You have to be firm and strong inside, it is the only way. The only fight left in the real world. Your heart have to be hard and black, you have to be strong, stronger than yesterday to face today. The only way through this troubled times is to fight back, and not run away from it. You have to stand up and fight, even though you die in the end, you know you have fought enough. No one is there to stop you from fighting but there will be people who stop you from going to where you are headed. Then you must fight even harder, fight even more. Bleed and fall down, but stand up quickly, because the enemy is not going to give you time to regain your composure. You must hasten your blows and stand up tall and fight back. We must fight for ourselves, not for freedom, not for love, not for peace, but save our own souls before we even fight more.
Life is all about fighting. Fighting to become you want to be, not who you are destined to be. Being the strongest, it is the only way. You have no other alternatives. You have no choice. You have no chance.
Having a darken heart, it is the only way.
Soon I might dead, but I do not even care, I do not care, I do not care. As long as I know, I have fought for what I live for, then I am at peace. Life is such a struggle, an irony. I used to think that life was a breeze, so easy to go and past. But I was wrong. Life is all about fighting. Am I thinking right? I do not care, as long as I can fight.
There are people in the house, there are lives, but in reality, there is nobody home in my heart.There is no one alive. No souls to understand what I am going through, because there are no two souls like mine. My soul will forever be floating and adrift somewhere out there and probably set ablaze by the fires of my own heart. I am disturbed, depressed and finding myself. 19 is too young a age to be going through all of these. Sometimes I love my mental capability, sometimes I despise it. It thinks terrible thoughts, thoughts that are too terrible to be described. I deserve a place at the mental instituition then? One cannot deny my place there if you have had a guided tour of my neuro-connections, passing on a ferry shipped to my core center.
Well, it has certainly made me feel better, writing everything down in letters because only in my writing that I understood myself. How do you save someone who is always fighting?
Showing posts with label Songs of Songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Songs of Songs. Show all posts
Monday, May 12, 2008
My Secret Garden *Again*
Seriously, it flows and looks better on a centralised formating. Unfortunately dummie blogspot finds some broken chains of HTML and screwed it up.
My Secret Garden
I have a secret garden
untouched by human hands
locked by thorns
surrounding the gates
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
which blooms white roses
and flows red blood
like a little stream
carries love-hate lies
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
pure and white leaves
stretches her flaps
and wrapping around
the only one crying tree
in the middle of the roses
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
hurt by voices in the air
that the wind sometimes bring
the roses would frown
and chant a tune to overshadow
the noise which hurts my soul, all
behind the doors of
my secret garden
No one has found the
tiny key to
my secret garden
No one ever will,
because I hid it deep
beneath skin and bones,
etched the only map portrait
of my secret garden
on none
but only where it hurts the most.
My Heart.
My Secret Garden
I have a secret garden
untouched by human hands
locked by thorns
surrounding the gates
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
which blooms white roses
and flows red blood
like a little stream
carries love-hate lies
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
pure and white leaves
stretches her flaps
and wrapping around
the only one crying tree
in the middle of the roses
behind the doors of
my secret garden
I have a secret garden
hurt by voices in the air
that the wind sometimes bring
the roses would frown
and chant a tune to overshadow
the noise which hurts my soul, all
behind the doors of
my secret garden
No one has found the
tiny key to
my secret garden
No one ever will,
because I hid it deep
beneath skin and bones,
etched the only map portrait
of my secret garden
on none
but only where it hurts the most.
My Heart.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
My Secret Garden
i have certainly not written any poetry for a long while, well since literature classes i suppose. i happen to chance upon a muse today. it was refreshing, to let my thoughts come out as it is. for some reason, it is kind of like a goth-ed theme. i don't know :D
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Come Home
I am a person who is very - versed in words, and literally. I decided to write another song, and its completion date is of course today. :D
this one is called Come Home. it is more personal than the first one, because this one contains more emotions and the mention of my family members clearly define who i am talkin about.
Come Home
Written and Produced by Ena
Produced by Little Sunshine House Productions
as time drifts along
tears fall down endlessly
never thinking again,
all died away
never to see you again,
never to hear you again.
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
and i'll soon be gone on a jumbo plane
far far from where we used to play.
couldn't bear to leave this place
but soon i have to go away
and i know i can never see you
even if i come back again
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
Oh my father, the flowers
won't ever bloom, ever again.
i want to hear the sounds of
your gentle steps once more
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
When will we be home, together again?
this one is called Come Home. it is more personal than the first one, because this one contains more emotions and the mention of my family members clearly define who i am talkin about.
