A glimpse at the past-My Life as a teenager

I get up with a hangover-as i usually do only to be confused by the lingering presence of my dreams.The light edging around the sides of my curtains,is dim pouring from a sky as grey as lead.

Shades of grey 2

The juggernaut rolls on. I'm sure about what they feel for each other, strangely enough they will not admit it.I wonder sometimes if it's ever crossed their minds that they might never feel this way about someone else ever again.But sadly when realization dawns "the bird might have flown the coop". I was speaking to her a few days ago and she gave them a chance that was about the size of my brain! "miniscule".

Where will it end?

I Feel Like Screaming

In the heat of the streets of the city
A young boy hides the pain
And he walks so tall, trying to hang on
But he knows he’s going down again
I know he’s going down...

Darkness fades he’s the prince of his city
In a place where they all know your name
You can see in their eyes life so paralyzed.
You're just a pawn in a losin’ game
You lose at life, it ain’t no game

Risks

This poem was found in the car of  Duraid Isa Mohammed a slain CNN employee.Duraid died early this year in January in Baghdad when the car he was travelling in came under fire from Iraqi insurgents.

 

Duraid was 27 years old, and is survived by his wife and 2 beautiful young sons.

 

 

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd Is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is To risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing dies nothing, Has nothing and is nothing.
They say they avoid suffering and sorrow, But they cannot learn, Feel, change, grow, love, feel.
Chained by their attitudes, they are slaves.
They have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.

Pleasure and sorrow

I walked a mile with pleasure

She chatted all the way

But left me none the wiser

For all she had to say

 

I walked a mile with sorrow

And not a word said she

But Oh! the things i learned from her

When sorrow walked with me.

 

- Anon