Archive for August, 2013

Life In Colour…..

Posted: August 16, 2013 in Quickie

 Think of life as a movie

A drama in which you don’t know what role you’re going to play

 

In this movie;

Some say “time waits for no one”

Many say “success will come to the slow and steady one”

Some think that you have to go out and get what you want to own

Others believe “the patient dog will eat the fattest bone”

To some failure is a choice. To a few failure is not even a option

Some would fight against the current, while others go through the motions

Some people learn from their mistakes

To some mistakes are too beneath them to make

 

Forget about what phase you are in and focus on the responsibility of the role you are playing

You might end up with riches, or impoverished

You could be prominent, but there’s also a chance you’ll be just a filthy peasant

You might be a princess or her servant

You could be the good or bad guy; give or get a black eye

 

Don’t worry about the details, just think of God as the director

Earth the set, and you an actor

And do all you can to play your part right

So when the director yells “cut!” You’ll be alright…..Image

The Prodigal Son………

Posted: August 4, 2013 in Quickie

Dear mum,

First I’d like to say that I love you more than you know
Even though this is something that I seldom show 
You have to understand that I’m just a kid that needs to grow
Maybe someday you can forgive me for all the emotional upheaval I’ve caused you- I hope
 
I know I’ve grown more distant than ever and that is all on me
You said you still love me and that no matter what it’s on you that I should lean¬†
But I can’t help but feel that maybe I’m becoming just a tad bit too heavy¬†
And God knows that I would hate to on top of everything be a burden 
My own choices have led to My mistakes, why should you be the one to suffer?
You have given me everything and I have nothing to offer 
You said “we all need someone” and I don’t differ¬†
But I’ve been thinking lately, maybe if I was never in your life you’d be better off¬†
I’m just a selfish immature boy that likes to act tough¬†
And I wonder why, because I know you know exactly what I’m made of¬†
I know I should tell you this to your face but your son is a coward 
And really lost, cannot tell which way is forward 
So I’m putting this out there, hoping that you read my blog,¬†you’ve always known that I might not say much but I think a lot¬†
 
I might not know a great deal of things but I know that I love you more that I do myself 
Please pray for me that on this journey that I don’t lose myself
I opted to do this alone and this is a decision that I rue myself 
But I never meant to become the prodigal son that I have turned out to be 
But when I do finally make my way back home, I don’t want a feast, I only want you still love me…..
 
 
 
 
                                                                                                   You son,
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Hello To My Goodbyes……..

Posted: August 1, 2013 in Quickie

Image This might sound cheesy, but its the way it is.

You have become a part of my life, something that I’ll miss.

Not sure how my life without you is going to be.

You caught me off guard and took the ground right from under my feet.

I might as well be a slave, because-excuse the expression-you’ve got me whipped.

 

I never knew I had the capacity to be sound as lame as this.

 

I know this might sound clingy, but I hate it when you’re not with me.

And I think we should always be together, because you make me feel complete.

This is why it is so hard to come to terms with the fact that you’re not mine to keep.

And inevitably I’m going to have to wake up from this fantasy.

Where I’m thinking we can become something eventually.¬†

And face the brutal reality, where you’re too good to be even a dream.

 

Although excruciating, I know what has to be done- I need to let you go. 

But before you go, would you kiss me? Because, even if it’s for just a second, I hope that you miss me when I’m gone.

 

I may be hurt, but I guess it’s my fault for believing a lie, for stupidly looking forward to a mirage.

I don’t regret any of it though, I loved the facade, but my mistake was trying to become my camouflage.

Maybe I’m just a sucker for the “self-sabotage”

 

I’ve never really been a fan of hellos, and I could always deal with goodbyes, always ready to move on. But I’m afraid I think I’m going to be stuck in the past on this particular goodbye, because for a while there that was where I thought my future lied.

 

But I know I have to move on…

 

So I’ll tattoo this pain on my sleeve forever in ink, with guess whose name.. ¬†

 

And I’m not saying that what her name is- but this is my letter to Jane…….