The search for the unknown...

“I wish I could see my future, not so I could change or alter it, just so I could see that all this was going somewhere… Just for the comfort of knowing.”

M. Wakeford
17/04/12

This following poem is from a friend of mine, Catherine Weston. She wrote it and showed it to me and I liked it so I’m putting it up here for everyone to see but, all credit goes to her. Well done Catherine :)

I haven’t stopped
(I’ve just gotten better at hiding the scars)

“First cut, its always the deepest
Takes away all of the pain
Makes you feel a million times better
Makes you feel a little less lame

I’ve told you what you wanted to hear
Hidden my secrets behind these bars
Haven’t stopped, I’ve just gotten better
Yeah I’ve gotten better at hiding these scars

You’d never guess to look at me
You’s never hear my silent screams
Never notice I’m falling apart
Never realised you’ve broken my dreams

Please save me from this self destruction
I’m brighter than all these shooting stars
I haven’t stopped I’ve just gotten better
Oh I’ve gotten better, at hiding the scars

I’ve always liked the taste of the shadows
I’ve always liked the tears of pain
I love the sight of the fallen angel
Surrounded by the pounding rain

I’ve always been a terrible person
The undesirable angel from mars
I haven’t even changed in the slightest
And I’m still just the idiot covered in scars.”

Tears fall,
Heaven calls,
I must return,
Imprison myself,
With these walls.

I have fallen.

Cold and alone,
my wings fall.

Your eyes,
My tries,
You warm me,
Fill me with hope,
Lift me to the skies.

The saviour of a fallen angel.

M. Wakeford
28/02/12

“People do not change until the very precipice of their destruction. Their ways do not change until the ultimatum of their Apocalypse. They will change when it is too late.”

Matt Wakeford,
23/02/12

“Everyone has some form of emotional baggage, the question isn’t “can I ignore this” or “can I carry this as well as my own?” The question is can you help them pick it up and help them with it?”

M. Wakeford,
23/02/12

This goes out to those of you who say they care about you or tell you that they give a shit when they clearly don’t.

Follow up your words with actions.

If you say you care then pay no attention to them, they are going to be pissed off.

It is as simple as that.

The chain is this; Words > Actions > Realisation.

Stop acting, and start trying.

“Thou shall not scream, there will be no time or need.

The gods hath turned against you.

Their hunger for death and destruction will be overwhelming.

Thou need not run, it will be over soon.

Thou hath spent your entire life praying to these gods for health and prosperity, now they bring only doom, famine and plague.

Life will be taken as swiftly as it was given.” 

I hate writers block…

I haven’t written anything new or decent in a while and it is annoying me.

Can anyone at all give me some inspiration?!

Atleast ask me something.

I know it seems awkward, but I just want to talk.

Why can’t we communicate?

Have a connection, a conversation… an opening of our minds, hearts and souls.

I’m not asking for an orchestra of your vocabulary… just more than one word answers.

Throw away the awkwardness and just talk to me.

“Turn off the shyness, coz’ all the looks make up for the silence”