Runaway - The National

The lyrics to "Runaway" by the National, taken from their album "High Violet".

this song is hauntingly beautiful.

Enjoy!!

There's no savin' anything
Now we're swallowin' the shine of the sun
There's no savin' anything
From the shine of the sun

But I won't be no runaway
Cause I won't run
No I won't be no runaway

What makes you think I’m enjoyin' being led to the flood
We got another thing comin' undone
That’s taking us over

We don't bleed when we don't fight
Go ahead go ahead
Throw your arms in the air tonight
We don't bleed when we don't fight
Go ahead go ahead
Throw your shirts in the fire tonight

What makes you think I’m enjoying being led to the flood
We got another thing comin' undone


But I won't be no runaway
Cause I won't run
No I won't be no runaway
Cause I won't run
No I won't be no runaway

what makes you think I’m enjoyin' being led to the flood
We got another thing comin' undone
That’s taking forever

We don't bleed when we don't fight
go ahead go ahead
Throw your arms in the air tonight
we don't bleed when we don't fight
Go ahead go ahead
There’s our shirts in the fire tonight

what makes you think I'm enjoying being led to the flood
we got another thing comin' undone
we got another thing comin' undone
That’s taking us over

I'll go bravin' anything
With you swallowin' the shine of the sun
I'll go bravin' everything
With you swallowin' the shine
But I won't be no runaway
Cause I won't run
No I won't be no runaway
Cause I won't run
No I won't be no runaway

What makes you think I’m enjoying being led to the flood
We got another thing comin' undone
They’ve taken us over
We don't bleed when we don't fight
go ahead go ahead
Throw your arms in the air tonight
We don't bleed when we don't fight
Go ahead go ahead
Lose our shirts in the fire

What makes you think I’m enjoying being led to the flood
We got another thing comin undone
We got another thing comin' undone
That’s taking us over
That’s taking forever

Blank Stare..

I waited in the dark, damp corner upon your arrival.

Your breath is harder, your grip is tighter.

All she wanted was to be the soul survival.

Once again, you smirked, you really are a fighter.

One more blow, this time you aimed for her lips.

I saw her swallow her thick, warm blood.

Sweat drips as you enjoy staring at her bruised hips.

I swear I wish her tears would turn into flood.

The writing above is a vision I had this afternoon when I took a power nap.

Don't ask.

I woke up with a blank stare.

I woke up in sweat.

I was dripping in anger and frustration.

Say no to domestic violence.

Say no to cruelty.

Say yes to a daily smile.

Thunder!!

How quickly does life turn a frown into a freakishly wide smile..

Well.. I have gone from sadder than sad to double happiness!

I guess it's true everything happens for a reason..

"a dickhead is there to screw me over then the next twat comes and fuck my life over for the next cheating lying son of a hoebag to double fuck me over until well hello decent bloke, I haven't had you for awhile..this is awkward...but hey, it's a change, a nice one I may add!

So, the emotions running through my head and so-called heart go something like this...

I press fast forward to a brand new life

My God! how dare he lie and be so mean

Correct me if I'm wrong, that is his wife

No traces of sin, I thought he was clean

Once again, my heart is subject to change

He came along with magic in his pocket

I giggle every now and then I must be strange

Now I have something to keep in the locket

Poison Envy

Disappointed is how I'm feeling right now, I am disappointed with myself. I should have trusted my gut feeling. If there's one thing I learned, I learned to have faith in myself and what I think is right.

Lesson definitely learned. Good luck to me. Goodbye to you. fucker.

Bitter. My tongue is pale and thin.

Wrap me in sugar. Oh sweet taste of sin.

A smirk. I break. I bend. I fall for you.

A tear. I weep. I beg. I lied for you.

Poison. A mouthful of lies, a drop of shame.

Defeated. Truly a remarkable game.

A thief. A happy disguise. I was astray.

A fool. A naive being. I walked away.

Alone, Bright, Shout!

I can only hope my faith in life will bring me good, so I say carpe diem!

