Time is ticking and passing by
but I, I'm standing still
Everything is going too fast around me
but I, I'm standing still
There are so many ways to move forward
but there is only one way to stand still
One step forward,
but what if this step is the wrong one?
One step back
I'm standing still again
Still as always
afraid to take the wrong step
This is the first one that I wrote.
Do I push your hearts pieces around?
Or just push you away?
I say in times of stubborn spite
Always how I feel each day
Out of mind without you
Needing to get back inside
Smile halts me in my tracks
I can guess the reason its wide
I try granting your wishes
Reveal your greatest desire
Want to see your dreams come true
I then can set each one on fire
My heart is throbbing for you
In time to your pulses rhythm
I leave you in ashes
To blow away narcissism
I am on a path of destruction
Falling into a villains role
I'm sick of murdering hearts
Harshly digging hole after hole
Please save yourself from harm
Go as far as you can
Do not stop until you reach a place
With plenty space between hands
You deserve to have somebody there
Each time you need a hug
To light darkness inside you
The fears that often tug
You are more than a plaything
Why do I treat you as such?
To those watching from the outside
You are a toy within my clutch
One hand grasping your hopes and goals
The other holding confessions
Touch so cold emotions start freezing
Begin to seperate possessions
Somehow I don't feel like I once did
It's beyond understanding
We switched positions stealthily
Now in your place I am standing
Its been a long time coming
But the tables turned around
Cause one of us is going
One of us is going down
on the edge of the forest,
looking out over the cliffs
at the lights littering the skyline
stretching further beyond than she'll ever know
out, out, out into the darkness;
tiny people in tiny houses,
with such tiny lives so full of love.
she is exposed, but so very alone
that it doesn't really matter right now.
amber fur rustles gently in the evening wind,
battle scars scattered across her skin
from every wild animal that ever dared challenge her;
they dare no more.
behind her, things are moving deep within the forest
but she is happy to leave them be -
she knows they will grant her the same courtesy.
there's a cliff somewhere,
on the edge of a forest,
on the edge of the world;
heart torn and beating,
ever watchful and guarding.
nightmares in her sleep
and monsters when she wakes,
i don't know if the space i'm standing in is the right place to be standing in
i can't tell you if i'm in the right or wrong
i can't even tell you if i have a favorite song
it takes a certain kind of grit
someone special who can stick to it
to be the person who knows the space they're standing in
because i certainly don't know my place
i don't have worth
i couldn't tell you where i am
i must be drowning
i don't have a place to stand
i'm just waiting for someone to pull me to the surface and tell me
which space should i be standing in
she loves your poetry,
ok you think,
cause you just love her his-stories of her/here life,
the children, the musician, nominate her as daughter,
her poetry and her yay’s spontane-us,
we are fan fanatical
of each other
and she describes us perfectly -
“So I am an idiot standing in a sad storm of letters that are unrelenting”
ok you think,
not bad, for surely
only the most precious things in life are
I'm not standing next to you,
Because I'm busy back-stabbing you.
Thought it was sweet, might delete later...
orange bodies in the
yellow light in the afternoon
green thumbs in the garden
blue lips at night standing at the crosswalk
Sleepless I stand up when I see your photo
Nothing can make me fall asleep again here we go
Can't feel the pain even when I fall from the tree
Stand up my love take me home again, make me free
I look at people's faces, remember the talk we had
I know what's wrong with me now it's not that I am mad
Somewhere on the way I doubted my love it's too bad
Come and stand up my love take us home that's all of my fad
If stones where tears,
Then I would be a
Tombstone of sorrows.
What keeps you standing proud and tall?
What wipes the tears off of your tender face?
What makes you smile despite it all?
What is it - hope, elation, grace?
What makes you rise again after a painful fall?
What pushes - step by step - ahead?
What still outlines evasive goals?
Is it the past, all that you've had?
What warms you up among the snows?
What makes your heart a trembling bird?
What is the fire - yes, it shows -
That lights your soul up from within?
The answer is in front of me,
I need to read betwen the lines.
Both complicated and so simple, see -
It's Love, so powerful it shines!