My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
and I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
and I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
When I came by frozenfragrance's beautiful photomanipulations the other day, I fell in love. In particular, a few of them sparked words in my mind. She allowed me to use some of her artwork to create some visual poetry. So credit goes to her for the actual photomanipulation, whereas I wrote the poem. This is the second one.
During the last few days I've got so much afflatus to write something that I started writing some poetry. And thereupon... This is one of my pieces. I'm not sure if it's a poem or just future song's lyrics. I'll see if it turns out useful in the future
The meaning behind it can be variously interpreted. It tells a story of longing of two people, probably friends (or lovers) who somehow had been separated ( maybe involving even being forbidden to talk to each other). The taleteller is one of them. He (or she) tells us shortly about the present, which is weary, sad and soon begins to mention the past - as opposed to present, those few memories are bright and carefree. At the end we can presume that the two finally meet and getting prepared to the final goodbye, which is unavoidable.
Everybody can construes it differently. By dint of my huge inspiration you can expect some more in time But now I have to attend my two other stories! I'm hopin' you like it.
Edit: Alright guys, I'm really sorry but please stop asking me to code your journals. I'd like to help and I'll answer any questions you may have to the best of my ability but I don't have time to create and code journals for every person that asks.
I finally figured out how to code a css journal, and in my excitement on how easy it was to do I made a tutorial lol
This thing really angered me because it was impossible to find someone to help me. Everyone wanted me to download theirs or something and I'm not big on downloading things from the net. After hours of research I was able to pull together a very simple journal, I'm very excited
Not (c) to me cause I didn't create css
sorry for the category it would not let me upload to tutorials cause its not a JPEG, PNG, or SWF damn DA