heavy-heart

Blurring past, the centre of town. Talking on his cell-phone, he didn't see who he knocked down. When he's not thinking, he's prone to killing. This man in a hurry, to get nowhere first. This man in a hurry, I guess he'll never know. Running by, the telephone masts Staring straight ahead, he didn't see who he had passed. When he's not looking, he's prone to ignoring. This man in a hurry, to catch his dream first. This man in a hurry, I guess he'll never know. lying still, on the cold, hard earth. Breathing so faintly, she saw everyone who passed her.

Parlour tricks I packed the last of my things, And my room seemed so bare, The boards creaked underfoot, As I made to close the curtains. I turned my back on my youth, And so many other things, Its not really surprising, But I've left myself behind. No time for loneliness, With so very much to do, Its easy to lose yourself, In the rush-hour crowds. The trains by my house, Shake the still morning air, I'd have never thought, It would comfort me. I returned to my old room, And rolled up the blinds, The boards creaked underfoot, And I swept away the dust. Had it really been so long? Had I ever really left? Was this merely,

There once was a handsome prince, who was loved by all his people, and his father was a very proud man. Eventually his time had come, to inherit his fathers kingdom, and pride began to fill his heart. A short while into his reign, he married a princess, she was adored across the land. The on one golden evening, the light cast shadows on her face, and he turned his gaze away. But even as he did this, he saw leaves falling from their branches, and mortality pierced his heart. The King became obsessed, by the dying and the dead, and terror clouded his mind. He stayed in the castle library, for weeks and months and years, but a solut

Hope you've had your fun, look out the window the time has come, we've been force-fed injustice, in school and on the TV, told to accept a knife in the back, a life of misery for the masses. Shoot me if you will, i'd rather be dead, than be silenced, and made to live a life, making the rich even richer. turn the tide, end the corporate crime, and the exploitation of the many, for the benefit of the few.

The ferns which clung low to the forest floor shook as heavy footfalls pounded by. The forest was coming alive with echoes of angry voices calling out to one-another and war-horns blaring into the sky, causing birds to leap up in alarm. Just ahead of the commotion a young woman was running through the undergrowth, jumping over the branches of fallen trees and tangles of thorns. Her heart was pounding and she could hear her breath mixing with the sounds of snapping twigs and crackling leaves. She didn't dare to look behind her, to slow down now would be to commit suicide. Her legs were burning with fatigue and tears were forming in her brown e

I remember seeing your face, glowing in those lights/ at the roadside you lay staring at the sky Your arm lay limp at your side, no one held your hand/ and you cried Sirens drowning your voice I remember the waiting room I had sat there for a while/ please don't die, this shouldn't happen to you The clock ticking away, breaking this unreal silence/ times relentless tide a doctor in the doorway I remember loosing my voice i'm sure I used to have one/ a mere memory? its too late now its so very quiet here a hand grabs my shoulder/ breaking the news but i'm a broken man I remember walking home numb and soul-less/ i take deep b

out of focus memories a hazy dream whispers on the air exhaust fumes in a city of quiet happier days are gone a backwards glance make sure theyre still there is the future as hard to see? your silent today and out of time someone cut and scared pheonix plumes on a wounded heart some ragged clothes baught for a dime dirty cuffs and sleeves but your proud to wear them anyway these humble beginings don't mean a thing so beautiful and calm please don't let that smile fade buildings around you saffron in the sun smashed windows like spiderwebs that glow for you evening draws near stepping in to intervene picks you up to t

Here on this quiet field, you never would have known, that a million fates were sealed, by hatred, blood and bone. As the wind moves through the grass, I can't help but start to cry, So many men were sent here, so many had to die. What drives a man to sign his name, on a declaration of war, Knowing the cost of human lives, sent away from their native shores. It seems to be a cycle, that man hates man hates man, violence leads to violence, it continues and we are damned. Its no wonder that we feel this grief, or why a poppy is red, its tainted with the blood of man, nature's crying for the dead There can only be tomorow, i

He sat down heavily on a rock and took out his notepad. It was late in the year and the air was bitingly cold but he'd been out so long i'm not sure if he noticed anymore. He looked at the small tatty notebook and clicked a pen before scribbling on it. The first word he wrote was "pressure." He started doodling some stick-men onto the page, they were all rushing around trying to get things done, all the while looking at a clock which was looming over them. The second word he wrote was "helpless." Once again he was soon scribbling little stick men beside the solitary word. This time there was a group of stick-people crying with holes where t

She fell back off of her knees and sank onto her bottom. He legs were now crossed infront of her and she shook her long firey red hair away from her large green eyes. As she moved she disturbed dust from the bare wooden floor. There was barely any light save for a smal ray penetrating through a cracked window surrounded by old grey blocks of stone. She kicked off her shoes, looked into her friends eyes and whispered, "Are you ready?" as she reached for a small brown paper bag. She was small and had an innocent face, she looked alot younger than she really was. This was in contrast to her friend who was taller and had an air of confidence abo