I will never stop believing, I scream for pure love, I will capture illusions along the way..

I let my fake eyelashes wear off this time, and continue to be alone in this bright world, where I can only continue to shout for happiness!

There is nothing left of me, black holes and chapped lips

Spare me the lies..I beg on my knees every silent night, I cry

The heartbreak, I am misfortune he said, No! I held my head up high

Clouds escape me, there is no God but God, Carpe diem!

The future might be alone, I will shout! bright lights ahead

12:57am

It's 12:57am

sipping a cup of latte

do you find me dreadful?

It's 12:58am

under the blanket

am I useable?

It's hunting time

he said, chop it up, cover your face

I remember, cut it up

Famous Quotations

Words..how strong and weak they make me..mere words sewn together to create purpose, sometimes deliberate other times serve as thoughts dripped out loud.

I decided to go and hunt for strong quotes by famous people that influenced and moved so many people and helped change the world.

The one man in our living society whom I believe chooses his words carefully and beautifully is no other than Barack Obama. He has the gift of captivating his listeners.

I am yet to collect his moving speeches.

My current favorites include:

But fight we must; and conquer we shall; in the end. -Abraham Lincoln- US President

"And what about the cash, my existence's jewel?" -Charles Dickens- British Novelist

The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them. -Victor Hugo- French poet, novelist, playwright, essayist

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

-William Blake- British poet, painter, engraver

Raphael - Caravane (Vidéo)

Caravane

Raphael - Caravane

Because I have tears in my eyes
Because we will no longer hold hands
I am trembling too, like you,
Because I can't wait any more.

(Parce que j’en ai les larmes aux yeux
Que nos mains ne tiennent plus ensemble
Moi aussi je tremble un peu
Parce que je ne vais plus attendre)

It's just that one must go back on the road
It's just that night is drawing near
It's just that this world is spinning around
It's just that some day one will be punished.

(Est ce qu’on va reprendre la route
Est ce que nous sommes proche de la nuit
Est ce que ce monde a le vertige
Est ce qu’on sera un jour puni)

It's just that I crawl like a baby
It's just that I have run out of shirts
And it's the good Lord who makes us
And it's the good Lord who breaks us.

(Est ce que je rampe comme un enfant
Est ce que je n’ai plus de chemise
Et c’est le bon Dieu qui nous fait
Et c’est le bon Dieu qui nous brise)

It's just that nothing can happen
It's just that there must be some justice
I was born in this caravan
And we are leaving, come with me...

(Est ce que rien ne peut arriver
Est ce qu’il faut qu’il y ait une justice
Je suis né dans cette caravane
Et nous partons aller viens …)

Because I only have the skin I'm in
Because my bones will soon be in the wind
I was born in this caravan
And we are leaving, come with me.

(Parce que ma peau est la seule que j’ai
Que bientôt mes os seront dans le vent
Je suis né dans cette caravane
Et nous partons aller viens …)

The disappointment

The idea behind this post is pure and simple.

I was merely venting out my disappointment to the men that have been in my life.

I don't mean ALL of them, just a handful of men who in the past have treated me with such disrespect and I was beyond angry, boy I was disappointed with the choices of men I choose to be included in the chapters of my life.

I don't for one second regret what I've done in the past, looking back now I find my life, so far a rainbow, full of colorful stories, dark, bright, happy and sad, either way I would never ever trade what I've learned along the way.

I am misfortune. I am misery. I am mortified.

Tongue-tied in velvet, I long for sunlight.

For you are as deadly as the snake in the branch.

I hang my eyes to dry for you, every waking hour

You are dripping in cruelty, soaking in violence.

Your words carved torture in my heart, I bleed black.

I am swollen with hope, glitter unleashes the magical

Ah, I know, my voice is tragic and despairing

Queen of damp light dares not to look.

