The funny thing is,
No matter how hard I fall
I miss your cold touch
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC
Consider your heart
I wish you could understand
How trapped we all are
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
Find the words to speak
Breathe in, fill your lungs with fuel
Exhale, breathe out flames
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
Love is drowning me
Down, I spiral to the floor
Immersed in your arms
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 1:46 AM UTC
Time is a fickle thing
and though it may bring
something like happiness
it's not something of which I sing
Time, fading fast
slipping down the drain, doesn't last
for long, better keep it
before it's past
And though it doesn't last for long
Time still remains in the heart
And as I write this song
I hope it speaks to yours
Time isn't forever
and even the most wise and clever
cannot find a way to slow it down -
No, it will never be
And though it's almost gone
Time still remains in the heart
And as the streetlights glow
I hope it speaks to yours
Don't forget that precious time
Don't forget that all-too precious time
That passed over you and I
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 4:49 PM UTC
These pages creak with old, forgotten memories.
Memories of times past
Vague, wispy in recognition
some so mentally far away
I must reach, stretch way out
past my comfort zone
just to tap them with my fingertips
But - - -
What is my comfort zone?
Definitely not this house.
Where failure and guilt follow
like dutiful yet annoying dogs
No, I'm definitely not comfortable here.
Not my school, either.
School, where morons manage
better grades than I;
where sinking in depression
is taboo, more than sleeping around
comfort does not lie there, either.
Not even in my own self any longer
does comfort rest
my mind swirls
with doubt, cloudy thoughts, recklessness
all crammed much too tight
for comfort to be at home there.
So... if I can't figure out my comfort zone...
will I be without rest forever?
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
The scent of her perfume wafting through the halls
His eyes frantically search for a glimpse of her beauty
Both their hands cold to the touch
Unable to hear for the distance between them
She glides through corridors, a spectre in the shadows
Her green eyes shining like a brilliant gem on dark fabric
The sound of her heels a gavel pounding on a marble floor
Gunmetal gray dress fluttering with butterfly wings
His mind unravels, strings of consciousness out the door
Her ugliness was overwhelming; he couldn't have her
Chasing endlessly after a shimmering butterfly through a labyrinth
Wham! He falls flat on his face.
A ghost in the night, she hovers through the paths of his mind
Gems on black cloth, her emerald eyes dance in front of him
Forever out of reach, forever too swift to catch
Left to rot in the hot glare of her brilliance
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 6:43 PM UTC
What if Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
Never woke up?
Prince Charming was detained;
the dwarfs and fairies ran out of ideas
Hope disappeared at the first bite and *****
What if Cinderella's shoe never fit?
Swollen bunions or a twisted ankle
hindered the sparkling slipper
the Prince went away discouraged
And Cinderella was stuck, forever in the cinders
Happily Ever After.
What every little girl wants.
A fairy tale ending, with stars in the sky
the credits start to roll, leaving you with a smile
Pleasant dreams, dancing princesses in your mind
I hate to burst your bubble, but -
Some nights, princesses just don't feel like dancing.
Sometimes, they'd rather stay at home
spend the night alone at once,
the weight of their world on their shoulders
Princes can cause more stress than joy
Evil stepmothers never really disappear
Most mirrors won't tell you what you want to hear
leaving most of us girls disillusioned and dazed
in that moment we discover we're living
a Happily Never After.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC