I wonder how you paint me in your head?
My flaws may stick out in foreign ways.
The brush strokes more jagged or elegant
Dependent on the impression I've layed.
Did I create this imagery in your head?
My direct action to you,
Have I altered your hand to embellish in my favor?
Or is it what others have said that has Influenced your work?
And what strokes have you added since your first impression?
Has that hand since gone back and made some acute refinements?
Shading in details,
Filling out my figure,
Crossing out what was once believed
For what it is now that you see.
I wish could view your rendition of me
Perhaps it my be more real than my own
As I am t...
Your heart beats now
I hope their tune is pleasant
Like the rest.
Mine still plays softly,
Though it is carried on
By the wind
If you're trying so hard
to silence me,
Is it me
You're trying to convince?
To be the best that I can.
Why is it then,
That I'm only reminded of
I shout into the void,
And hope it listens.
Sometimes it shouts back,
And I am reassured again.
Of things I know too well,
And words I know better than to say
Why do I continue to call?
I could not say.
Were it that easy I could explain
Why I must shout in the first place
So here I sit, on the edge of the void
Sending elegant telegraphs
Hoping that the other side listens
Selfishly waiting for a response
I don't even know where to start picking up the pieces,
Fractured so small I lose them in my grip.
Maybe I'll let them go
In the hopes that someone
Will be able to undo what I did.
As I gaze out into the inky black
Of a warm and humid summer month,
With lamplight to guide my eyes.
What if I came back?
Could I erase
The days of ache that comfort
You on brisk wintery seasons past,
The past etched in vividly,
Not some bygone to be tossed
Gently from the window,
Again and again until what little
Blows softly from that eloquent grasp.
What if I came back?
Would the stone eyes that wept
Though I never saw them weeping
Dry up in this desert sun
From thoughts once kept
Declaring that I'm here to stay
Though who's to garuntee
Me after all the work you've done,
To relinquish thoughts from an iron grip.
Standing in the entry way of the diner that just opened on the corner.
He could spot that blond hair from a mile away, even though it had been bleached since he last saw her.
When had he last seen her?
Darting behind a pole and grabbing a menu, as to cover his existence in her realm.
It was crowded on that late Monday morning. She was much to preoccupied to take notice of him. But just to be safe.
'I have to leave' repeating round and round his head.
"Can you order for me?" He whispered to his friend, failing to conceal the waver in his voice.
"Sure. Why though?" She replied in understandable confusion.
"Theres someone working here who isn't on talking terms ...
Take a look, see
It’s not better now and never was
What it could be
It’s long gone since you headed out the door
And you’re still trying out there
Looking for a place to write you name
And I can’t stand to see you
Every several months when you’re away
I know you think about it
Every week or so when you’re alone
It creeps in like a fade picture
Or a call on the telephone
And I can’t reach you now,
But then again I never really could
And what would I say to you
To make you change your mind?
That we are just Gentle Giants
Drifting through the world alone
And we are just helpless humans
Trying to find a place called home
And who do you think you are?
Who do you think...
From the top of St. Helens
You could hear her calling
From forty miles away
She lost her lover
He was caught in her, longing
When she blew her mind
He was singing
This is it, oh this it is
This is it, oh this is it
All the way to St. Peters
You could see her coming
With tears stained in her eyes
And landslides racing
As ash filled up the sky
And I was singing
This is it, oh this is it
This is it, oh this is it
He was never found again
She’s been searching ever since
Though the lives that he saved
He was trying to warn us all
I’ve been trying ...
