A Little Bit Of Choas

Not a place for kittens to play, I find the autumn cat lying on a bed of roses

I couldn’t help but ask if she was alright, her reply was “Of course my dear”.

These thorns keep me safe, by keeping them at bay. And these petals that

Surround me give me hope that I will be as beautiful as them some day.

I just wanted to vent today.

just 24 hours after I turned 25, and i wonder- was the last 10 years of my life just a series well placed unfortunate events in regards to love? is there ever a good time for love?

I guess I have been lucky in some respects, I have a wonderful niche of friends I can say that I truly love and who I assume love me lol.  every day seems to be a new adventure now with so many more connections being made.

but what about that “one”?  I know there is someone out there for me with whom I truly connect and can honestly be myself but then again I have never had a problem with being by myself.

which brings me to what has been bothering me for a while. is there a bad time to be in love? are there emotional constraints that stop us from being able to reach out to that one person who is clearly right in front of us reaching back?

how do you convince that person that its a good idea to jump into your arms, to no longer fear the past but open your eyes to a positive future.  or at least make yourself more receptive to the possibility of brighter days.

this brings up way more questions then it begins to draw conclusions so I will end it here…for now. 

stay tuned.

      When there is no one here to ease this restless mind

thoughts preside, and take over what was once peace and time-

     Time to reflect once more and pretend everything is fine.

But this fire just burns, sending an energetic response,

      every siren’s flaring cant drown them out, its going to be

a long time til these eyes see something more than this light.

Is it cold because i miss you?

i see my breath, but never will it contour your figure

again without a canvas in front of me.

I will have to paint you.

In colours of my memory- hues that do not transpose

your beauty, and ink that will never remain.

I remember the promise I once made,

that when the day comes which I no longer have to run

I will love you, tomorrow.

Until that day I will dream away

to find the peace that will allow me to stay

I will hold you, tomorrow.

At last I have lost the urge to say goodbye.

What was once your silence is now your cry

you don’t love me anymore.

so this is my attempt at creating a successful blog, featuring art, literature and music.

Not all necessarily by me but i will be contributing as much as i can as often as i can.

im not sure how everyone will react to this, but as long as you feel something my job is done

Enjoy!

tyler