The Amazing Invisible Girl
I feel like cellophane,
Like a ghostly shadow
That’s creeping at the edges of your vision.
You look right through me like I’m not even there.
I don’t even know if I’m truly here anymore,
That’s how much you make me doubt myself.
I think I catch you watching me out of the corner of your eye,
But I turn and you’re gone again,
Shutting me out once again.
So you can turn your emotions on and off with the flip of a switch?
Or are you just that cold inside?
I wish you’d let me melt the ice around your heart,
But you just look right through me
With your frigid stare.
How can you condemn me when you’ve never given me a chance to begin with?
I guess it’s all just the luck of the draw,
The roll of the dice, with you,
Isn’t it?
If I’m lucky you might give me one word, one glance, one gesture.
You might mention my name in passing conversation,
You might acknowledge my presence.
But is it worth it to hang on those little things,
To hope and pray and cling to what scraps I’m given?
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Eloquency
Eloquency
Eloquency – I curse thee!
I curse that thou has bestowed upon me
The wit and tongue
To pull forth words and spin them into tales,
All light and air and fancy.
It is quite a burden to bear,
To be a voice of my generation
And to herald the futility,
And grandness, of life.
And yet…I think I’d rather have thou within me,
Beating still within my breast,
Yearning to be free.
For without thee, eloquency,
I wouldn’t be replete with me.
Eloquency – I curse thee!
I curse that thou has bestowed upon me
The wit and tongue
To pull forth words and spin them into tales,
All light and air and fancy.
It is quite a burden to bear,
To be a voice of my generation
And to herald the futility,
And grandness, of life.
And yet…I think I’d rather have thou within me,
Beating still within my breast,
Yearning to be free.
For without thee, eloquency,
I wouldn’t be replete with me.
Carousel
Carousel
Pretty horses all in a row,
Eyes rolling and nostrils steaming
In the foggy London evening.
Worn down mouths chomp at the bit,
Heads straining against the rein
With the rattle and clang of chain.
Night as come and the green is empty,
Gears clanking in the gathered dark
As the horses stand almost silent in the abandoned park.
And here they’ll sleep til morning breaks,
Til, with a sigh, the conductor returns
To wake them with familiar nocturnes.
In unison they stretch and quiver,
To shake off the early morning damp
As at the bit they chew and champ.
In twos and threes they silently wait,
For the heavy steps and resulting snafu
Of children waiting in the queue.
Pretty horses all in a row,
Eyes rolling and nostrils steaming
In the foggy London evening.
Worn down mouths chomp at the bit,
Heads straining against the rein
With the rattle and clang of chain.
Night as come and the green is empty,
Gears clanking in the gathered dark
As the horses stand almost silent in the abandoned park.
And here they’ll sleep til morning breaks,
Til, with a sigh, the conductor returns
To wake them with familiar nocturnes.
In unison they stretch and quiver,
To shake off the early morning damp
As at the bit they chew and champ.
In twos and threes they silently wait,
For the heavy steps and resulting snafu
Of children waiting in the queue.
Your Eyes Betray You
Your Eyes Betray You
Shackled to a life I can’t outrun,
I’d change it all if I could.
I’d break these iron chains,
Turn my pain into something needed.
But I can’t and so I keep running,
Chains rattling, weighing me down
And slowing my feet.
I’m not doing anyone any good,
My light shines like a candle in the daytime
With it’s glow disappearing in the sun’s rays.
Why not snuff me out til nightfall
When I can light your way and serve some purpose?
Do you even need me to shine for you?
Maybe you’ve got enough of a glow of your own,
To shed light on the path ahead of you
So you can avoid being too near me.
Would you unlock me from these fetters if you found the key?
And would you hold me if I were afraid
Of the darkness through which we’re passing constantly?
Maybe you’d just walk on by if you saw me on the street,
But your eyes tell me all I need to know.
Your eyes betray you.
Shackled to a life I can’t outrun,
I’d change it all if I could.
I’d break these iron chains,
Turn my pain into something needed.
But I can’t and so I keep running,
Chains rattling, weighing me down
And slowing my feet.
I’m not doing anyone any good,
My light shines like a candle in the daytime
With it’s glow disappearing in the sun’s rays.
Why not snuff me out til nightfall
When I can light your way and serve some purpose?
Do you even need me to shine for you?
Maybe you’ve got enough of a glow of your own,
To shed light on the path ahead of you
So you can avoid being too near me.
Would you unlock me from these fetters if you found the key?
And would you hold me if I were afraid
Of the darkness through which we’re passing constantly?
Maybe you’d just walk on by if you saw me on the street,
But your eyes tell me all I need to know.
Your eyes betray you.
No Plainness There
No Plainness There
I feel like a line drawing,
Plain, blank, with no shading.
There’s no color in me today.
Slowly I awake, and my senses come flooding in.
I’m filling in my self,
Colors flooding the paper and spilling from my pen.
Pink for my blush,
Streaks of purple-blue for poetry,
Green for environmentalism.
Yellow for my intellect,
Orange for theater,
And red for my voice.
There’s black for morbidity,
White for my plainness but that’s already there.
And then you steal my painting and rip it to shreds.
“That’s not you.”
And you present me with a portrait of me,
One I don’t deserve.
It’s this beautiful masterpiece,
In it I see myself,
A goddess, wood nymph, muse.
Eyes bright, cheeks flushed,
Lips ruby red and hair spilling
Soft around my shoulders,
A torrent of red against the milky white of my skin.
There’s the curve of my arm,
Angle of elbow, soft roundness of my shoulder.
All wrapped up in soft pale satin
And presented as a whole.
I see in it my poetry, my intellect,
My theater, voice, morbidity, environmentalism.
But there’s no plainness there.
I feel like a line drawing,
Plain, blank, with no shading.
There’s no color in me today.
Slowly I awake, and my senses come flooding in.
I’m filling in my self,
Colors flooding the paper and spilling from my pen.
Pink for my blush,
Streaks of purple-blue for poetry,
Green for environmentalism.
Yellow for my intellect,
Orange for theater,
And red for my voice.
There’s black for morbidity,
White for my plainness but that’s already there.
And then you steal my painting and rip it to shreds.
“That’s not you.”
And you present me with a portrait of me,
One I don’t deserve.
It’s this beautiful masterpiece,
In it I see myself,
A goddess, wood nymph, muse.
Eyes bright, cheeks flushed,
Lips ruby red and hair spilling
Soft around my shoulders,
A torrent of red against the milky white of my skin.
There’s the curve of my arm,
Angle of elbow, soft roundness of my shoulder.
All wrapped up in soft pale satin
And presented as a whole.
I see in it my poetry, my intellect,
My theater, voice, morbidity, environmentalism.