With inspired hands I beg

With careful eyes I cry

With you my love, I die

O, darling, my sweet love, answer me

you at least will not drink me dry

for I am no more than a shell of flesh

Bid your poison farewell and I evaporate

On A Mission

I am on a mission to get back on track with my weekly routine which include going to the gym 3 times a week, reading a book every day, scrubbing my body in the shower twice a week, use avocado hair treatment once a week and pilates twice a week.

There was a time in my life where I was doing all of the above on a weekly basis, I would say a year and 6 months ago. Yes.

I think the problem with me is that I get sidetracked so easily, or as I would say ever so gently (I am aware this makes no sense at all) and being the Gemini that I am, I simply am unable to stick to a routine, I mean when I first started this blog it was 6 years ago, yep! and I only managed to post a few writings here and there..I was a lot more hard on myself back in my high school years, writing every single day, now I'm just an old bum looking for a sad excuse. DO NOT pity me.

Just like right now, as I write this blog I am uploading a music video on YouTube, facebook chatting to a friend, listening to itunes and sipping a glass of water, distraction equals sidetrackion (yes, I just invented a new word)

Enough is enough, it's 2010, God and my friends know I ain't getting any younger, my wrinkles are begging for injections it is time to get back on track!

Anyways, BABY GOT BACK!!

I believe

I believe in karma.

I believe the grass is always greener on the side.

I believe in Savage Garden's song "I believe"

I believe in order to create the perfect friendship one needs to tolerate another.

I believe my friends are always on speed dial.

I believe in Morpheus' tone when he says "I believe"

When I think of him

When I think of him...

I think of the lame jokes that made me cringe

When I think of him...

I think of his charming natural scent...

When I think of him...

I think of all the sweet words he says...

When I think of him..

I think of how he makes me cry

When I think of him

I think of how I can stop thinking about him...

The reason

I, for some reason ALWAYS seem to bump into people from the past whom I no longer keep in contact with. I really don't know if there is a meaning to this or simply because Melbourne is a small city after all.

These occasions tend to occur after I think about the person, yes every now and then I think of the people that have been in my life, and it strange how I eventually do end up meeting or bumping into that person.

Again, these occasions also tend to turn into an awkward situation, the whole "oh crap, he saw me looking at him, should I look away? should I smirk??" I can never seem to know what to do, nor anticipate what will happen next, however generally, the ending would be that I would simply look away, and pretend I didn't see him OR act like I'm having so much fun I didn't even notice him there.

To think he didn't know I caught a glimpse of him...ohh I bet every single time it happens the guy always noticed me too.

Now, I wonder if there is a reason behind this frequent occurrence, does this mean I should stop thinking about that person? I mean when I think of people it doesn't mean I want them back, I just wonder how they are doing, but I can't help but think if there is a reason behind it all??

Perhaps by seeing all these people I can get closure? but I already got my closure...ahhh!! I just don't get it!!!

Brad Part 4

Honey, from here to despair, I wait for your return.

In Graca I danced and twirled, only for you

Didn't you know the trees begged on their knees

They hope someday you could crawl your way back

I sit and wait in misery, I sit there patiently

How I wish you could see what I see

A heaven I want to share with only you

I pray one day our worlds will collide

I still fold napkins for you everyday

I must admit you still cut my deepest dreams

In Graca, I curled up to forgiving leaves

We chant and resist to give up faith

Brad Part 3

Finally, another writing of mine, another one dedicated to him.

Everything still reminds me of you...

A stranger's back never looked so familiar

I must confess you still have my heart

One day I will try to get it back

You never betrayed me, no, you held my hand

Your blue eyes were honest, I was not

Perhaps I'm paying the price for infidelity

I just want the curse to be over

I don't want to be afraid anymore

I need a heart, better yet I need your heart

Come lay with me, hold me close

My love, my journey won't be complete without you

Brad Part 2

You drove. I hugged my pillow tight.

You came. I snuggled back to bed.

You begged. I switched my phone off.

You left. I smacked myself in the head.

How I wish I could turn back time, just to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.

I was scared. I was guilty. I was confused.

