Cradle my Dream of Dying by akira-otomo, literature
Literature
Cradle my Dream of Dying
I see
As if from a distant dream
Your smile on the horizon
But I feel that this cannot be
I held you in my arms
I cradled you into your death
Your eyes became filled with tears
And I can't remember the rest
Sorrow unjustified
With the heart leading life discontent
A broken man's soul
In a broken man's home
Is a soul without feeling to vent
And now I realise
That our dream could never be real
For without you a dream has such little to feel
That the dream is a Hell placed on Earth
So you cradle me
Into my death
My despair is too much for words
When you went
My heart broke inside me
Cracked just to feed the blackbirds
And
The True Spirit Of Christmas by akira-otomo, literature
Literature
The True Spirit Of Christmas
Down in a street
There is a little boy
Timmy by name
He loves playing with toys
His parents left 2 years ago
For a business trip in Spain
Little does poor old Timmy know
They won't come back again
Timmy wants a bicycle
He wrote to Santa to say so
If only Santa could write back
He'd tell him the truth: No
So Timmy will wait alone this Christmas
He won't care if it's white, green or brown
He just wants somebody to be with
Like his parents, or somebody else from the town
Timmy lives alone at Christmas
With a paving stone for a bed
It isn't very comfortable
He has no pillow behind his head
He'll keep positive again this Christ
I will see you ...
sometime ...
On a distant star ...
I promise.
I would go to the ends of the earth ...
Just to see your face ...
As it was ...
When you left me ...
Alone.
Put your hand,
In mine,
We'll go through this together.
Red tears,
Of yesterday,
I see,
Them creeping up on me.
What would you say,
If I left you for whole day?
What would you do,
If you came back,
Shattered and broken.
And seeing your face,
As I dance on the edge,
The edge of a knife,
Next to you.
I see a tear run down your face,
Could this be in my disgrace,
Looking away I see the blood,
On your hand running down your wrist,
Into a fist,
That his holding the blade of knife.
Covered in blood,
You hide and run,
Trying not to let me see,
What you have done to me,
And what I have done to you,
I have made you this way,
Can I ask,
Am I aloud to stand here,
On the brink,
Of breaking,
Into a thousand tiny tears,
That fall to the ground and shatter away from me.
But I can't decide,
To stay or just to walk right out of here.
But I can't do either,
Because I'm crying,
Remembering all the things I said to you.
Today,
I've been kneeling here,
Infront,
Of a grave covered in blood,
Of a life,
Shed yesterday,
Not too far away.
But I can't decide,
Should I live on,
Or should I just die?
Or should I continue to be,
What you can see,
A lifeless form hidden away from you.
Red tears,
Stained the memories,
Of what remains,
Of what used to be,
A l
When I was young,
I would run home hoping to see you.
Now you're gone,
There are so many things I can not do.
But now I think of you every day,
Just hear the words, I'd like to say.
I have never forgotten your face,
I have never made a mistake,
Because you keep me running,
Through the bitter cold and rainy days,
You keep me running,
Through all the tears I cried,
Of what it felt like to be left out in the cold,
I thought of you.
I won't forget you,
I won't regret you,
You were always so deep in my heart.
Through all the bad times,
And in the good,
You keep my fire burning,
I can't stop turning,
Into what you taught me to
The spirits of life, they burn brightly.
Seeing what may lie beneath.
Look into the sky, imagine your own star.
Not too close, not too far.
Imagine yourself sitting on it.
Imagine peace, no war, no fighting.
Look away, close your eyes.
Look around for a sweet suprise.
Trying not to cry, trying not to fall,
Look around your room, and then you see it all.
You lay down and think of them,
Sitting on your little star,
Not too close, not too far.
Look into the eyes of life,
Stare into the ground.
Looking for a place to go,
When death comes around.
Not knowing when it will be,
You hope it may be soon.
Crying secretly on your bed,
You stare up at the moon.
Look into the fires of fate,
Hoping they'll be kind.
Seeking some knowledge,
So you know what you might find.