But there’s no plainness there.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Chimera
Chimera
Am I a figment of your imagination?
Are you dreaming even as you stand here before me?
Do I exist only as a whim of your fancy,
Only here to mesmerize and fascinate you?
Well then, am I doing my job well at least?
I hope I’m alluring enough for you,
Bewitching, hypnotic, ethereal.
I hope this daydream never ends
Because I love being just an apparition in your imagination,
Being an illusion that you cling to in the unearthly night.
Some might say this life is charmed, an easy thing,
Being your muse, your creation, your phantasm.
I’d have to disagree. This isn’t so easy,
Being constantly enchanting, spellbinding,
Constantly spinning my webs of magic and mirage,
It’s no picnic and however enticingly I twirl
I’m still just a figment of your imagination.
And I still wonder…
Do I long to be free or do I enjoy my destiny,
Constantly beguiling in your shadow?
Am I a figment of your imagination?
Are you dreaming even as you stand here before me?
Do I exist only as a whim of your fancy,
Only here to mesmerize and fascinate you?
Well then, am I doing my job well at least?
I hope I’m alluring enough for you,
Bewitching, hypnotic, ethereal.
I hope this daydream never ends
Because I love being just an apparition in your imagination,
Being an illusion that you cling to in the unearthly night.
Some might say this life is charmed, an easy thing,
Being your muse, your creation, your phantasm.
I’d have to disagree. This isn’t so easy,
Being constantly enchanting, spellbinding,
Constantly spinning my webs of magic and mirage,
It’s no picnic and however enticingly I twirl
I’m still just a figment of your imagination.
And I still wonder…
Do I long to be free or do I enjoy my destiny,
Constantly beguiling in your shadow?
Origami Hearts
Origami Hearts
Fold my heart into little shapes,
Use it for your origami practice.
It doesn’t matter to you anyways.
It’s no big mystery that we’ll never be together,
But here, I’ll give you my heart.
You’re bound to break it anyways
No matter what happens now.
You might as well put it to good use,
And make some flimsy bauble
For your “real” friends to enjoy.
They’d probably applaud you
And laugh really loud at my foolishness.
So let’s get it over with.
Here’s my heart so take it
And turn it into another meaningless piece
Of your stupid origami game.
It’s not like it’s something important, anyways…
Fold my heart into little shapes,
Use it for your origami practice.
It doesn’t matter to you anyways.
It’s no big mystery that we’ll never be together,
But here, I’ll give you my heart.
You’re bound to break it anyways
No matter what happens now.
You might as well put it to good use,
And make some flimsy bauble
For your “real” friends to enjoy.
They’d probably applaud you
And laugh really loud at my foolishness.
So let’s get it over with.
Here’s my heart so take it
And turn it into another meaningless piece
Of your stupid origami game.
It’s not like it’s something important, anyways…
Romeo
Romeo
Look at the girl in the corner,
The one with the red lips down-turned,
And sad haunted eyes.
There’s tears glistening on her once rosy cheeks
And a broken smile lying at her feet.
Will you be her Romeo?
See the girl, in her darkened room,
Slashing her arms with a razorblade
And watching the blood fall with numb eyes.
There are remnants of a life she built,
Lying in shambles on the bed around her.
Will you be her Romeo?
Do you sense the girl behind you,
Watching you from heavy hooded eyes
Bloodshot from too much booze and drug use?
The friends she used to hang with
Are watching from a distance as she heads off to another rave.
Will you be her Romeo?
Will you notice the girl sitting on that bench in the park,
Her belly rounded out by months of pregnancy,
Her ankles swollen and her eyes rimmed in red?
Her boyfriend left her and she’s got no one,
Faced with the prospect of raising a child alone.
Will you be her Romeo?
And here’s the girl headed to jail for robbery,
Handcuffed in the back of a police car, sobbing,
While her mother shakes her head outside in the rain.
There’s nothing ahead of her but sleepless nights,
And she’s leaving so much future behind her.
Will you be her Romeo?
There’s the girl who sits alone at her lunch table,
Another loser outcast, overweight and out of place,
Eating her emotions along with her lunch.
She’s got so much potential, personality, a brain,
She’s just waiting for the right one to find her.
Will you be her Romeo?
There’s another girl who’s never just right,
Staring into the mirror but who she sees is ugly and torn,
So she goes another day without eating to try and change it.
She’s nothing but skin and bones, a little moth angel
With ribs visible beneath paper-skin.
Will you be her Romeo?
This is Everygirl. The girl you never notice, the one you walk right by,
She’s the unwanted pregnant teen adult’s eyes slide away from,
The overweight outcast wanting someone to love,
The girl who’s never skinny enough,
The girl who took the wrong path in a life of crime,
The abuser who’s messed her body up so much she can hardly walk,
The girl who takes it all out on herself,
The broken hearted.
Will you be her Romeo?
Look at the girl in the corner,
The one with the red lips down-turned,
And sad haunted eyes.
There’s tears glistening on her once rosy cheeks
And a broken smile lying at her feet.
Will you be her Romeo?
See the girl, in her darkened room,
Slashing her arms with a razorblade
And watching the blood fall with numb eyes.
There are remnants of a life she built,
Lying in shambles on the bed around her.
Will you be her Romeo?
Do you sense the girl behind you,
Watching you from heavy hooded eyes
Bloodshot from too much booze and drug use?
The friends she used to hang with
Are watching from a distance as she heads off to another rave.
Will you be her Romeo?
Will you notice the girl sitting on that bench in the park,
Her belly rounded out by months of pregnancy,
Her ankles swollen and her eyes rimmed in red?
Her boyfriend left her and she’s got no one,
Faced with the prospect of raising a child alone.
Will you be her Romeo?
And here’s the girl headed to jail for robbery,
Handcuffed in the back of a police car, sobbing,
While her mother shakes her head outside in the rain.
There’s nothing ahead of her but sleepless nights,
And she’s leaving so much future behind her.
Will you be her Romeo?
There’s the girl who sits alone at her lunch table,
Another loser outcast, overweight and out of place,
Eating her emotions along with her lunch.
She’s got so much potential, personality, a brain,
She’s just waiting for the right one to find her.
Will you be her Romeo?
There’s another girl who’s never just right,
Staring into the mirror but who she sees is ugly and torn,
So she goes another day without eating to try and change it.
She’s nothing but skin and bones, a little moth angel
With ribs visible beneath paper-skin.
Will you be her Romeo?
This is Everygirl. The girl you never notice, the one you walk right by,
She’s the unwanted pregnant teen adult’s eyes slide away from,
The overweight outcast wanting someone to love,
The girl who’s never skinny enough,
The girl who took the wrong path in a life of crime,
The abuser who’s messed her body up so much she can hardly walk,
The girl who takes it all out on herself,
The broken hearted.
