never connect
Never to be seen as a whole
Never again will it represent happiness
But only a reminder of what it was

Free Verse

Contemporary Dancing
Mary Dang
August 17th, 2010

Shirts getting tighter,
But she's not getting bigger.
She's not using any sort of strength,
But she's up above the ground.
Her shirt wrinkles,
As his hand clenches.
She's being lifted,
But her focus is still on him.
Breath getting taken away,
But he's not keeping her from breathing.
Her feet are placed flat on the ground,
His hand releases and is by his side.
His legs move behind her,
His face becomes closer.
She moves forward,
Her hands are grasped by his.
She no longer feel the ground,
But the strength between the two.
The strong powerful feeling,
As emotion is shared between the two.
Mimicking each other,
Sharing jumps, turns, and their arms.
Guiding each other,
Smiling but yet trying to keep up.
Their energy filled the room,
The viewers become inspired.
But the performers are not to show,
Instead they enjoy the same love and passion.
It ends by catching their breath and noticing their work together.

Missing.

One sleepless night and it's not because of a nightmare. My mind is lost, my heart is trembling, my vision is filled with tears. I'm not sure what I did. I'm not sure at all. I'm starting to feel like I caused it. I'm looking for a way to find you, I'm looking for a way to discover what went wrong. I'm guessing you had a bad time at work, that's where I'll be visiting first. I hope I find you, but again I hope I don't see you with that expression that made my heart trembling. Filling my mind with confusion, you were always the one to make it straight forward. So why am I questioning you? I'm not sure, maybe I'm just holding on, thinking that it was just a bad day and you were in a bad mood. But maybe you meant it, maybe you meant all those words. But maybe to you, there is no maybe, it's the real truth.

For 6 years.

We've known each other. Befriended with each other. Kept each other company. We've drifted before but we get back together. But Tonight. Where are you? What happen? Have I triggered something? Did I say something to offend you? You're so jolly, now you're out on a rampage.

You're not the type to get mad, you're not the type to break shit, you're not the type to yell.

What happen?

To someone that I've known for 6 years.

When I'm mad

It's been a while since I haven't blogged. I've been blogging on tumblr but on tumblr I cannot share my real feelings. I feel like on that blog site I can post up what happened to me or what's exciting me. Here, I can express myself more.

No one really knows when I'm mad at them unless I try to throw something at you but at that point I'm not that mad. It's when I'm quiet, it's when I decide to cut my talk short. 1 word messages, 2 letter messages, 3 periods to follow through.

When I'm really mad, I don't talk at all. I don't reply. I slip on my headphones and fade out of reality.

When I'm really mad and thoughts consumes my mind. I tend to sleep. I fall asleep. Fading away from reality and thoughts. Then it plays in my dreams. My escape from everyone and everything becomes my nightmare.

Tonight... The thoughts are consuming my mind. I shall sleep.