Black Framed GlassesThe glare of the white stage lightsReflecting off your black framed glassesDisappeared for five whole seconds.I counted.5 whole seconds that you saw me andKnew that I was in the same room as you.That's all i wanted.You to know that i'm still aliveI sang alongand so did youThough i'm sure that virtually has no importance...Black hat, Black shirt with green writing andbaggy boy jeans.A typical for you isn't it...?God--I wanted to stare at you the whole timeduring the show,just to see if you would glare backI wonder if i didn't have to leave so quickly...if you would walk up to me and say that you weresick of this shit between us.Just like you told me when were arguing...that 'You planned to after "Annie"...That meant you were sick of the separationSick of not being close.But maybe I'm just staring in the face of aMirageAnd the sweet water turns to dustas i tried to walk slow steps out the door.Of course whenever I expect something to happen andI play out eve
RooftopsIve never felt so alive,InvincibleNothing could stop me,No one could judge meWhen Im on top of the worldWe are raptors, screaming at the busy,Careless, Mindless world of Below.Theyve never know a life like ours.Here, on top of the world.Where nothing can stop us,And no one can judge us.02.27.09.
I am.I am the voice that sings in falling rain.I wonder if anyone can hear my words...not just my melody...my voice.I tried to catch the moon, but she is forever dancing across the cobalt sky....I hope that my heart will return soon....I am forever skating on the wind.I pretend I can swim like a 'maid in her home, ocean blue...I feel the sun drinking my skin, warm and inviting....Never cold, never unfriendly to me...I touch the broken shards of glass, who threatens to slice my copper skin...I worry I may fall out of the crystal blue seas, when my world is turned upside down, again.I am the fading ember in her heart, hoping one day I will extinguish hers in mine completely....I understand the melancholy instrument, the Mournful Lover...who cries for it's Maker...I dream I soared across the sky, feeling the odd drop in my stomach when I let myself twist in the clouds...even when I am warm on the ground...I say to myself or more the the crying rain, "You are my tears...for I refuse
TruthDear God,I really need your help. Please be with me next wednesday....I'm really scared about going back.At first i thought i was ready, but now i'm not so sure...I'm afraid to meet Sally face to face, Taylor too...and Audrianna.I feel horrible about what I did and how it completely destroyed my life...my relationships with everyone around me.even though i really felt like i loved her...i am so confused now, Help me.also i'm scared about growing up...my dad and mom say how much i've "matured".i don't want to change...i'm scared to change.I wanna get over this...but i don't even know where to begin or what that evenmeans!I'm sick and tired of what i've become!I was jealous of Taylor.I don't want to be like this anymore!I miss my old friends, they way we used to be.with out all this freaking crap. (sorry)I want this year to be full of revelations.I want us all to be together again, new and old friends.please...i'm tired of all of this...i want to a
The Musical AnalystTake musicAnd open it up like an old bookFull of fairy talesBorrowed from a friendPush your heart next to its pot bellied stoveLet it stoke the flame of magicThat you always knewWas inside youLet it come to youLike a childWith sticky red lipsWhispering a secret against your earLet it slide like waterDown your throat--Quenching and coolingBut always leaving you with a cruel thirst for moreLet be as sly as a piperEnchanting youWith a sweet melody,Soon to be a painful memoriesSome bind shackles around its neckAnd drag it around like a dogWhen they lose interest they throw it awayThen, music loses it's meaningAnd only gains bruises from its beating.
The PenholderA wave means helloA smile means happinessA hug means goodbyeAs we long to close the gap between usNothing is everythingSimple shouldnt be this hardSo tell me why, oh why do IFeel this in my heart?I love her, I hate herMother, I cant live withoutShe thinks that she killed meWords worth more that just a shoutEclipse and light, fire and snowI wish I could float andLeave the world belowNo wings to carry mePast the times of sandNo, nothing at allBut the pen in my hand
ParadiseWind dances with the rust weather vaneSolace is dominant hereSorrow slides off the window paneEmbrace the cooling feel of rainLet it drown out all your fearsWind dances with the rusty weather vaneThis is Paradise, some may sayOthers tell tales of tearsSorrow slides off the window paneDo not falter or lose your way,or cry or ever grow weary.Wind dances with the rusty weather vaneLet every worry shrink to the size of a grainof sand. The sound of crashing waves, do you hear?Sorrow slides off the window paneSome have gone insaneWhile seeking it when they were so near...Wind dances with the rusty weather vaneSorrow slides off the window pane