Will you be her Romeo?
Friday, April 15, 2005
House of Cards on Shaky Ground
House of Cards on Shaky Ground
I catalogue my steps carefully,
One wrong move and I might fall down
And not find my way back up again.
But although the ledge is narrow,
My footing is secure.
I build my life brick by brick
But there’s no mortar to hold them together,
And without it my walls continually crumble.
I’m wasting time repositioning that
Which makes up the foundation of my life.
Somewhere a butterfly plummets
To the surface of some distant planet,
(Undiscovered by our scientists and higher minds),
And here on Earth my life gets crushed a little more.
The fabric of the continuum of life tears,
Only slightly, but enough to ruin me
And bring me shuddering to my knees.
What’s the use to be given wings
If you’re always forbidden to stretch them,
And there’s no way to break the shackles
So I can spread my wings and fly.
I’d love to turn my eyes skyward
And find there’s some semblance of belief,
Something left for me to believe in.
My life is a house of cards,
Painstakingly assembled,
Every heart and spade, diamond and club
Standing upright in their positions like soldiers ready for battle.
Until – someone bumps the table,
And like a tidal wave they all crash down.
Like dominoes, we all fall down.
I catalogue my steps carefully,
One wrong move and I might fall down
And not find my way back up again.
But although the ledge is narrow,
My footing is secure.
I build my life brick by brick
But there’s no mortar to hold them together,
And without it my walls continually crumble.
I’m wasting time repositioning that
Which makes up the foundation of my life.
Somewhere a butterfly plummets
To the surface of some distant planet,
(Undiscovered by our scientists and higher minds),
And here on Earth my life gets crushed a little more.
The fabric of the continuum of life tears,
Only slightly, but enough to ruin me
And bring me shuddering to my knees.
What’s the use to be given wings
If you’re always forbidden to stretch them,
And there’s no way to break the shackles
So I can spread my wings and fly.
I’d love to turn my eyes skyward
And find there’s some semblance of belief,
Something left for me to believe in.
My life is a house of cards,
Painstakingly assembled,
Every heart and spade, diamond and club
Standing upright in their positions like soldiers ready for battle.
Until – someone bumps the table,
And like a tidal wave they all crash down.
Like dominoes, we all fall down.
Don't Compare Me to a Star
Don't Compare Me to a Star
Stars are just glowing balls of gas
Burning millions of light years away.
The moon is just a mooch,
Stealing light from the sun to shine as it does.
And the sun?
That’s just a bigger star,
Another gas-ball glowing bright.
So why are these the base elements of love poems?
I know I wouldn’t want to be compared to a ball of gas,
Or reflecting mirror.
Who would?
So, you see, why love is corrupt;
It’s full of unfaithful imagery,
Similies like thorns in our sides.
That’s why I don’t want you to
Compare me to a star.
Love songs are the epitome
Of your silk-spun falsehood.
Sling that over your back
And hitch a ride along the highway of broken dreams.
We’re just another couple of losers
Searching for heaven.
Stars are just glowing balls of gas
Burning millions of light years away.
The moon is just a mooch,
Stealing light from the sun to shine as it does.
And the sun?
That’s just a bigger star,
Another gas-ball glowing bright.
So why are these the base elements of love poems?
I know I wouldn’t want to be compared to a ball of gas,
Or reflecting mirror.
Who would?
So, you see, why love is corrupt;
It’s full of unfaithful imagery,
Similies like thorns in our sides.
That’s why I don’t want you to
Compare me to a star.
Love songs are the epitome
Of your silk-spun falsehood.
Sling that over your back
And hitch a ride along the highway of broken dreams.
We’re just another couple of losers
Searching for heaven.
Stay Out
Stay Out
Stay out of my heart,
Keep your praises locked away.
I’m just a ghost anyways
So why waste your time on me?
There's no star within reach of me,
No one for me to reach out and touch.
No one can tame me,
You certainly can’t stop me
When my mind is set on this.
But I know you can’t change the way you feel
And neither can I.
The city lights shine tonight
But they don’t shine for me,
And they’re not shining for you either.
I’ve got the needle, poised,
To sew my mouth shut
So I won’t spill promises I can never keep.
And if that won’t work I’ll lock myself away,
Somewhere you’ll never find me.
I’m afraid I’ll do something I’ll regret
And that feeling grows stronger when I’m around you.
I don’t know what you’re thinking or how you feel about this,
About me.
My thoughts are on acid,
Blazing through my mind like falling stars.
I’m torn in two, like a stream
Forking in the midst of a wood,
Like notebook paper ripped in half
When the words don’t come out right.
Feels like my throat is in a vice grip,
I can’t get the words put
To let you know I want you…
To stay out of my mind.
I want your gaze ripped from mine,
I want back the heart you’ve stolen
So easily, like you held the key all along.
Did you?
Maybe there’s no way for you to stay out of my life or my heart,
Maybe you’re the one I’ve been looking for.
And if I could muster the courage
To open my lips and let my feelings tumble forth,
Float to your ears on wind of a prayer.
I would, if I could,
I would tell you
Not to stay out of my heart.
Stay out of my heart,
Keep your praises locked away.
I’m just a ghost anyways
So why waste your time on me?
There's no star within reach of me,
No one for me to reach out and touch.
No one can tame me,
You certainly can’t stop me
When my mind is set on this.
But I know you can’t change the way you feel
And neither can I.
The city lights shine tonight
But they don’t shine for me,
And they’re not shining for you either.
I’ve got the needle, poised,
To sew my mouth shut
So I won’t spill promises I can never keep.
And if that won’t work I’ll lock myself away,
Somewhere you’ll never find me.
I’m afraid I’ll do something I’ll regret
And that feeling grows stronger when I’m around you.
I don’t know what you’re thinking or how you feel about this,
About me.
My thoughts are on acid,
Blazing through my mind like falling stars.
I’m torn in two, like a stream
Forking in the midst of a wood,
Like notebook paper ripped in half
When the words don’t come out right.
Feels like my throat is in a vice grip,
I can’t get the words put
To let you know I want you…
To stay out of my mind.
I want your gaze ripped from mine,
I want back the heart you’ve stolen
So easily, like you held the key all along.
Did you?
Maybe there’s no way for you to stay out of my life or my heart,
Maybe you’re the one I’ve been looking for.
And if I could muster the courage
To open my lips and let my feelings tumble forth,
Float to your ears on wind of a prayer.
I would, if I could,
I would tell you
Not to stay out of my heart.