My skin is warm from the summer heat
I haven’t felt this good in weeks
Oh no, It’s been too long
I find comfort in my friends homes
They have something I lost in my own
It’s been lost for too long
Filling in the void with a stranger's kiss
Sacrificing happiness for loneliness
No more, It's been too long
Been losing pieces of myself every day
And it’s been this way
For too long
Apologies for that glance I gave
It was far too long to be just friendly
I didn’t mean to lock eyes with you
And sorry about that grin I made
I do that sometimes when I’m nervous
Now I just want to disappear again
Can I just take back what I said
It sounded clearer in my head
Don’t mind me overthinking things
I can’t help myself
For sneaking looks in your direction
And listening earnestly
When you speak with such conviction
Oh what am I to do
I’m hiding my intentions
I just want to know
That you know I notice you
Do you still think about what happened
Because I know I do
No, you're just talking with your friends
And you'll forget about me soon
I've been trying to sing lullabys
To help myself sleep at night
But I can't seem to sleep at all
My eyes trace shadows dancing on the wall
So take me up to the stars
Becauee I'm in love with tonight
You never opened your heart
I've never been inside
These florescent lights hurt my eyes
So turn them off tonight
I see your face in the sky
But you've never let me cross your mind
I've been working on reckless opinions
I've been waking up every night
I've been wrestling with inner demons
I've been trying to see through the light
I've been holding onto my false idols
She's been holding me by my side
It won't be too long till she notices
I've been wasting her precious time
But lord, she knows I got no answers
I cannot confess to my crimes
I know I've been living life a sinner
I've been trying to change what's mine
I've been sailing through troubled waters
She's been turning them into wine
She's been waiting here for her savior
But I won't ever be the saving kind
She won't ever forget me
She won't ever forgive me
She leap off of the edge, out of sight
But No one could find where she went
When she hit the ground
But she couldn't be found
After that night
I know you'll worry about me
But I'll be fine one day just wait and see
I had to go and leave without you
But when I come back you'll be ready too
I take too many pills
To fix my broken life,
And still I find I
Can't seem to sleep at night.
Can you help me?
Is there anything that's wrong
Is there something I can't see?
I'm waking up from this daydream.
As people flock to discount prices
At their shopping malls,
I wonder if they ever want to
fill the void at all.
Oh can it be?
The only way to save ourselves
Is finding something to believe.
Oh can it be?
The one thing you desire
Will set you free.
There are birds flying over
And church bells pounding in my ears
Oh help me dear
The formal attire offsets
The smell of death in the air
And I'm still waiting on a prayer
Give me anything to cope
Before I lose my damn mind
Because all I'm left with now
Are thoughts of you
When the preacher rose to speak
The voices quieted down to listen
He spoke of triumphs and memories
Then sat down and left us with silence
But I never heard a word
Too lost in thought to listen
And when I carried your ashes home
All I was left with was silence
I hope you find something worth looking for
Although you won't find me
And when you find yourself again
Wait for me until I'm ready
For the end
How can we be saved if our desparate cries for help are seen as selfish yells for attention?
We are lost among the thoughts of others -- alone and forgotten.
I have scars on my soul from where life tried to kill me.
I am proud of these scars, for they show that I was stronger than whatever tried to do me in.
When I looked into your eyes, it wasn't simply a look -- I fell into them. They were so wide and so deep I was worried I wouldn't be able to pull myself out of them. Everything melted out of focus, and it was just me and you. The entire universe held its breath for those eyes.
And just like that the moment ended. The Universe exhaled, and with it, my eyes freed. But I would give them up again in a heartbeat.
Let people give you new experiences, but not new lives.
If you don't know the difference, you should first find yourself.
For no one should be so important that they change your core.
And if you don't know yourself, being someone else won't help.
It should be a crime to describe a sunset.
As if words could quantify how we see ourselves-- our hopes, our dreams.
A fool asks why the English language has over one million words, while others have a mere few hundred thousand.
We discover new ones daily, in an earnest effort to express ourselves-- our hopes, our dreams.
But we will never be able to describe a sunset.
And yet, we still try.
It's positively ridiculous for you to come to my mind.
You've forgotten of me months ago.
And yet, I do.
Be better than the potential everyone already assumes you have.
If every ounce of you isn't consumed by ambition and drive, you'll be buried under the weight of those who tried harder than you, did more than you. Those who were there without a question when you were away with a million of your own.
Screw potential. Be offended by the very mention of it in your direction. You are better than the potential.
So prove it
They say the best way to influence someone is to get them to do something for you.
I say the better way is to get them to do something with you.
Some people just don't know how to stop.
The me kind of people, who think games
are simply that until it's not.
Digging and prodding behind our barriers of secrets and half truths.
Tell you the truth, why? There's nothing to gain. We take all your truths from sunshine to rain.
The rain of masterfully held back tears that you can conceal not quite well enough with shivers and blinks of your welled blue eyes.
With all this want for what's behind that stubborn forehead and inside that beautiful mind
We forget that what's helpful for us is hurtful to your kind.
We wouldn't know the word.
How could we when when the kindness you need is not the one we supply.
Not when we don't stop.