no love for us now

you held my heart

in the palm of your hands

and to you it's

just a game

and darlin

it's a shame

i'm hanging on to your love

but baby, there's

no love, no love

No love for us now

Because you

you break my heart

with every move you make

you broke my heart

with that one mistake

i've lost count of the times

that you left me

stop playing with my heart

'cause everyone can see

i'm hanging on to your love

you're hanging on to my love

because you

you break my heart 

with every move you make

you broke my heart

with that one mistake

baby, there's no

love, no love

no love 

for us now

your skin is crawling

there is no way out

nothing left to do

except to scream & to shout

your voice is lost

silenced once more

you cannot sleep here

or anywhere anymore

nobody hears you

and nobody sees

nobody cares

you're alone on your knees

dark days...

days when your body can't move

when you feel so tired 

when you sleep around the clock

the mind bound and wired

reasons for living seem so distant

when you feel so alone

when you avoid company

you feel your heart moan

you can't brush your teeth

when you simply don't care

when you lay there and wonder

is anyone there?

words seem so pointless

when you cannot see

when there is no future

for you or for me

sigh when the morning comes

when you dread the long day 

when you long for the night

why you don't have a say

smile when you enter the room

when you carry on as you do

when no-one must know

the hell you go through

'how long can it last?

when all you see is blue

when you want it to stop

and nothing is new

for Anne Gregory

never shall a young man

thrown into despair

by those great honey-coloured

ramparts at your ear,

love you for yourself alone

and not your yellow hair

but i can get a hair-dye

and set such colour there,

brown, or black, or carrot,

that young men in despair

may love me for myself alone

and not my yellow hair

i heard an old religious man

but yesternight declare

that he had found a text to prove

that only God, my dear,

could love you for yourself alone

and not your yellow hair

W.B Yeats

fortuna dies natalis my friend. x

a friend like you

i hold close to my heart

be you near or far

we are never apart

a friend like you

your kind is rare

i count my lucky stars

just to know you're there

a friend like you

today is your day

i'm sending big love

and i must say..

fortuna dies natalis

my sweet friend

fortuna dies natalis

from beginning to end

               

Dum vivimus vivamus (While we live, let us live) - part 1

rules were made for breaking

isn't that what they say

let us live while we live

why not start today?

rejecting all the judgements

all the lies you've been fed

this is the final curtain call

conquer the voices in your head

life is for the living

no time for greed or fear

so let us live while we live

a time to love those dear

intensity

intensity is kinda extreme right? like when something is so cold it burns you....

in both the horrendous & joyous intense of moments, there is something that you take away & carry with you forever.  it can make you or break you.  it doesn't always feel like a choice but it is.  i am fortunate to have experienced both and come out the other side, yes with scars but you do learn to love those scars. trust me!

sometimes i think i am too intense but those moments they are pure, raw, honest and alive.  i wouldn't trade them for the world. it took me a long time to see that those moments make you who you are.  i do wonder why people avoid those overwhelming feelings of both utter complete bliss and gut wrenching pain.  i guess it is easier to exist in a void, in the middle and not take the risk.  i am sure you have heard people say that they don't want to do something they have always dreamt of that would give them pure joy because the come down would be too much?  that thought pattern is so disheartening and engulfed in the murkiest of greys.

when in the intense moment i think about the fine line between hate vs love (or things that fall into those categories). like this picture, are they about to kill each other or are they barking in excitement? 

you decide...