Apology to an Angel by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
Apology to an Angel
How can one apologize
for an action so cruel
How can one apologize
for being a fool?
I'm sorry that i thought
you'd never ever see
Something that was bugging me
right down deep inside
I simply wrote to apologize
She simply wrote to ask me more
Yes I answered truthfully
but at another time
That time although is not today
It was long ago
Yes, You mean the world to me
My darling bovine angel
I just want to apologize
for being such a male
I tried to keep it quiet
I tried to keep it small
But somehow, some way
you saw through it all
I cant take back what i have done
or even what i've said
Words cannot express regret
that i
No value what so ever
it doesnt matter
everytime i try it just blows up in my face
hurting those i care about
sometimes i dont know why i try
sometimes i want to be selfish
sometimes it seems that everything goes
smoother, easier
when i dont compromise
when i get what i want
maybe because i get what i want that way
maybe because i'm happier that time goes faster
who can really tell?
who really knows?
i want these feelings to go away
i want these feelings to leave me now
greed and selfishness
do they make things better?
do they make things easier?
and if they do... what is the cost?
i deal with these feelings every day
eve
Would you mind if i wrote myself a reminder?
To remember the things i would otherwise forget
To remember your birthday
To remember you care
Write myself a note to remember
every little thing
that makes you so special to me
why i'm lucky
why i shouldnt complain
and why you are my world
I thought i was done
but of course i was wrong
nothing is ever that simple
emotions are constantly changing
always flowing
always changing
nothing ever stays the same
nothing ever means what it used to
except for this yellow piece of paper
with words i'd written long ago
the meanings behind have changed
but not the words themselves
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Losing My Faith In The World by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
Losing My Faith In The World
Thousands of drops
Striking my flesh
Looking upwards
Into the sky
Drowning my pain
Cleansing my soul
Raindrops
Sorrow
Losing my faith in the world
Pain and
Sorrow
Continuing to break me down
Tearing away
My fragile flesh
The love inside
Has disappeared
Overwhelming pain
Consuming me
Blood drops
Despair
Losing my faith in the world
Hate and
loathing
Continuing to break me down
Continuing to break me down
Continuing to break me down
...Be like the water instead.. by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
...Be like the water instead..
Only after you become like the water, ever flowing, ever changing... then can you react to life properly. If you react one way to every situation it will rarely work,
always change
always change
nothing will hinder you
allow yourself
to become free
Free from the world, free to yourself
left or right, left or right?
bliss or torment,
light or dark,
on the left, unhappiness,
on the right, joy,
only a blinking street light,
to separate, to divide the rich & poor,
on the right, a road of dirt, dark as night,
on the left, one of asphalt, all lit up,
as i stand here with my choice,
of which way to go,
superficiality, money, and security,
or to the right, love, happiness, in the dark?
I'm just not that man... by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
I'm just not that man...
I'm just not that man...
the one you thought i was
i'm all alone inside
and outside now too
no one here to rescue me
i'm forced to drag myself through
i couldnt be what you wanted
or even really needed
i am far to immature
to greedy in my ways
i hate myself so much sometimes
i dont know why i'm here
i am lucky to have met you
and lucky to have such a friend
words can not describe how i feel
for having let you down
like a young child is trapped inside
is how i always feel
lost
alone
and seeking help
but no one is around
stuck inside my giant walls
never to get out
nobody has ever cared
nearly as much as you
i cannot b
Dont be like the duck. by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
Dont be like the duck.
Dont be like the duck, and let the water roll simply off your back. For even the strongest duck will be overwhelmed by a powerful rapid or waterfall. Be like the water itself, Ever changing, ever flowing. Smooth and gentle when the situation requires, but like a rapid when you need. The steeper the slope, the faster the water rushes downstream, and the harder it fights back.
...Be like the water instead.. by FredericoVonBaronman, literature
Literature
...Be like the water instead..
Only after you become like the water, ever flowing, ever changing... then can you react to life properly. If you react one way to every situation it will rarely work,
always change
always change
nothing will hinder you
allow yourself
to become free
Free from the world, free to yourself
Would you mind if i wrote myself a reminder?
To remember the things i would otherwise forget
To remember your birthday
To remember you care
Write myself a note to remember
every little thing
that makes you so special to me
why i'm lucky
why i shouldnt complain
and why you are my world
I thought i was done
but of course i was wrong
nothing is ever that simple
emotions are constantly changing
always flowing
always changing
nothing ever stays the same
nothing ever means what it used to
except for this yellow piece of paper
with words i'd written long ago
the meanings behind have changed
but not the words themselves
teardrop
Current Residence: Montana Favourite genre of music: anything... Favourite photographer: Tobias Zeising Favourite style of art: Land/waterscapes Operating System: Windows MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player Shell of choice: Shell? I don't have one, what do you think i am? a turtle? Wallpaper of choice: 010 Skin of choice: mine preferably... but cambodian boys make great substitutes Personal Quote: "... The important thing is that you choose life... and then... live." ~ Dr. Naomi Hunter
Favourite Movies
The Professional
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
H.I.M.
Favourite Games
Resident Evil 4, CV, or MGS
Favourite Gaming Platform
Gamecube
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Paper, Keyboard, Camera, Webcam because I don't have a scanner.
Other Interests
Photography, Stand Up comedy, Pump it Up and Poetry
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