There's Nothing Like Hate To Get You By
There's Nothing Like Hate To Get You By
Broken hearted again,
Smiling on the outside
And bleeding within.
Staring at the sky and trying to make sense,
Grit your teeth and bear it,
Put on your façade and hide behind.
Everyone has to deal with rejection
In their different ways, but which is best?
Revenge is sure fulfilling,
But not all that’s gold glitters.
And what glitters
Isn’t always beautiful.
When life’s got you up against the wall
And you’re closer to letting go
Than you ever thought you’d be,
There’s nothing like hate to get you by.
You have all the right in the world to be wrong on this,
To let anger fill your veins and pump through
Like the blood that’s regularly there.
Sometimes there’s no other option
But to hate for a while,
And when you’re done the relief will be great.
Broken hearted again,
Smiling on the outside
And bleeding within.
Staring at the sky and trying to make sense,
Grit your teeth and bear it,
Put on your façade and hide behind.
Everyone has to deal with rejection
In their different ways, but which is best?
Revenge is sure fulfilling,
But not all that’s gold glitters.
And what glitters
Isn’t always beautiful.
When life’s got you up against the wall
And you’re closer to letting go
Than you ever thought you’d be,
There’s nothing like hate to get you by.
You have all the right in the world to be wrong on this,
To let anger fill your veins and pump through
Like the blood that’s regularly there.
Sometimes there’s no other option
But to hate for a while,
And when you’re done the relief will be great.
Perfectly Unperfect
Perfectly Unperfect
She wakes up way too early,
The alarm is way too shrill.
There’s too much time in every day,
Just too much time to kill.
She’s got her hand on the doorknob,
But the screaming rises from beyond.
So she retreats into a corner,
Until the hateful words have gone.
The door flings open and the silence grows,
Only to be broken by a voice she well knows.
And as the curses spew, angry like a tidal wave,
She huddles in the darkness with the soul she cannot save.
The tears, they come unbidden,
But she silences her cries.
As the father in the doorway
Keeps on screaming out curses and lies.
When the barrage is over,
She creeps to her bathroom.
This day is turning out the same,
Just like the others, with all this gloom.
She cleans her face the best she can,
Puts on makeup to hide a bruise.
It might seem like she’s okay,
But she knows it’s all a ruse.
And so she picks out her clothes,
She’s careful to cover her scars.
There will be no questions asked,
As the rich kids drive by her in their cars.
She gets her things together,
And she rushes for the door.
But she’s not fast enough today,
So she ends up on the floor.
Caught in the middle of
One of her parent’s wars,
She crawls for the threshold
And drags herself out the door.
There’s no amount of makeup in the world,
That’ll hide the purple of her face.
She hears the jeers of her so-called friends,
Pointing and laughing at her sorry state.
At school she hides in the back,
Just another loner, another gothic freak.
She tries to look okay on the outside,
But she’s about to break.
Lunchtime brings her to the park,
She’s got a gun in hand.
The note lying on the bench is brief,
Saying she has nothing left to plan.
She wrote “To mom and dad,
I hate you both with all my heart.
I hope you can live knowing,
You drove me to my final depart.
And to all those who never
Took the time to care,
Burn in hell all of you
Cuz I know I’ll see you there.”
The gunshot disturbed some pigeons,
But otherwise no one was aware.
Her life, so perfectly unperfect,
Ended in the chilly winter air.
No one shed a tear,
In fact no one knew she was gone.
Her parents found out of course,
But their lives just had to move on.
She wakes up way too early,
The alarm is way too shrill.
There’s too much time in every day,
Just too much time to kill.
She’s got her hand on the doorknob,
But the screaming rises from beyond.
So she retreats into a corner,
Until the hateful words have gone.
The door flings open and the silence grows,
Only to be broken by a voice she well knows.
And as the curses spew, angry like a tidal wave,
She huddles in the darkness with the soul she cannot save.
The tears, they come unbidden,
But she silences her cries.
As the father in the doorway
Keeps on screaming out curses and lies.
When the barrage is over,
She creeps to her bathroom.
This day is turning out the same,
Just like the others, with all this gloom.
She cleans her face the best she can,
Puts on makeup to hide a bruise.
It might seem like she’s okay,
But she knows it’s all a ruse.
And so she picks out her clothes,
She’s careful to cover her scars.
There will be no questions asked,
As the rich kids drive by her in their cars.
She gets her things together,
And she rushes for the door.
But she’s not fast enough today,
So she ends up on the floor.
Caught in the middle of
One of her parent’s wars,
She crawls for the threshold
And drags herself out the door.
There’s no amount of makeup in the world,
That’ll hide the purple of her face.
She hears the jeers of her so-called friends,
Pointing and laughing at her sorry state.
At school she hides in the back,
Just another loner, another gothic freak.
She tries to look okay on the outside,
But she’s about to break.
Lunchtime brings her to the park,
She’s got a gun in hand.
The note lying on the bench is brief,
Saying she has nothing left to plan.
She wrote “To mom and dad,
I hate you both with all my heart.
I hope you can live knowing,
You drove me to my final depart.
And to all those who never
Took the time to care,
Burn in hell all of you
Cuz I know I’ll see you there.”
The gunshot disturbed some pigeons,
But otherwise no one was aware.
Her life, so perfectly unperfect,
Ended in the chilly winter air.
No one shed a tear,
In fact no one knew she was gone.
Her parents found out of course,
But their lives just had to move on.
Little House Covered In Ivy
Little House Covered In Ivy
Just a little dream,
Little fairytale house in the country,
Little cottage.
Just a little old oak tree,
Tire swing, tree house
With rotten planks and moldy curtains.
Just a little old brown beat-up pathway
Leading to a little blue front door.
Just a little rose garden,
Overgrown and thorny, downy petals
Littering the ground and obscuring the dirt.
Just a little window,
Whitewashed paint stripping,
Vines overgrown their trelice
Spilling down the window frame
And choking the air from within.
Just a little bedroom,
Little wicker nightstand
Disappearing under a pile of dog-eared books.
Just a little bed,
Covers thrown down, pillows strewn
Hair spilling across them as she slumbers.
Just a little girl,
Impossible to rouse
She dreams a little dream,
Of a little house covered in ivy
The way it used to be:
Whole.
Just a little dream,
Little fairytale house in the country,
Little cottage.
Just a little old oak tree,
Tire swing, tree house
With rotten planks and moldy curtains.
Just a little old brown beat-up pathway
Leading to a little blue front door.
Just a little rose garden,
Overgrown and thorny, downy petals
Littering the ground and obscuring the dirt.
Just a little window,
Whitewashed paint stripping,
Vines overgrown their trelice
Spilling down the window frame
And choking the air from within.
