By the old oak tree
I buried it there
Pieces of you
Pieces of me
When the water touched my toes
I threw it out to sea
What was left of you
What was left of me
The warm breeze against my skin
Brought it all back to me
I am never without you
I write...
When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud.
When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words.
I WRITE BECAUSE I KNOW NO OTHER WAY
Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for truth. ~Benjamin Disraeli
So here's my truth in its rawest form....
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Home
I can't find it
This place that seems to exist for everyone
Except me anyway
I thought I was there once
It felt
like home
But like most pretty things, those memories
faded
I can barely recall now
Was I ever there?
Do I just see illusions?
Sometimes I think that’s enough
And then the picture becomes more and more washed out
Frayed at the ends
And it can hold me no longer
I need this place to call my own
Where I hear laughter
Where I'm not afraid
Or alone
(I hate that the most I think)
I need reason to believe that I'm on my
way
Perhaps it’s just around the corner?
I hope at least... There's always hope
right?
Maybe I just want to be missed when I’m
gone
Have a careful eye on the horizon
A place to come back to
No matter how long I’m away
With someone waiting for me
Who’s thinking of me tonight?
And am I home to him?
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
The confines of fear
Running away
is easier
Leaves a
different mess
I can’t fake
smiles anymore
It gets old
quick
And wears on
my soul
This air is
thick
I feel it
pushing on me
But the wind
racing through the window chases it away
The speed
surpasses all the things that eat away at me
Just the
sound of Indie Rock
And the
thoughts in my head
That fade slowly
Until I silence
them away
Maybe if I
pretend they don’t exist they’ll really be gone…
Even for a
minute
I need some
solace
Nope, that
didn’t work
Just focus
on the road
And the trees
whizzing by
I don’t want
to be here anymore
I’m tired of
being scared
Of myself
Of others
Of being trapped
Of my soul’s hunger
I need to
break free from these confines of fear
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Addiction
I’m addicted to him
Not in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual way
I’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is around
Not in an obsessive way, or even in a sexual way
I’m addicted to the way all my problems and anxiety seem to fade away when he is around
I can be having a total meltdown
And when he grabs my hand
I’m relaxed
He’s my medicine
And when he grabs my hand
I’m relaxed
He’s my medicine
(Who am I kidding? He’s my drug)
He saves me from myself
Not every secret is bad
He saves me from myself
Not every secret is bad
Thursday, May 23, 2013
He is more myself than I am
I'll go back on the things I believe
Abandon all common sense and logical thought
I'll hush the quiet voices
Drown them out with a soft melody
The rushing and spinning around me slows
Because when I'm standing there with you I don't hear all the noise
Just the sound of the rain
Even my laughter is foreign to me
Maybe you bring out the real me
I like her
She gives freely and dances in the rain
Jumps in fountains and sings on the top of her lungs
I'm only her with you
And when you're gone the blurry fog returns
And the streaks of dizzy returns
And so my day just goes on
I already miss the freedom you gave me
You'll be a hard act to follow, sir
Abandon all common sense and logical thought
I'll hush the quiet voices
Drown them out with a soft melody
The rushing and spinning around me slows
Because when I'm standing there with you I don't hear all the noise
Just the sound of the rain
Even my laughter is foreign to me
Maybe you bring out the real me
I like her
She gives freely and dances in the rain
Jumps in fountains and sings on the top of her lungs
I'm only her with you
And when you're gone the blurry fog returns
And the streaks of dizzy returns
And so my day just goes on
I already miss the freedom you gave me
You'll be a hard act to follow, sir
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Battle
There is a rage hidden deep within
Taunted and tempted
Held at bay too long
Blood boiling and shaking palms called to it
No reversal plan in place
Let the flood gates open
And wait for the destruction
The quiet girl is gone
Not an ounce of meekness remains
I'm ready to play your game
I didn't realize we already were
It's been seven years
But I finally showed up
And I brought some friends
Don't forget you invited me
You say I've ruined you life?
I haven't begun to ruin your life
Let the games begin
Taunted and tempted
Held at bay too long
Blood boiling and shaking palms called to it
No reversal plan in place
Let the flood gates open
And wait for the destruction
The quiet girl is gone
Not an ounce of meekness remains
I'm ready to play your game
I didn't realize we already were
It's been seven years
But I finally showed up
And I brought some friends
Don't forget you invited me
You say I've ruined you life?
I haven't begun to ruin your life
Let the games begin
Monday, March 25, 2013
Who is that?
I'm not who I was
I haven't seen me in a while
There's a pretty girl in that mirror
I can't remember when I stopped being her
Or maybe she, me
She's trapped in a rectangle
With bad lighting no less
I see her window shopping
Or watching the trees rush by
Quiet, observing
Raised eye brows and squinting eyes
A ripple in the water and she's gone
Day by day I didn't notice the change
But suddenly it stops feeling normal
Suddenly I'm just not me
And she's just as confused
Our synchronized dance in time
I kind of want to smack that smirk off her face
I haven't seen me in a while
There's a pretty girl in that mirror
I can't remember when I stopped being her
Or maybe she, me
She's trapped in a rectangle
With bad lighting no less
I see her window shopping
Or watching the trees rush by
Quiet, observing
Raised eye brows and squinting eyes
A ripple in the water and she's gone
Day by day I didn't notice the change
But suddenly it stops feeling normal
Suddenly I'm just not me
And she's just as confused
Our synchronized dance in time
I kind of want to smack that smirk off her face
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