Cradle my Dream of Dying by akira-otomo, literature
Literature
Cradle my Dream of Dying
I see
As if from a distant dream
Your smile on the horizon
But I feel that this cannot be
I held you in my arms
I cradled you into your death
Your eyes became filled with tears
And I can't remember the rest
Sorrow unjustified
With the heart leading life discontent
A broken man's soul
In a broken man's home
Is a soul without feeling to vent
And now I realise
That our dream could never be real
For without you a dream has such little to feel
That the dream is a Hell placed on Earth
So you cradle me
Into my death
My despair is too much for words
When you went
My heart broke inside me
Cracked just to feed the blackbirds
And
The True Spirit Of Christmas by akira-otomo, literature
Literature
The True Spirit Of Christmas
Down in a street
There is a little boy
Timmy by name
He loves playing with toys
His parents left 2 years ago
For a business trip in Spain
Little does poor old Timmy know
They won't come back again
Timmy wants a bicycle
He wrote to Santa to say so
If only Santa could write back
He'd tell him the truth: No
So Timmy will wait alone this Christmas
He won't care if it's white, green or brown
He just wants somebody to be with
Like his parents, or somebody else from the town
Timmy lives alone at Christmas
With a paving stone for a bed
It isn't very comfortable
He has no pillow behind his head
He'll keep positive again this Christ
I will see you ...
sometime ...
On a distant star ...
I promise.
I would go to the ends of the earth ...
Just to see your face ...
As it was ...
When you left me ...
Alone.
Put your hand,
In mine,
We'll go through this together.
Red tears,
Of yesterday,
I see,
Them creeping up on me.
What would you say,
If I left you for whole day?
What would you do,
If you came back,
Shattered and broken.
And seeing your face,
As I dance on the edge,
The edge of a knife,
Next to you.
I see a tear run down your face,
Could this be in my disgrace,
Looking away I see the blood,
On your hand running down your wrist,
Into a fist,
That his holding the blade of knife.
Covered in blood,
You hide and run,
Trying not to let me see,
What you have done to me,
And what I have done to you,
I have made you this way,
Can I ask,
Am I aloud to stand here,
On the brink,
Of breaking,
Into a thousand tiny tears,
That fall to the ground and shatter away from me.
But I can't decide,
To stay or just to walk right out of here.
But I can't do either,
Because I'm crying,
Remembering all the things I said to you.
Today,
I've been kneeling here,
Infront,
Of a grave covered in blood,
Of a life,
Shed yesterday,
Not too far away.
But I can't decide,
Should I live on,
Or should I just die?
Or should I continue to be,
What you can see,
A lifeless form hidden away from you.
Red tears,
Stained the memories,
Of what remains,
Of what used to be,
A l
When I was young,
I would run home hoping to see you.
Now you're gone,
There are so many things I can not do.
But now I think of you every day,
Just hear the words, I'd like to say.
I have never forgotten your face,
I have never made a mistake,
Because you keep me running,
Through the bitter cold and rainy days,
You keep me running,
Through all the tears I cried,
Of what it felt like to be left out in the cold,
I thought of you.
I won't forget you,
I won't regret you,
You were always so deep in my heart.
Through all the bad times,
And in the good,
You keep my fire burning,
I can't stop turning,
Into what you taught me to
The spirits of life, they burn brightly.
Seeing what may lie beneath.
Look into the sky, imagine your own star.
Not too close, not too far.
Imagine yourself sitting on it.
Imagine peace, no war, no fighting.
Look away, close your eyes.
Look around for a sweet suprise.
Trying not to cry, trying not to fall,
Look around your room, and then you see it all.
You lay down and think of them,
Sitting on your little star,
Not too close, not too far.
Look into the eyes of life,
Stare into the ground.
Looking for a place to go,
When death comes around.
Not knowing when it will be,
You hope it may be soon.
Crying secretly on your bed,
You stare up at the moon.
Look into the fires of fate,
Hoping they'll be kind.
Seeking some knowledge,
So you know what you might find.
Right. I'm a guitarist in a band (I play and sing for 'em) but I haven't written any songs, but they have. So now they want me to write somet. I need a topic and title plz. preferably not about love n stuff.
I need a Vista logon - a real one!! If you have Vista, can you go to C:WINDOWSSystem32 and look for an EXE called logonui
Then can you upload it and send me a link please!!
Thank you, and thanks again!!
~~ Akira.
Welcome to Journal Entry № 1. This is my first entry, so please don't laugh if anything goes wrong.
→ Stuff I want to do but can't:
As I live in England, there is a Manga Expo on the 24th and 25th May (close to my birthday), I want bo go but London is too far away - it's rubbish!! I never get to go!!
Go to see my cousins (I haven't seen them in a long time), they live in Scotland, but I can't drive until I'm 17!! I hate the law!!
That's it, really.