Just a little bedroom,
Little wicker nightstand
Disappearing under a pile of dog-eared books.
Just a little bed,
Covers thrown down, pillows strewn
Hair spilling across them as she slumbers.
Just a little girl,
Impossible to rouse
She dreams a little dream,
Of a little house covered in ivy
The way it used to be:
Whole.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
A Million Ways To Say Goodbye
A Million Ways to Say Goodbye
I guess there’s a million ways to say this to you,
But none of them come to mind right now
And there’ll be no squirming around
And getting out of it this time.
You can pull your baseball cap down as far as it’ll go
And try to pretend no one can see you under there.
But your regrets and doubts are perching on your shoulders,
And pecking away at your self esteem.
If you aren’t careful, soon there’ll be nothing left.
You can’t just wave your magic wand,
Or call on your freaking’ fairy godmother again.
She’s left the building, Elvis.
Don’t even try to tell me that you’re sorry,
Cuz that apologies so hollow I can hear it echoing
And reverberating through your lips and my ears.
I’d take it back if I could, all the words I said
And how I told you that you were my world.
Well that world’s tipped off its axis and shattered at my feet.
You’re the world’s worst liar,
Acting like I wasn’t just some trophy to show off,
Some paper doll, a flashy bauble on your sleeve.
And now you’re backpedaling faster than ever before,
Putting your mask back in place to complete the masquerade,
It’s been going on so long this place looks like Mardi Gras.
You made me feel like a princess, way back when,
Back when you and I were thick as thieves,
Before you made a fool of yourself and of me.
Now I’m tracing the footsteps back to what we used to be,
And I just keep losing my way no matter how hard I try,
The maps always lead me astray.
And there’s a million ways to say this but I can’t remember one,
So I guess I won’t say it at all.
I guess there’s a million ways to say this to you,
But none of them come to mind right now
And there’ll be no squirming around
And getting out of it this time.
You can pull your baseball cap down as far as it’ll go
And try to pretend no one can see you under there.
But your regrets and doubts are perching on your shoulders,
And pecking away at your self esteem.
If you aren’t careful, soon there’ll be nothing left.
You can’t just wave your magic wand,
Or call on your freaking’ fairy godmother again.
She’s left the building, Elvis.
Don’t even try to tell me that you’re sorry,
Cuz that apologies so hollow I can hear it echoing
And reverberating through your lips and my ears.
I’d take it back if I could, all the words I said
And how I told you that you were my world.
Well that world’s tipped off its axis and shattered at my feet.
You’re the world’s worst liar,
Acting like I wasn’t just some trophy to show off,
Some paper doll, a flashy bauble on your sleeve.
And now you’re backpedaling faster than ever before,
Putting your mask back in place to complete the masquerade,
It’s been going on so long this place looks like Mardi Gras.
You made me feel like a princess, way back when,
Back when you and I were thick as thieves,
Before you made a fool of yourself and of me.
Now I’m tracing the footsteps back to what we used to be,
And I just keep losing my way no matter how hard I try,
The maps always lead me astray.
And there’s a million ways to say this but I can’t remember one,
So I guess I won’t say it at all.
Once Upon A Time
Once Upon A Time
You found your “once upon a time”,
You found your fairy tale ending.
Mine doesn’t exist.
That’s right.
I used to believe in fairy tales,
But slowly my faith wore thin.
Over time I realized,
That my Prince Charming was never coming,
That he’d abandoned me in my times of need.
I’ve got nothing to prove my worth,
Not the tiara,
Nor the throne,
Or the white steed.
I don’t have the kiss to break the enchanted sleep,
And I certainly don’t have the magic carpet and the genie.
I never got my chance to wish upon a star,
And there aren’t any thrilling song and dance numbers in my life.
Welcome to the real fairy tale,
Welcome to my “Once upon a time”.
You found your “once upon a time”,
You found your fairy tale ending.
Mine doesn’t exist.
That’s right.
I used to believe in fairy tales,
But slowly my faith wore thin.
Over time I realized,
That my Prince Charming was never coming,
That he’d abandoned me in my times of need.
I’ve got nothing to prove my worth,
Not the tiara,
Nor the throne,
Or the white steed.
I don’t have the kiss to break the enchanted sleep,
And I certainly don’t have the magic carpet and the genie.
I never got my chance to wish upon a star,
And there aren’t any thrilling song and dance numbers in my life.
Welcome to the real fairy tale,
Welcome to my “Once upon a time”.
Yodeling from a Mountaintop
Yodeling from a Mountaintop
If I could climb to the top of Mount Everest,
And fill my lungs with that thin mountain air
But only just enough to yell it out,
That I was through with you…
Then I would risk life and limb to make it that far.
And if I could cross the Sahara Desert,
Crawling through the sand in the sticky humid heat
And make it to the last remaining water well
Just to spit in your face…
Then I would do what it takes to get me there.
If I could fill the entire Grand Canyon with my tears,
Just so that I could throw you deep into its reaches
And watch you slowly drown…
Then I would cry forever, until my eyes dried out completely.
If I could swim from here to the Artic Ocean,
And claw my way through a glacier with my bare hands
Just to get the satisfaction of watching you fall through…
Then I would rather freeze to death on the way than never try.
And if you don’t understand where I’m coming from,
And if my words seem disconnected to you,
Don’t worry about my heart it’ll be fine.
It’s you that needs to worry about my fantasies.
If I could climb to the top of Mount Everest,
And fill my lungs with that thin mountain air
But only just enough to yell it out,
That I was through with you…
Then I would risk life and limb to make it that far.
And if I could cross the Sahara Desert,
Crawling through the sand in the sticky humid heat
And make it to the last remaining water well
Just to spit in your face…
Then I would do what it takes to get me there.
If I could fill the entire Grand Canyon with my tears,
Just so that I could throw you deep into its reaches
And watch you slowly drown…
Then I would cry forever, until my eyes dried out completely.
If I could swim from here to the Artic Ocean,
And claw my way through a glacier with my bare hands
Just to get the satisfaction of watching you fall through…
Then I would rather freeze to death on the way than never try.
And if you don’t understand where I’m coming from,
And if my words seem disconnected to you,
Don’t worry about my heart it’ll be fine.
It’s you that needs to worry about my fantasies.
Underwater Basket-Weaving
Underwater Basket-Weaving
I’m drowning at the bottom of my wishing well,
A steady stream of air bubbles breaking at surface
But there’s no oxygen reaching my lungs down here.
Slow suffocation is worse than burning alive.
If I could, I’d swim to the top and pull in great gulps of air,
And swim for home as fast as my legs could push me.
Instead, I’m caught up in the shackles of your eyes,
And they pull me back down every time I start to feel some slack.