Come Home
Written and Produced by Ena
Produced by Little Sunshine House Productions
as time drifts along
tears fall down endlessly
never thinking again,
all died away
never to see you again,
never to hear you again.
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
and i'll soon be gone on a jumbo plane
far far from where we used to play.
couldn't bear to leave this place
but soon i have to go away
and i know i can never see you
even if i come back again
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
Oh my father, the flowers
won't ever bloom, ever again.
i want to hear the sounds of
your gentle steps once more
why did you have to go?
why did you have to go so soon?
when are you coming home daddy?
little nana is waiting
and mummy and aaron dear
when are you coming home?
daddy, come home now
When will we be home, together again?
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Storm Passing Over
Storm Passing Over Written by Ena
starting up the car
turn the sterring wheel
all the way downhill, down the busy road
a left turn about
right at the gates, every single day
but now i've got no one
no one to take me there
its raining here
when will the storm be over
when will i wakeup from the this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
i took the bus again
starring out my window
saw the little lane
that we past through each day
then i would remember
how you and i would go up, and down the hill
now my tears keep falling falling falling
because now i've got no one
no one to take me there
it's raining here
when will the storm be passing over
when will i wake up from this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
oh what is this feeling of lost and illusions
who's gonna shelter me from the rain
who's gonna give me the keys to my life
now that you're gone
oh when will the storm be passing over
when will i wake up from this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
starting up the car
turn the sterring wheel
all the way downhill, down the busy road
a left turn about
right at the gates, every single day
but now i've got no one
no one to take me there
its raining here
when will the storm be over
when will i wakeup from the this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
i took the bus again
starring out my window
saw the little lane
that we past through each day
then i would remember
how you and i would go up, and down the hill
now my tears keep falling falling falling
because now i've got no one
no one to take me there
it's raining here
when will the storm be passing over
when will i wake up from this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
oh what is this feeling of lost and illusions
who's gonna shelter me from the rain
who's gonna give me the keys to my life
now that you're gone
oh when will the storm be passing over
when will i wake up from this dream
how long have i been here
i don't know, i don't know
when are you coming back home?
Monday, May 14, 2007
Kelly Clarkson - To Make You Feel My Love lyrics and a montage of Katherine McPhee.
I feel that this song describes how I feel right now about him.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Oohhhh ohhohh
The storms of rage are rolling wild and free
Down that highway of regret
The wind of change is blowing wild and free
But you aint seen nothing like me yet
There aint nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the end of the earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
The hottest songs from Kelly Clarkson
I feel that this song describes how I feel right now about him.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Oohhhh ohhohh
The storms of rage are rolling wild and free
Down that highway of regret
The wind of change is blowing wild and free
But you aint seen nothing like me yet
There aint nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the end of the earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
The hottest songs from Kelly Clarkson
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~ Ena ~
Nationality Thai ( **Kisses for Shopping, no $$ though** )
Interests I adore gaming~ Martial Heroes~, Perfect World and stuff (Old noob) and I love my absolute FPS game - Wolfteam. I love Figure skating and lots of other cool i don't know. I love Lifehouse music, and I think they are great. So are kelly and christina. I love music that can bring tears to my eyes too. :)
Miss Mood Changer~~ my mood varies ( important part of my development ^_^ )
Expertise Designs and graphics, Colors, texture and Computers. Yummy~ brushes, patterns, photoshop, photographs Also makeup, makeup, lots of makeup! Ring me if you need bridal, D&D makeovers
Occupation Graduate of the one and only Singapore Polytechnic Diploma in Media and communications Freelance Host, WebDesigner, Makeup Artist (MUA), Full-time Customer Service officer
Industry
Media and Public Relations, Aviation Authority
I am a 21 years old graduate of Singapore Polytechnic year 2009 I do feel like picking up the books again but not for something of my line - preferably Dermatogoly or Skin Science. I <3 Science. I don't know why I took Mass Comms.
I want to travel around the world with the love of my life <3 My oyhero ~ and do everything before I die.
Stuff I like
Black Clothes, any Music~, Makeup~, Cameras, Books~, Computers~, and a Nice Big house. ^^ Maybe 100 Billion Dollars is good too. I don't know. Life's too long.
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