I Resigned From Myself... Took a Break as Someone Else

The Doctor - "See it's a precption filter, it's like your there but not. Right? Okay, well, I guess... Actually it's excatly like, you know when you fancy someone and they don't even know you exist?" *darts off*
Martha - *watches looking slightly depressed*
Jack - "You too huh?"

Ever have a friend like that? The one you can't wait to see, and yet don't really want to because you know nothing will ever come of it? Yeah, me too. Anyway, that's not the point. I thought I'd post this little poem I came up with on the spot.
(Literally on the spot while I'm listening to Bush -- the band people -_-')

Believe

Shadows among the dust
But it's okay, they're friendly
Because the dust comes from the books
And the books bring life to the world
So
When you burn the books
You burn the world
Run away
Run away
Go hide yourself
Hide behind your hypocrisyLose yourself in something crazy
It'll never be the same
Because all it is, is just a gameTell the truth
Just to lie
Be the real you
But keep yourself inside
Smile like you mean it
Die like you believe it
Judge yourself with others
Or burn under a false grace
Because in the end
When it's all over
Everyone dies
And all that remains is
Everybody lies

This is what listening to too much Bush does to me xD. Hope you like it.

To Write, Is Life

Drift

Okay, so I've started this because I want to have a place to post my poetry, and probably some random events in my life. Chances are pretty good I won't refer to anyone by name -- rather I'll have some highly fitting sudonames for everyone.
But right now that's not the point.
I got on here to post a poem I wrote last night.
So here it is.

Drift

It's starless in the city
With people on the street.
Nothing's in the atmosphere
The earth beneath my feet
Beautiful creatures
Human lies
Pain will always fade away
Drift out it's gone, into outerspace
Because the hurt, it gives us life
The love grounds, & the lust
Lust is the only bitter sweet.
Home away from home
Never to return,
Shangrala of my mind
Friends I call my family
Not blood realtions of mine
But nomatter who they are
They know the real me inside
There's nothing in the atmosphere
To ground me down to earth
Why should I try?
Follow my thoughts & feelings
Right into the sky
Because there is nothing in the atmosphere
So let go...

Hope you liked it :D

To Write, Is Life