This chain of my indiscretions was my own fault to begin with,
But somewhere along the way it grew of its own accord
And ensnared you as well.
Now we’re both drowning together
And I can’t think of a better way to leave this earth
Than to go out staring into your eyes at the bottom of this well,
Our limbs slowly weaving, in and out, in and out.
I’m drowning at the bottom of my wishing well,
A steady stream of air bubbles breaking at surface
But there’s no oxygen reaching my lungs down here.
Slow suffocation is worse than burning alive.
If I could, I’d swim to the top and pull in great gulps of air,
And swim for home as fast as my legs could push me.
Instead, I’m caught up in the shackles of your eyes,
And they pull me back down every time I start to feel some slack.
This chain of my indiscretions was my own fault to begin with,
But somewhere along the way it grew of its own accord
And ensnared you as well.
Now we’re both drowning together
And I can’t think of a better way to leave this earth
Than to go out staring into your eyes at the bottom of this well,
Our limbs slowly weaving, in and out, in and out.
Silence
Silence
Of all the songs
I could ever sing,
Silence is the one.
The most known,
The most used.
But what of the words?
Are they ever written?
Does it even have an author or composer?
What of silence?
White as the snow,
Empty like a void.
Yet so calming,
Tranquil.
Serenity.
Peace.
But why silence?
Isn’t the world a better place with speaking?
Of is this fact false that I am thinking?
The best song I could ever sing
Would be more than just words.
It would be silence.
Then you can be heard.
Of all the songs
I could ever sing,
Silence is the one.
The most known,
The most used.
But what of the words?
Are they ever written?
Does it even have an author or composer?
What of silence?
White as the snow,
Empty like a void.
Yet so calming,
Tranquil.
Serenity.
Peace.
But why silence?
Isn’t the world a better place with speaking?
Of is this fact false that I am thinking?
The best song I could ever sing
Would be more than just words.
It would be silence.
Then you can be heard.
Run Away
Run Away
Remember – I was the one who pulled the trigger,
Let it linger.
You were the one who said I was wrong,
You said I was wrong,
But am I wrong?
So – run away, run away,
I’ll take the blame, I’ll take the blame.
Wash your bloody fingerprints off your hands again.
And – run away, run away,
I take the blame, I always do.
Remember – you were the one who said it was wrong,
Bt you’re covered in blood again, you.
Am I wrong, am I wrong,
We’re on the run again.
Incriminations in your mind,
We’re on the run again.
So – run away, run away,
From that empty cold jail cell.
Run away, run away,
From our decomposing guilt.
Its never wrong, its never wrong,
To wanna live, to wanna live.
But am I wrong, are you wrong,
With all the murder that we give?
Remember – I was the one who pulled the trigger,
Let it linger.
You were the one who said I was wrong,
You said I was wrong,
But am I wrong?
So – run away, run away,
I’ll take the blame, I’ll take the blame.
Wash your bloody fingerprints off your hands again.
And – run away, run away,
I take the blame, I always do.
Remember – you were the one who said it was wrong,
Bt you’re covered in blood again, you.
Am I wrong, am I wrong,
We’re on the run again.
Incriminations in your mind,
We’re on the run again.
So – run away, run away,
From that empty cold jail cell.
Run away, run away,
From our decomposing guilt.
Its never wrong, its never wrong,
To wanna live, to wanna live.
But am I wrong, are you wrong,
With all the murder that we give?
Christmas List, 2005
Christmas List, 2005
I don’t wish for perfection,
That’s one thing I’ll never achieve.
I don’t wish for wealth and money,
That’s not good enough for me.
I don’t wish for material things,
They won’t help me through.
I certainly don’t wish for love,
It’s never seen me through.
But this year at Christmas,
I wish for a few things –
No more wars,
No more fighting,
We need peace,
We need love.
I wish the world would stop the hate.
I wish for joy,
For happiness and smiles on the faces of every girl and boy.
I wish for less anger and more praise,
I wish every blue-collar worker
Would get a well-deserved raise.
I wish everyone would be loved for who they are,
And that at this time next year we’re all still alive.
This is my Christmas list, 2005.
I wish for nothing for myself,
I know that I can get by fine.
But I wish that everyone could have a life like mine.
No more AIDs,
Better healthcare,
More food for the starving and the homeless.
Less disease,
Less terrorism,
More peace talks and a lot less stress.
Less hate crimes,
Less drug dealers,
Less pregnant teens and deadbeat dads.
More family time,
More time to talk,
Less bragging about whose been had.
And I hope next year we’re all still alive,
This is my Christmas list, 2005
I don’t wish for perfection,
That’s one thing I’ll never achieve.
I don’t wish for wealth and money,
That’s not good enough for me.
I don’t wish for material things,
They won’t help me through.
I certainly don’t wish for love,
It’s never seen me through.
But this year at Christmas,
I wish for a few things –
No more wars,
No more fighting,
We need peace,
We need love.
I wish the world would stop the hate.
I wish for joy,
For happiness and smiles on the faces of every girl and boy.
I wish for less anger and more praise,
I wish every blue-collar worker
Would get a well-deserved raise.
I wish everyone would be loved for who they are,
And that at this time next year we’re all still alive.
This is my Christmas list, 2005.
I wish for nothing for myself,
I know that I can get by fine.
But I wish that everyone could have a life like mine.
No more AIDs,
Better healthcare,
More food for the starving and the homeless.
Less disease,
Less terrorism,
More peace talks and a lot less stress.
Less hate crimes,
Less drug dealers,
Less pregnant teens and deadbeat dads.
More family time,
More time to talk,
Less bragging about whose been had.
And I hope next year we’re all still alive,
This is my Christmas list, 2005
A Letter to the Girl I Used to Be (A Warning)
A Letter to the Girl I Used to Be (A Warning)
This is a letter to you,
The girl I used to be.
This is more than that, this is a warning.
You are carefree my friend,
Happy and golden and unburdened.
You have no worries,
Just fancies and ways to obtain them.
But beware, young one.
Beware backstabbing friends,
And heartbreaking boys.
Beware driving lessons and SATs,
College applications and AP tests.
Don’t be fooled by eager directors,
You won’t be the lead in any play,
Just the supporting actress always in the background.
Beware parents who, meaning well,
May ruin your life over and over again.
Beware scary movies and cell phone bills.
Most of all, watch out for well-meaning friends,
And guy friends who go too far,
And for reality shows.
Don’t let everything corrupt you, golden child.
This is a letter to you,
The girl I used to be.
This is more than that, this is a warning.
You are carefree my friend,
Happy and golden and unburdened.
You have no worries,
Just fancies and ways to obtain them.
But beware, young one.
Beware backstabbing friends,
And heartbreaking boys.
