Note to self: Never be in this situation

Eyes that lie, stare right into the path of destruction.

A smile of ignorance radiates the sense of misfortune.

His innocence can no longer be, despite his best attempts to hide the truth.

On the warpath, she in enraged with the power of mistrust.

Every second word, a swear.

The echoing anger slices into his skin.

"You lying, cheating bastard!"

His best attempts to salvage what's left goes on with empty sorry's.

Tears trickle down her now red face, as she's embarrassed and distraught.

What once was happiness, is suffocated with sadness.

What once was love, is now strangled with hate and lies.

What once was a happy go lucky girl, with a cute smile and laugh

Sits bawling her eyes out, with a shattered heart and a broken life.

Words didn't need to be said aloud,

They spoke perfectly with their bodies to each other.

His smile towards her meant that he loves her,

With a shy happy look, that was her way to say it back.

Every kiss he gave her, was letting her know,

That no matter what girl, he would be there for you.

She threw her arms around him in a way that shouted love.

It told him that she was always going to hold him close, forever.

The holding of hands symbolised their trust and their friendship.

Every laugh shared was the truth that they were glad things ended up this way.

She sheds a tear, and he wipes them away softly and cuddles her close.

"I'm always yours babe"

Every kiss they shared together

It was love, it was glorious love.

Doesn't everyone just love the beach?

An open door gives a might fine impression

The waking sun says hello on the horizon of the great blue

It sheds light on another glorious day in paradise

The bright colour sets the scene over a once black beach.

It's crystals of light make everything that much prettier.

The crisp wind guides laughter throughout the vast open setting.

A crashing wave of mighty water thumps down on the broken shells

The thundering sound of pounding waves lingers throughout the morning

Colour, glorious colour. Blue, yellow, green, red. All paint a marvellous picture

The temperature rises, and the water is invaded by people with wide smiles

The sea now calm, opening its arms to all its children to come play

Ships way out at sea sail slowly along the heatwaves on the horizon

Colourful kites cover the skies with plenty of diamonds

Sand gently blowing with the wind, such a glory filled day

Shadows grow longer, as the setting sun says its final goodbyes for today

With the sea breeze cooling a day of fun, and a day of relaxation

People stand ankle-deep in the calm sea reflecting on the days events

Sand castles cover the setting, scattered all over the place

The last souls on the beach pack up their umbrellas for another day

"Goodbye glorious beach, we will meet again tomorrow"

With a goodbye, the beach shuts its eyes

A beach full of life, full of fun and full of memories

Empty

The sunsets on the site, only to be lonely for a few hours

"We'll be back again tomorrow"

Illuminations of life.

The candle is lit, and placed on the hull.

A whisper of hope is sealed with the light.

A prayer is shared, for hope and good will.

Off we go to the land of never ending smiles.

Set sail for hope, land will greet soon!

Waves of uncertainty try and taint the light.

The wind tries to blow out our chances

We just keep sailing for the future.

On the horizon, a formation gathers.

Smiles on faces, and the light grows stronger.

Bring on the truth, we're ready for action.

Just a few moments to go, and we'll be in heaven.

Memories From A Shore

After I ate I went outside to catch my air,
And to walk off my drink.

And I rolled tobacco,
And watched as the smoke floated magically like you left me.

Oh I made a firm fist,
And, pissed, thought it brilliant to throw my hand into the door.

I knew I would have to admit that I was wrong.
I decided to not talk no more.

Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.

Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.

If you wrote a list of the times I considered to swim in my heavenly home.

And God and His angels are all under water,

And callin' my name once for all.

Oh, and I had this hat that I lost in September,
I miss you less than that, you know.

Oh how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul,
No home.

Anna, no.
What an embarrassing way to go.

The Pros and Cons of Humanity

The beating heart makes us sweat.

The pulsating metronome pressures us into making mistakes.

The beating hinders our train of thought.

It’s so mesmerising, threatening.

It kills us from the inside.

Every beat of the heart makes us more human.

It draws us to the point of insanity.

The mind is clouded and thought stops,

Hope and reason are abandoned.

Our mind abstains like a boxer downed in the first round.

The regret comes fast,

Even the people we trusted only wished for our destruction,

An expressionless face cracks under the strain.

The time bomb explodes,

No longer able to cope with the pressures of being human..

Written by Stephen Gallagher and Tory Regan

Autumn sensation

The naked autumn trees,

Blow scarcely in the breeze.

The fallen leaves of yellow, orange and red,

Blow aimlessly around my head.

The night sky opens up and the stars try to shine,

With the cold pouring rain, it seems a waste of time.

When I feel lonely in this autumn season,

I think of you and you give me a reason.

A reason to smile, as your face lights up my life,

I'll never say goodbye woman, never in this life.

The wind carries the autumn leaves around,

In the shape of things to come, I'll get off the ground.

I'll stand up in this autumn shade,

Every day, it shall be made.

The crisp leaves make the same ol' sound.

Every leaf a memory that leaves me feeling astound.

Every time this season rolls in,

I'll never forget those lips with sin.

You'd think the Spanish would understand Spanish....

Flames lick the oxygen-filled air.

The ominous sound of fire creates panic.

It smells like disaster,

And burns like a bitch.

He keeps on running,

From pain and bad memories.

The fire grows bigger,

And waves to him as he turns around for a glance.

Burn, burn, the bastard burns.

All the way to the ground.

700 meters.

Boxes cover the lounge floor.

All the clothes, all the books,

Sitting in cardboard boxes.

The walls stand bare,

All the pretty pictures are missing.

They sit sadly in packages,

Begging to fill the room with colour.

But they can't, not anymore.

The rooms are filled with memories.

Each lingering moment a ghost of time.

The good times I've had here,

As well as the bad

Will be missed, undoubtedly.

The sun shines down,

and basks us in its glory.

Thank you for this lovely day.

The truck starts up, shakes off it's cobwebs.

Its engine roars, as it's fully loaded.

The house, fully bare.

No sign of existence anymore.

Just sweet memories.

A smile lights up my face,

"You've done me well, house."

Blocks away, we great a new dwelling.

Such greatness in size.

It sends its hello on the whispering wind.

A house inside, empty.

Waiting for what we have.

Paintings smile on the white walls.

Rooms shine full of life.

The residents are warm and caring.

The picturesque views you offer us.

Make the experience so damn rewarding.

Keep us safe, house.

From the winds, and the rain.

We will treat you with kindness,

and give you back a life.

There's something about him....

Here come's the moon again,

He comes to see us with his cheeky smile.

Winning his hide and go seek game with the sun.

The sparkling stars are nothing compared to him.

Where else do I look with a broken heart?

You seem to absorb me, and guide me.

All the secrets pour out of my heart.

You understand everything about me.

Without you, I fall apart.

Doctor Moon, what's your prognosis?

Should I fill the streets with tears?

He doesn't speak back, but I know he nods politely.

He stares back with knowledge and light.

Reading me like a book.

The stars twinkle around him,

Trying to catch his attention.

But all he focuses on is me.

Thank you Mister Moon.

Thank you so much.

The shoulder I cry on,

The ears who listen in.

The one I trust,

With all my secrets.