Some Realisations
I can not turn back time. No matter who I’ve lost, can never be recovered. Don’t live in the past hanging on for something that is gone, but also never give up on objects that are lost, that odd sock can always be found, no one or nothing likes to be alone, not even socks.
I can not pause time. I should grab every opportunity, not sit and wait for it to pass me by. The time waiting, looking for a definite answer and deciding could be to long, when you finally decide, the chance or opportunity could be gone.
I can make mistakes, but I cant erase them, i can apologise, try to make it right, but can never erase them. Things that have been done, things that have been said will never be gone, and somethings can stay with people for days, weeks, months, years or the whole of their life. If there is a possibility what you are about to say or do could hurt someone, don’t do it. There is enough hate in the world already, do we really need more?
I can do anything if I set my mind to it. I’m not talking about jumping off the school roof and suddenly being able to fly, not that kind of anything, that is impossible. In reality, if I really want to pass the Physics test tomorrow, I can revise, I can do my best, and with the right preparation, I can pass. If I want to be a lawyer I can, and I will. Its common to aim low, to avoid disappointment, but if your aims are low, you will never succeed to your full potential. If you aim high, but don’t succeed as much as you would like, it makes you more determined, gives you more goals to work for, and makes you more likely to succeed
I will never be perfect. There is no such thing as a perfect person. We all have our flaws. Who decides what is classed as “perfection” anyway? Faked Tanned, Barbie Blonde, Size 0 Tart? I don’t think so. Everyone is beautiful. Everyone has self worth. Everyone has their pros and cons. People should love each-other for who they really are, not for their body, fake hair, tan, nails or appearance. Its the personality that matters, and who the person is on the inside. No one will ever be perfect.
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We Remember Your Childhood Well
Nobody hurt you. Nobody turned off the light and argued
with somebody else all night. The bad man on the moors
was only a movie you saw. Nobody locked the door.Your questions were answered fully. No. That didn’t occur.
You couldn’t sing anyway, cared less. The moment’s a blur, a Film Fun
laughing itself to death in the coal fire. Anyone’s guess.
Nobody forced you. You wanted to go that day. Begged. You chose
the dress. Here are the pictures, look at you. Look at us all,
smiling and waving, younger. The whole thing is inside your head.
What you recall are impressions; we have the facts. We called the tune.
The secret police of your childhood were older and wiser than you, bigger
than you. Call back the sound of their voices. Boom. Boom. Boom.
Nobody sent you away. That was an extra holiday, with people
you seemed to like. They were firm, there was nothing to fear.
There was none but yourself to blame if it ended in tears.
What does it matter now? No, no, nobody left the skidmarks of sin
on your soul and laid you wide open for Hell. You were loved.
Always. We did what was best. We remember your childhood well.
Love Knows No Distance
How can the world judge what we do today?
If we mean but well, how are we astray?
How can anyone dare tell us we’re wrong
When our hearts speak otherwise?
So often we’re told to keep straight in line.
“Don’t be diff’rent for it’s a deadly crime.
Love through lines and wires can never be real.”
This they claim with heartless words;
Even my family doesn’t want to believe
Through chance I found my lover on a screen
But when we’ve cut the wires and joined our hands
I have to wonder if they understand
He’s just a stranger that I met online
I’m sure to get it if we meet in real time
But I know better: We’re in love, you see
And if they still claim to know better than me
I’ll tell the fools the truth that you’re
My favorite stranger.
Oh yes, my favorite stranger.
How can the world believe in their own lies,
Discourage hope, bring tears to empty eyes?
They care not for the heartbreak that they cause,
Only their selfish belief.
Maybe they’ll come to realize in time
When my heart stays with you, your hand in mine
Not every man thinks only of one thing;
Nor am I a desperate fool.
I know you well; I’ve read you like a book,
And every day I take another look.
Love’s about learning, and we always will.
Yet even when we touch they insist still
He’s just a stranger that I met online
I’m sure to get it when we meet in real time
But I know better: We’re in love, you see
And if they still claim to know better than me
I’ll tell the fools the truth that you’re
My favorite stranger.
You’re my favorite stranger.
Not a word amiss, not a soul apart:
You’re the living breath behind my beating heart
You’re the reason I am filled with love today
And no lie can take that away.
You’re just a stranger that I met online,
But we’re the same now that we’ve met in real time.
Yes, I knew better; I trusted my heart.
And even when we’ll once more be apart,
I’ll insist you’ll always be
My favorite stranger.
Author’s Comments
The world claims that is it impossible to love over long distance or the internet because you supposedly “cannot know the person” and because of the lack of physical contact.
My sister in particular made a rather snide remark the day before Jeff arrived, claiming, “He’s only a stranger. You can’t possibly know anything about him. You’ve invited a stranger to our house.”
Of course, I know much better. I got exactly what was “advertised”.
I wanted to write this song because of that inspiration. Many people mistakenly say that online friends cannot be real friends and online love is impossible. They refuse to accept that there are some circles of interest so small that perhaps the only way to connect them is by the internet. They refuse to accept that some people have greater patience and understanding and honesty than the average man and can deal with the hardships of a long-distance relationship.
They refuse to accept that not everyone in the internet is a serial killer or rapist looking for their next victim, instead choosing to believe the media which is so often full of filth and lies.
Internet and long-distance relationships are certainly not for everyone, but to the determined, such obstacles will not last forever. Not even those who do not believe in us, or mock us, or discourage us.
I did not write this, but i think its lovely, credit to the author.
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you’re not friends. you’ll never be friends.
you’ll be in love til it kills you both.
you’ll fight and you’ll have sex, and you’ll
hate eachother until it makes you quiver.
but you will never be friends.
there is someone in her past that she hasn’t gotten over yet.
Each day’s like the last. She misses what she cant forget.
Its just an empty space where something used to be.
Now she guards the gate, but she’s lost the key.
So no one enters, but no one leaves.
Samie 