j-haskin

Where did they go, All the intentions have faded, Just distant memories, Of when I was filled with hope. The path has faded, The mud covers everything, My bare feet sink into the soil, And I've been left here - alone. All the things I'd planned, Have been pushed to the back of the shelf, I can barely see, What it is I wanted. I scramble to find my way, But I'm lost in the dark, With no-one here to guide me, Which way should I turn? I'm getting more and more lost, And the wolves are getting close, Now I'm really panicking, I need to find the way. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, I'm getting so close to it, As as

I wonder to myself, Is this it? It it you? I can't help but think, Am I wrong, Is this real? Chorus:  The doubts fill my nervous mind, I begin to think I'm wrong, But all I do is see your face, And I know I start to get so nervous, I tell myself I'm not, I know deep down I love you, I lie to myself, Say I'm not It's all I can do to stop the pain, Of knowing you don't feel the same, I just want ot be close to you, To hug you, Be with you. The world's not right when you're not happy, Or when you're not near me, When you're upset it upsets me, I can't stand it when you're sad. When you smile at me, The world lights up,

"I probably wouldn't still be in business if it wasn't for him," He told his customer, smiling to himself, "Not that I will be after today." The customer silently accepted his change and walked towards the door, he paused, smiled and muttered a goodbye and then walked out into the street.  The bell above the door rang a goodbye and the shopkeeper smiled at the disappearing figure who would be his last customer.  He then looked down at the painting he had just sold and would have to deliver as soon as he shut the shop.  He always felt sad to part with a picture but that was how he made his living and why he had opened the shop in the first pl

I can still smell you, I can almost feel you here, I can still see you, Inside my head, I can still touch you, With words from my heart. Can you hear me? Do you know how I feel? Can you feel me? Do you know what I think? You're so far away, Yet we are so close, So much distance between us, But we feel so near. I can still smell you, I can almost feel you here, I can still see you, Inside my head, I can still touch you, With words from my heart. This feeling's so painful, Yet it feels so good, And I know that without it, I would feel so numb. I can still smell you, I can almost feel you here, I can still see you, Ins

My heart breaks, But you don't see, You just keep on pushing me, You're nasty, And it hurts me, You're always there to kick me, When I'm down. I'll cry inside, But I wont show, How you're making me feel, I'm dying inside, But I can't show, The way you get to me. You're always there at my worst times, Making things harder for me, Always watching and laughing, At who I am, how I am, what I feel. Why can't you see, What you're doing to me, Why won't you stop, When I'm hurt, Don't you know, Don't you care, That you're doing all this to me. Everything you say seems to hurt me, Each word chosen to sting, You push me and pu

Lead me away, To a beautiful place I never knew was there, If I look, I can see, My world in the distance, But that doesn't bother me now, I'm engulfed in this wonderful sound. My heart, And my mind, Are carried away, To a place beyond what I knew, I'm surrounded by faces, Looking on, Looking bored, No-one knows I'm not with them anymore, I'm in a place this music takes me, So beautiful, So peaceful, So touching. Soon I'll return, To the world, The place I live, Reason will take control again, Soon I'll be back, In my life, All a dull grey compared to the colours I've seen, And no-one knows, No-one sees, Where I've

He sat and watched as daylight drained from the world. The red light of the sunset lit up his pale face and as he sat staring out of the window he was sure he could feel the warmth of the day being sucked away and being replaced by the cool, refreshing night air. In over two hundred years he had never tired of the thrill of watching the world end its day, knowing that soon he could begin his and then he could be alive.  At least that's how it felt, he found it funny that being dead had enabled him to feel so much more alive than he ever had as one of the living. At the back of his mind he knew that the high he would feel tonight could neve

There he was, sat on his own, that boy that thought he was so different, but as much as he hated to admit it was still human.  He'd thought his way through everything; the world, people, what it all meant and yet he was still where he began, for all that had happened in his mind, he was still just sat there. It's the little things that make you happy, little actions, little words, little thoughts. Yet, he still felt the need to fill his mind with big things, with big ideas, big worries. He was sure that with enough thought he could make sense of anything, make sense of everything.

From the moment, That I saw you, Doused in light, From above, I knew right then, I thought, "At least a 9 or a 10" I know this must be love, Because you told me on Myspace, The deepest feelings I've known, I think I'm obsessed with your face. I just know, This will last forever, As I stare deep in to your eyes, You sure are pretty. Its the greatest romance in history, And the ultimate tragedy, As I realise your friends don't like me. Was it really meant to be?

To be boring is a sin, We tune in, We watch you suffer, cry and die, At least it's never dull.