Faceless.

I was standing in line,
At a coffeeshop.
When I saw her,
Her eyes bursting with energy,
Only complimented the warm smile she gave me,
that made my heart melt,
Like a marshmallow over an open fire.
Her voice rang out when she spoke,
It was almost melodious, as if she were in song.
She ordered her drink,
Gives the cashier her name,
and disappeared into the crowds of the many faceless people.


I quickly ordered my drink,
Trembling,
Scared of the fact that..
I might never see her again.
I pay give the cashier my card.
And run off in a hurry-
Follow her,
Into the crowd,
of the many faceless people.


I run in desperately.
It smells of cheap perfume and cigarettes.
I can hear constant chatter,
But I don't seem to get what they're saying.
It's all just gibberish,
Or so it seems to me.


I search everywhere,
For hours it seems,
But all I see,
Are the many faceless people,
Lost to the world,
And it's pleasures.


They then started closing in on me.
I pushed them away,
Started to run,
But nothing helped
they kept coming at me,
and coming at me.
I broke down to the floor.
And I looked at the door....


...She was leaving,
She'd escaped.
But more then that,
I'd lost her.
So I wept,
I wept for hours,
or so it seemed.


I then stood up,
And felt something was wrong,
I had a slight headache,
But it just wasn't that.
I sat for a while,
then dismissed it,
And continued my chatter,
With my friends,
Without faces.

Lives Lost at Sea.

There once lived a girl,

Who was in love with the world.

But what she loved most of all,

Would have to be the sea.

In the streets of London we met,

Both in a hurry,

to get,

Nowhere.

but everywhere.

I guess that's just how it goes.

The look in her eyes,

gave me quite a

surprise.

Because I felt as if

I'd never felt that way,

before.

And so I called her by name,

and we danced in the rain,

Then she followed me home,

Spoke of the places we'd go.

Her head on my shoulders.

My heart on my sleve,

I loved her,

And she loved me.

Then we walked down the road,

We followed the path,

The one that,

leads to,

The sea.

She said 'baby it's cold'

So I gave her my coat,

And we trudged down the road,

that leads to,

the sea.

We got to pier,

There was nobody near,

So we hopped on my boat,

and we sailed,

Across the sea.

And as we drifted away,

Not a siren rang,

Just me and her,

And my thoughts,

and the sea.

We followed our dreams,

We chased after our hearts,

And many a year,

We spent on, 

The sea.

But as time came to pass,

We grew tired at last,

And we decided,

to head home,

Get away,

From the sea.

So as we drifted a shore,

Said our prayers,

and mourned,

For we soon would be leaving,

the sea,

her and me.

We hopped off the ship,

Steady, yet quick.

Looked back on our lives,

Lost with the sea.

And so I took her hand,

Now withered and old.

And we walked down the road,

That leads to,

Our home.

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind.

“How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.”

-Alexander Pope.

A clean slate.

A fresh start.

A new begging.

How often does man think of these things?

I know that I, myself, do so daily.

And that many, many others, just like me, feel the same way.

The Innocence achieved, 

Everything would be new to you.

Your senses would be stimulated like never before.

There would be no sorrow, 

No depression, 

No weakness.

Just new,

New emotions,

Thoughts, 

experiences.

We know much more then anybody has ever known.

It's not a gift,
If anything it's our greatest burden,

It's what's holding us back.

No longer can we be happy with the simple things that pleased our ancestors, our past selves

Day after day I constantly hear girls saying

"I don't know but I couldn't live without my cellphone or my tv or my laptop or my ipod or my blah blah blah"

It makes me sick.
"Money is the most important thing in my life, I NEED material things to survive."
Are you kidding me?
What have we come to?


We've become materialistic zombies,
Feeding not on brains but money.
People no longer live to enjoy themselves, to make a change in the world.
They live to participate in the vicious cycle which has consumed our parent's generation,
and their parent's generation.
and the one that's soon coming for us.


We need to break free,
my friends.
We need to break away,
Live life for today.
Fuck the future,
Forget the past.
Life is best when it's at it's peak.
Why not keep it there?