your casual writer

A Suicide Note by your casual writer well, how long has it been? after seconds, minutes, hours, days year by year, I'm stuck in a dream waiting that one day, I'm cast away How long has it been? living this undoubtedly black and white life with no colour that pass me by with no will, with pain I strive will somebody wake me up from this pain? with nothing to help me live through living life as it is, without a gain or with no mission, my life has grew Black and white is all I see venturing life through an ink on paper something can't break this loneliness be with nobody to save from going deeper But then again what is life? venturing through a stroke of a pen striving hard everyday, too deep that I dive how to confess when nobody is to read my inevitable plan? I do hope nobody will miss me crying somehow deep down, I feel happy this noose will heed my calling and let my soul slips away, waking me... P.S...

A poem for you by yourcasualwriter things have only be as it seems until you came and make a change without you, only sadness is what I deemed with you, happiness is what I tame oh please, let her know for only i could write this poem experiencing life through a flick of an ink without noticing any colour has it been Black and white is what I see only ink on a paper that I used to see but without you how am I suppose to glee? without you how my life is as pale as it be through an ink I write through my heart I bleed please fill this heart from white fill me with colour through your deed please heed my call, my love trying to be, what I will not fill me with colour from above Show me something else than this inkblot all my life I venture through a pen coming together, without glee in my head how i wonder when I leave this den with you in my hands till our death

Without you The mood seemed cloudy the faces of people, blue waiting for the door to open while singing the blues a scent of flower.... coming from this bouquet i really hope to give this in person than the vase beside you tears running down my face thinking how painful it is for you something that can drive me to craze for this spot in our home is without you... -yourcasualwriter

Charles Bough by yourcasualwriter "Have you heard?"  Irene asked Jules "What is it?" the two girls at their age in this time of night always like to spook themselves while hiding under a blanket creating a fortress to shield them in this sleepover at Irene's house the small redhead girl then open a flash light and light it below her face attempting to spook her friend with a legend she heard from her father. "did you know that there used to be a boy named Charles Bough?" "no, what of him?" " you are in for a spooky night I tell you!" getting the vibes, Jules sat back and brace her nerves for what her friend is going to tell her. One day, in this very street of London, there lived a boy named Charles Bough, no one knows his origins or even who he is and therefore nobody pays attention, he was just...there, appearing out of nowhere somewhere through the night. nobody knows him or even see him, some even said...

Castle in the sky Howdie, Castle in the sky soaring high like an eagle in the sky for a kid like you dreaming so high life will come when you build a tower high from such a small place we dreamt you dream about freedom that goes boundless a place of happiness like a beam shining high, covering world's sadness yes, you dream of such a place oh........castle in the sky how you want to go there by days a place of peace undying, we bid this world GOODBYE OH....CASTLE IN THE SKY how you want to go there you long the day we leave this by so that I might go and have nothing to die. -yourcasualwriter

Why does it seem so dark? Why does it seem so dark? another day, another month life passed by without a spark is it me or i'm done? why does stars fly across the sky or the sound of people cheering oh does it matter to me? with a rope on my neck i'm hanging is the world ending with me? sitting alone, singing the blues is there something to cure me? besides that chair and this noose. -yourcasualwriter