Beware driving lessons and SATs,
College applications and AP tests.
Don’t be fooled by eager directors,
You won’t be the lead in any play,
Just the supporting actress always in the background.
Beware parents who, meaning well,
May ruin your life over and over again.
Beware scary movies and cell phone bills.
Most of all, watch out for well-meaning friends,
And guy friends who go too far,
And for reality shows.
Don’t let everything corrupt you, golden child.
Existence
Existence
I watch the pendulum swing,
Towards the sounds of closing doors and whistling winds.
I close my eyes to feel the abyss,
Rushing up at me.
Warmth of sunshine, cool winter breeze,
I feel nothing.
Oblivion surrounds me,
Staring into it is like being blind.
Ticking clocks and twirling bells
Surround my thoughts,
Suffocating me.
I cannot fathom why I exist.
I watch the pendulum swing,
Towards the sounds of closing doors and whistling winds.
I close my eyes to feel the abyss,
Rushing up at me.
Warmth of sunshine, cool winter breeze,
I feel nothing.
Oblivion surrounds me,
Staring into it is like being blind.
Ticking clocks and twirling bells
Surround my thoughts,
Suffocating me.
I cannot fathom why I exist.
Visiting Maryland
Visiting Maryland
I remember golden leaves floating to the sidewalk,
Covering the cracks that we side-stepped jokingly,
Reciting the old adages.
I remember soft sweet snow falling, piling,
Fitting easily into our gloved hands,
Compacted into snowballs for our fights in the driveway.
I remember winter sunlight shining down
Through the bare branches,
Warming our hair, our faces,
As we drifted to and fro in the breeze.
I remember pumping my legs,
Pushing the swing higher and higher, staring at the sky,
Stopping only to push you so you could be as high as me.
I remember winter nights,
Cold legs curled under thick blacnkets,
Warm bodies, hearts beating together,
Reading bedtime stories and slipping out silently,
When you fell asleep.
I remember saying goodbye,
While you twirled on the gleaming wood floor,
Your tutu swirling around your bare legs,
Your face lit up with excitement as you pirouetted.
I remember you danced beautifully,
All grace and leaping and lithe limbs,
As I rushed out the door,
Waving goodbye,
To make it to the airport on time.
I remember visiting you that winter.
I remember golden leaves floating to the sidewalk,
Covering the cracks that we side-stepped jokingly,
Reciting the old adages.
I remember soft sweet snow falling, piling,
Fitting easily into our gloved hands,
Compacted into snowballs for our fights in the driveway.
I remember winter sunlight shining down
Through the bare branches,
Warming our hair, our faces,
As we drifted to and fro in the breeze.
I remember pumping my legs,
Pushing the swing higher and higher, staring at the sky,
Stopping only to push you so you could be as high as me.
I remember winter nights,
Cold legs curled under thick blacnkets,
Warm bodies, hearts beating together,
Reading bedtime stories and slipping out silently,
When you fell asleep.
I remember saying goodbye,
While you twirled on the gleaming wood floor,
Your tutu swirling around your bare legs,
Your face lit up with excitement as you pirouetted.
I remember you danced beautifully,
All grace and leaping and lithe limbs,
As I rushed out the door,
Waving goodbye,
To make it to the airport on time.
I remember visiting you that winter.
That Girl
That Girl
Who is that staring back at me out of my mirror?
She looks so strange,
With haunted eyes.
Her smile has faded into oblivion.
She looks so familiar to me,
And yet so foreign and different.
Who is this person standing before me?
I don’t know her.
Just last night I knew here.
She was beautiful,
Tousled hair and red, red lips,
Eyes sparkling with mirth.
But, no more.
Now, she is bedraggled:
Face pale and eyes red from crying.
Her soul is empty and silent.
She is rejected, unwanted,
And it shows.
It shows in the down turned corners of her lips,
In the sad tilt of her head,
The angle of her jaw line,
The shaking of her hands.
Don’t let me be that girl.
Who is that staring back at me out of my mirror?
She looks so strange,
With haunted eyes.
Her smile has faded into oblivion.
She looks so familiar to me,
And yet so foreign and different.
Who is this person standing before me?
I don’t know her.
Just last night I knew here.
She was beautiful,
Tousled hair and red, red lips,
Eyes sparkling with mirth.
But, no more.
Now, she is bedraggled:
Face pale and eyes red from crying.
Her soul is empty and silent.
She is rejected, unwanted,
And it shows.
It shows in the down turned corners of her lips,
In the sad tilt of her head,
The angle of her jaw line,
The shaking of her hands.
Don’t let me be that girl.
Alive No More
Alive No More
Here I lie,
Here I die.
Here you left me,
High and dry.
Here I stay.
Fade away.
I am gone,
You’ve gone away.
I am dead,
My soul has fled.
The thoughts are silent,
In my head.
So please just go,
I don’t wanna know.
You’ve killed my soul,
Alive, no more.
Here I lie,
Here I die.
Here you left me,
High and dry.
Here I stay.
Fade away.
I am gone,
You’ve gone away.
I am dead,
My soul has fled.
The thoughts are silent,
In my head.
So please just go,
I don’t wanna know.
You’ve killed my soul,
Alive, no more.
They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
They Were Wrong, So We Drowned
They teach us over and over,
The same old spiel from kindergarten until forever…
Raise your hand, close your mouth,
Sit down, stand up, listen to me,
Be quiet, do this, don’t do that,
You’re doing it wrong, do it this way,
This is the capital of that,
That is not correct, you have failed,
Shut your mind, don’t think for yourself,
Become a mindless drone.
It’s all too much.
What if they’re wrong?
What then?
Just because you think you know,
Doesn’t mean it’s for sure.
So we’ll drown.
They teach us over and over,
The same old spiel from kindergarten until forever…
Raise your hand, close your mouth,
Sit down, stand up, listen to me,
Be quiet, do this, don’t do that,
You’re doing it wrong, do it this way,
This is the capital of that,
That is not correct, you have failed,
Shut your mind, don’t think for yourself,
Become a mindless drone.
It’s all too much.
What if they’re wrong?
What then?
Just because you think you know,
Doesn’t mean it’s for sure.
So we’ll drown.
Inside Out
Inside Out
Emotions dance through my heart,
Like some twisted satanic ballet.
Heartache and grief,
Sadness and depression,
Blocking happiness and love
Dancing in the background like the tallest ballerinas.
I’ve shut down the music,
Shut down my mind.
They fade away.
I smile.
And fall headfirst,
Into the Rabbit Hole.
No one can save me now,
I’ve been twisted,
Inside out,
My heart on my sleeve.
All my feelings on display.
Vulnerable.
