Brand New Eyes

last night ive decided to change the name of my blog from Cut Down All The Trees.. to The Poet You Never Were. The reason i changed it is because i feel the new name somehow reflects more of who i really am and this statement of trying to be someone i can never be has never been more closer than i thought..so here's to the new name.
Oh and ive also picked a new template for the whole blog..u kno, to celebrate :)

Postlapsaria

"I am the horizon

I have dreamed of tracing rings around this world

My arms are stretched to forever

My fingers shake with the fear of control

The fear I know you all know so well

We all lay claim to our destinies

Yet we all rise and fall with the current"

Diary of a Rapist- 'Interlude'

and so I woke up to the awkward rhythm of her body motionless in bed..her closed hands and open tears on her cheeks.. i have forgotten how to feel but what is this feeling that i have inside? this sense of insecurity yet full of satisfaction..i believe that she have died within me. I no longer know her name and she no longer exists for she was just a dead body with an empty soul. Bruises all over her.. I got up to look at my watch. It was 5 in the morning.. I looked around the room to admire the naked figure, one of the many works ive finished-it was nothing personal, we dream of wisdom but I yearn only for you. Taking all my belongings, I left the room...step by step we separate further

Venus and Bacchus

my top 'to-buy' list!

"For the first time, he heard something that he knew to be music. He heard people singing. Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps, it was only an echo."

- Lois Lowry, The Giver

"The real underlying flaw in your life is that you don't think I am good. If you knew I was good and that everything-the means, the ends, and all the processes of individual lives- is all covered by my goodness, then while you might not always understand what I am doing, you would trust me. But you don't."

- William P. Young, The Shack