My love,

this is painful, it hurts so bad, I cannot breathe

I carve your name on my left arm, carved it deep

My eyes have burnt to ashes, all I see is black.

Red walls.

My heart is faint.

I fell deep. I fell hard.

I disappear.

I space out

I have a tendency to space out when I'm driving, yes, it is very bad as obviously, you are meant to be focused when you are on the road, but heck, I can't help it, this tendency pops outta nowhere.

2 days ago, as I was driving home from work, I had this vision of a guy offering me his kidney which he conveniently placed on his left hand for me to grab, and in that moment I suddenly started drawing an image of a kidney with my right hand (yes, my hands were meant to be on the steering wheel) . I really didn't know why I did that, anyways, the vision disappeared and my right hand returned to the steering wheel. It was a red light. I stopped. I had words in my head I needed to spill.

I was hungry for substance, you offered me your kidney

I wanted a way out, you volunteered to draw some blood

Little drops of faith leaked, you passed me a handkerchief

I climbed up to find God, you reached out to catch me

I guess the point of the writing above is that in that moment I spaced out, I lost grip of the steering wheel and sadly, lost my faith in life. For a split second, I pictured a man willing to give his kidney away to restore another person's life (in this case, MY LIFE).

My instant reaction was "Why???" "Why would you do such a thing? this life teaches people to be a bastard, people are unworthy of such help! Let them have kidney failures!"

But then, fast forward another split second, and my hands were back on the wheel and my faith in life has been restored for reasons unknown. Maybe I needed that kidney.

Lonely

Every once in awhile, I get loneliness creeping in and slowly wrap its cold arms around me. I know it's normal to feel that way, especially when I'm single and don't have a steady person I can call up to warm my bed, so to speak.

I do, however have my friends to thank when loneliness decides to drop by and check in on me, I am so lucky to have them, but having said that I also know that I can't always rely on them, they have their own problems to deal with, so I don't expect them to always be there for me when I'm feeling low.

I realized that eventually I just have to deal with it, at the end of the day I am all alone.

I made this writing on the 22nd of July 2008. I obviously was feeling very lonely and vulnerable. I was going through some hard times maintaining friendships and relationships.

I was at that stage where I felt my friends were judging ME for being who I am, judging my life decisions, and criticizing everything about ME. Perhaps they wanted the old ME back.

But I did what I did, and I never looked back. My decisions made me who I am now and I actually have my so-called friends to thank for their criticism and judgement for it planted a brick somewhere in my body and made me a thicker person. They can slap me once but I will make sure I keep their pinky finger :)

This particular writing style I would say is very commercial, you can almost make it a poppy love song (lets pray it gets to the Top 40 chart!). I used simple writing because I simply wanted a simple life. I had enough of other people judging me, at times I question myself for allowing their judgement get to me. Hmm...something to write about later!

Come closer, I just want to rest on your chest for a while

Nothing serious, I think I'm feeling a bit vulnerable right now

If I ask you to hold my hand please don't say no

I think I might need you to help me out this time around

I say I don't need you but maybe I lied just a little bit

I thought I wouldn't think of you but I thought wrong

I tried to forget about you but all I could remember is you

I figured I would be alright but right now, I'm not

Denial seemed like a good option but honestly, I'm breaking down

'If only' would do nothing to make me feel better, I just want you

I want to hold you tight and tell you how lonely I've become

I'd cease the day to have one moment just to be with you

Petit Petit Petit

Paris continues its ability to inspire me. This charming city poses different characters and the particular area I was in at that time made me go through a roller coaster of emotions.

I was in Bastille. Beautiful Bastille.

Petit Petit Petit (Small Small Small)

Your ignorance can somewhat be beautiful at times.

The smell of grass, the pale sight of you

I bat my eyelashes for you one last time

You looked away and ran to the last train to Bastille

Your back is solid, like a foundation for heaven's walls

My love, you're chewing my heart away

There is nothing left of me but tears of pain

Still you walked towards the rusty smell of metal