Emotions dance through my heart,
Like some twisted satanic ballet.
Heartache and grief,
Sadness and depression,
Blocking happiness and love
Dancing in the background like the tallest ballerinas.
I’ve shut down the music,
Shut down my mind.
They fade away.
I smile.
And fall headfirst,
Into the Rabbit Hole.
No one can save me now,
I’ve been twisted,
Inside out,
My heart on my sleeve.
All my feelings on display.
Vulnerable.
What We Believe In
What We Believe In
They try – to silence us.
Then wipe the blood from their hands,
Like there’s nothing wrong.
They don’t think we can make a stand
Against what’s wrong.
Hold on.
Hold on.
I will lead you through the darkness,
Through the despair.
Just let me stand beside you,
Cuz I am strong when you are here.
And we,
Need to take a stand…
For what we believe in,
What we believe in.
They try – to silence us.
Then wipe the blood from their hands,
Like there’s nothing wrong.
They don’t think we can make a stand
Against what’s wrong.
Hold on.
Hold on.
I will lead you through the darkness,
Through the despair.
Just let me stand beside you,
Cuz I am strong when you are here.
And we,
Need to take a stand…
For what we believe in,
What we believe in.
Absurd
Absurd
We hang on by a thread,
One thin web of life.
A single moment,
And it could all be gone.
Absurd, isn’t it Absurd?…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Chorus – isn’t it, isn’t it…absurd?
When you never say the right words,
And nothing comes out right.
Don’t give up, don’t give up the fight.
Learn to be stronger,
Learn to be wiser.
Life is just absurd,
Absurd.
You work so hard to get noticed,
But he doesn’t even realize it.
Your hard work,
All gone in an instant.
Absurd, isn’t it Absurd?…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus
They are cordial to your face,
Your best friends.
But they turn around
And stab you in the back.
Absurd, isn’t it? Absurd…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus
You’re told to be independent,
Look out for yourself.
But when you go too far,
You get yanked back.
Absurd, isn’t it? Absurd…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus x 2
We hang on by a thread,
One thin web of life.
A single moment,
And it could all be gone.
Absurd, isn’t it Absurd?…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Chorus – isn’t it, isn’t it…absurd?
When you never say the right words,
And nothing comes out right.
Don’t give up, don’t give up the fight.
Learn to be stronger,
Learn to be wiser.
Life is just absurd,
Absurd.
You work so hard to get noticed,
But he doesn’t even realize it.
Your hard work,
All gone in an instant.
Absurd, isn’t it Absurd?…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus
They are cordial to your face,
Your best friends.
But they turn around
And stab you in the back.
Absurd, isn’t it? Absurd…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus
You’re told to be independent,
Look out for yourself.
But when you go too far,
You get yanked back.
Absurd, isn’t it? Absurd…isn’t it, isn’t it?
Repeat Chorus x 2
Loss
Loss
Whimsical noises,
A torrent of swirling,
Streaming fury.
A string of emotions,
Lamenting the loss of ideas,
Of innocence.
Melancholy chanting,
Floating through the air,
Thick with convictions.
A young girl cries out,
Her scream truncated.
Her words are lost,
Scattered across the proximity.
All is lost.
Whimsical noises,
A torrent of swirling,
Streaming fury.
A string of emotions,
Lamenting the loss of ideas,
Of innocence.
Melancholy chanting,
Floating through the air,
Thick with convictions.
A young girl cries out,
Her scream truncated.
Her words are lost,
Scattered across the proximity.
All is lost.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Oblivion
Oblivion
Oblivion,
I imagine,
Would look as if one
Were blind.
There would simply be nothing to see,
Not even a empty space.
It would just be a never-ending sea of nothing.
It would feel like your eyes had shut forever.
I’m not sure if you could reach out and touch it,
Can you touch nothing?
Will it pull you in, suck you down,
Until you, too, are Nothing, No one?
Does it drive you slowly insane?
I imagine it would swallow you whole,
Like the slow passage of time.
Oblivion,
I imagine,
Would look as if one
Were blind.
There would simply be nothing to see,
Not even a empty space.
It would just be a never-ending sea of nothing.
It would feel like your eyes had shut forever.
I’m not sure if you could reach out and touch it,
Can you touch nothing?
Will it pull you in, suck you down,
Until you, too, are Nothing, No one?
Does it drive you slowly insane?
I imagine it would swallow you whole,
Like the slow passage of time.
Soul Song
Soul Song
I want to be remembered forever,
I want you to hold my memory close
When everything else has deserted you.
When oblivion is drawing near,
And your hope has begun to fade,
I hope you think of me fondly,
I hope you cry out and reach for me
In the darkness of the night.
I hope you can reach me with your pleas.
I hope I can hear you and reach out my hand
To pull you from the night’s iron grip.
I want you to repeat my name,
Over and over down the sad pathways of your life.
I wish you a life of despair without me,
A longing that echoes through your soul.
I hope you wish for me upon the brightest star,
Because if you do,
I will be sure to hear your soul song.
I want to be remembered forever,
I want you to hold my memory close
When everything else has deserted you.
When oblivion is drawing near,
And your hope has begun to fade,
I hope you think of me fondly,
I hope you cry out and reach for me
In the darkness of the night.
I hope you can reach me with your pleas.
I hope I can hear you and reach out my hand
To pull you from the night’s iron grip.
I want you to repeat my name,
Over and over down the sad pathways of your life.
I wish you a life of despair without me,
A longing that echoes through your soul.
I hope you wish for me upon the brightest star,
Because if you do,
I will be sure to hear your soul song.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Life's Symphony
Life's Symphony
I’ve often wondered if the world is no more
Than an abstract painting by a modern artist.
And I’ve often wondered
If my life is no more than an open book,
With tiny print and very few pictures.
Or – maybe life is like a song,
A slow, sad, melancholy ballad.
And sometimes life is just a hurricane,
A whirling storm that hits you
Over and over again, never stopping.
But one thing I believe,
Is life is always moving,
Never stopping,
With no rewind button,
No backspace.
You can never take back what you say,
Or what you do.
Life is never-ending,
Until it comes to the final curtain call,
And the symphony is done.
I’ve often wondered if the world is no more
Than an abstract painting by a modern artist.
And I’ve often wondered
If my life is no more than an open book,
With tiny print and very few pictures.
Or – maybe life is like a song,
A slow, sad, melancholy ballad.
And sometimes life is just a hurricane,
A whirling storm that hits you
Over and over again, never stopping.
But one thing I believe,
Is life is always moving,
Never stopping,
With no rewind button,
No backspace.
You can never take back what you say,
Or what you do.
Life is never-ending,
Until it comes to the final curtain call,
And the symphony is done.
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