Fly With The Raven

The Messed Up Life Of The Lost And Confussed

What Used To Be My Home


It's kinda offical now, my apartment is so to say no longer mine.
I just have a few more things to do before I'm completly moved out.
Just have to wash the walls,cupboards and the ceiling, not in the line ofcourse.

I donno if I'm moving in with my bro or not now, my mom and stepdad found me an apartment not far from here.
I donno I'm gonna look at it this following week I hope, and we'll see.

So until then, I'm staying with my mom, Which I hate mind you.
Suddenly I don't have the freedom I'm used to have.
Suddenly allot of people to relate to.
I havent had people so close since Sepphire lived with me.
And yet again, ya know she's there to stir things up in my head.

The room in which I'm staying, brings back allot.
We spent our first night's there together as a couple.
Even if the room didn't have a door,
It didn't really matter.
Too Deep in love for anything else to matter.

In this house, was the place I first propose to her, to be my wife.
I remember that night, Even if we had a few that night,
The words were still true.
I did think she'd be my wife one day.

Then I got the apartment...
Sepphire came to visit that day that I was moving in.
She stayed behind,helping my mom hang up the curtains, put clothing into the shelves, etc.
She was so proud of herself, wanting to show me what she had done.
I couldn't help myself but smile, such small things we take for granted,
Was such a big deal to her.
We were finally alone that evening, for a first time since my birthday in February.
That apartment holds allot of memories of the life we shared together. the joy and the laughter.

She also propose to me in that apartment, for my birthday the year after.
I remember crying, i was so happy.
All my dreams seemed to come true.

I remember so many times, waiting for her to come, cooking in the kitchen, waiting for her car to pull into the drive way with metal blasting out of the speakers, unlocking the door into the apartment, and embracing me ever so tightly.

I will remember that place, with lots of fond good memories.
That perfect love will live forever in my mind and heart.

Restless

Ive fucked up my sleeping pattern again,
wtf is keeping me awake?

It's my head,
I know it.
The thoughts won't go away,
Rushing through my head like demons
Hunting me in the night.

I miss being able to have someone to sleep next to,
A warm soft body against me,
Feeling their warm breath heaving softly at me.
Fingers twirling my hair between their fingers,
As soft lips touch my cheek.
While sweet words of love is whispered in my ear.

I remember smelling her perfume as I drifted off to sleep,
her arms clinging tightly on to me as if never wanting to let go.
 
Her lips,
Kissing me in her sleep,
And murmurs escaping her lips,
Saying "I love you"
Somewhere in the dark.

Her hair brushing against my face,
tickeling my nose.

I really hate sleeping alone,
guess that's why I hate  sleeping.
 
Oh well, time to rest

Live Your Life Without Any Regreets


I discovered a few days ago,
My epic box of fail.

Yes, my Box of fail,
Where I store my engagment rings,
Patetic I know.
I kinda do keep them as a remind
Of how things went wrong at some point.

3 Rings...
3 Long serious relationships.
makes me think,
Can I ever do it right?

I actually talked with my first girlfriend,
bout it a bit recently.
She told me the reasons why things had gone so
And so.
And I do agree with her.

I'm quite the different person now than
I were then.
I've grown from the unsecure girl I once were.
I'm strong now cos of things I've experience in my life.
And  the people thats been in it.
They shaped me into who I am this day,
In the good ways and in the bad ways.
And I think I have the same thing with them.

Some learned to stand strong and be proud of who you are,
Not to let oneself be knocked down by anyone.
No matter who they are.

To love,
Isn't to be weak,
Yet if we can all feel weak at the point of love.

One just need to open up ones eyes and
Take a look at the world around,
and see what is important.

Some people lock away love,
Too afraid of opening up their hearts.
Afraid of being hurt.
To live, is to being hurt.
If one never can open up ones heart,
Life sure will be lonly.

As someone who meant allot to me once said,
"No one was meant to go through life alone"

Love is what makes this world go around.
Those words stick deep to my heart.

I have my regreets
When It comes to love.
Certain Periods I know I will look back on and think,
"what If?"

Who really wants to look back and think,
"what if" To any event in their lives?

I'm posting a song on the end here,
Which struck a cord in me concerning resent events.

Faith and Arms yea yea another Aion input


Steel Rake I really like that place

Going off to war

Not always easy being the tank

Prettiest little Tank
Wow....My legion hah!

HEY THERE!
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I'm flying!!!!!