The Spark that Lights the Fire
Written for my music/English teacher.
I’ve had so many teachers,
that opened up my eyes.
They taught me to go further,
to reach out for the skies.
From each I learned some greatness,
Ethics, mathematics, and more.
But one taught me self-value,
and this helped my dreams to soar.
She taught me how to love myself,
she taught me how to play.
Whether it be through writing,
or in band class each day.
She gives so much up for me,
she loves to see me grow.
But about her own greatness,
I’d like to let her know.
Her smile is like clover honey,
so refreshing and sweet.
Her musicality is passionate,
it’s as if she breathes the beat.
Her perseverance inspires me,
She gracefully pushes us to the top,
She loves to share the joy of music,
And in that she shouldn’t stop.
I guess what I am trying to say,
Is we’ve encountered both joy and strife.
I cherish the times we’ve grown together,
Your teaching has touched my life.
* * *
that opened up my eyes.
They taught me to go further,
to reach out for the skies.
From each I learned some greatness,
Ethics, mathematics, and more.
But one taught me self-value,
and this helped my dreams to soar.
She taught me how to love myself,
she taught me how to play.
Whether it be through writing,
or in band class each day.
She gives so much up for me,
she loves to see me grow.
But about her own greatness,
I’d like to let her know.
Her smile is like clover honey,
so refreshing and sweet.
Her musicality is passionate,
it’s as if she breathes the beat.
Her perseverance inspires me,
She gracefully pushes us to the top,
She loves to share the joy of music,
And in that she shouldn’t stop.
I guess what I am trying to say,
Is we’ve encountered both joy and strife.
I cherish the times we’ve grown together,
Your teaching has touched my life.
* * *
Where Are You, Mom?
_
Where are you, mom?
You just brought me to life.
Just moments ago,
after hours of struggle and strife.
Where are you, mom?
Come back for me.
I want your warm embrace,
and your face to finally see.
Where are you, mom?
Who is this girl,
she’s taken me away
she has my head a-swirl.
Where are you, mom?
Did I do you wrong?
As I take my first rest,
I miss your sweet song.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Where are you, mom?
After eighteen long years;
I’ve become too numb,
I have no more tears.
Where are you, mom?
I got my first car.
I had sex with my boyfriend;
‘cause he called me his star.
Where are you, mom?
I don’t know what to do.
I’m about to have a baby,
I’ll be just like you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Where are you, mom?
I can’t remember the date.
I am waiting for the bus,
but I think I am late.
Where are you, mom?
Was your heart made of stone?
Here I lay dying,
Like always: alone.
Where are you, mom?
You just brought me to life.
Just moments ago,
after hours of struggle and strife.
Where are you, mom?
Come back for me.
I want your warm embrace,
and your face to finally see.
Where are you, mom?
Who is this girl,
she’s taken me away
she has my head a-swirl.
Where are you, mom?
Did I do you wrong?
As I take my first rest,
I miss your sweet song.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Where are you, mom?
After eighteen long years;
I’ve become too numb,
I have no more tears.
Where are you, mom?
I got my first car.
I had sex with my boyfriend;
‘cause he called me his star.
Where are you, mom?
I don’t know what to do.
I’m about to have a baby,
I’ll be just like you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Where are you, mom?
I can’t remember the date.
I am waiting for the bus,
but I think I am late.
Where are you, mom?
Was your heart made of stone?
Here I lay dying,
Like always: alone.
Lost and Found
I once found a penny
bottoms up on the ground.
I examined my copper treasure,
to see what I had found.
The head was scratched and crusted
the color was a dirty brown.
I looked at the faded tails,
then flipped it upside down.
I placed it on the sidewalk,
looking towards the sky.
I thought of the lucky face,
of a happy passer-by.
Then I walked on past it,
trudging in grass and muck;
A grin spread my solemn face:
I had just made someone’s luck.
There’s something I’ve come to realize,
So let me tell it so.
You are just like that penny,
I found moments ago.
But you are something different,
A treasure only I could see.
You were heads up first,
you were meant for me.
bottoms up on the ground.
I examined my copper treasure,
to see what I had found.
The head was scratched and crusted
the color was a dirty brown.
I looked at the faded tails,
then flipped it upside down.
I placed it on the sidewalk,
looking towards the sky.
I thought of the lucky face,
of a happy passer-by.
Then I walked on past it,
trudging in grass and muck;
A grin spread my solemn face:
I had just made someone’s luck.
There’s something I’ve come to realize,
So let me tell it so.
You are just like that penny,
I found moments ago.
But you are something different,
A treasure only I could see.
You were heads up first,
you were meant for me.
Dependency
It makes your stomach
churn(like sweet cream, the
butter, yellow like the sun)
it is the distasteful reliance,
i lean on a shoulder (not the flesh
of my own crimson gel)
a fish, I am. Flopping
helplessly –on the cheap,
plastic linoleum.
he reeks of formaldehyde
preservation(that in which I realize I
rely solely on his frame)-he,
deep. dark.
An ocean tide, sweeping, pulling me
away
(I rest my
heart's condition
in his calloused hands.
Master of the shiny,
golden
brass.)
ripped away, was I
a small delicate infant(reaching
for my mother's swollen breast)-
separation lead to this.
All you know of this
is all you need know of this.
An empty cup (fraying
heartstrings)
Need!
this I shake and tremble(a
rumble of my boiling blood
beneath my dirt crusted nail,)
Walking a road i saw
him trot(briefcase of his golden
tool, clenched tightly in his fists) I
feel the emptiness of his
hand, no longer intertwined
in mine(my hand feels empty
and cold.)
He
whistles from his chaffed lips,
a song--
(now you know my secret fear,
I warn you now, no pain is worse
then falling in this pit) and coming
out alone.
churn(like sweet cream, the
butter, yellow like the sun)
it is the distasteful reliance,
i lean on a shoulder (not the flesh
of my own crimson gel)
a fish, I am. Flopping
helplessly –on the cheap,
plastic linoleum.
he reeks of formaldehyde
preservation(that in which I realize I
rely solely on his frame)-he,
deep. dark.
An ocean tide, sweeping, pulling me
away
(I rest my
heart's condition
in his calloused hands.
Master of the shiny,
golden
brass.)
ripped away, was I
a small delicate infant(reaching
for my mother's swollen breast)-
separation lead to this.
All you know of this
is all you need know of this.
An empty cup (fraying
heartstrings)
Need!
this I shake and tremble(a
rumble of my boiling blood
beneath my dirt crusted nail,)
Walking a road i saw
him trot(briefcase of his golden
tool, clenched tightly in his fists) I
feel the emptiness of his
hand, no longer intertwined
in mine(my hand feels empty
and cold.)
He
whistles from his chaffed lips,
a song--
(now you know my secret fear,
I warn you now, no pain is worse
then falling in this pit) and coming
out alone.
Little Brown Pill
I rest a few of you
on my dry,
crusted tongue.
Sip some water.
Glug, glug.
I take some more,
swallow hard.
I feel you,
traveling through
my veins,
like a speedway.
First one to my
kidneys,
wins.
I rely on you,
to take it all away.
You start to slow
me down.
I feel tired.
Woozy.
I sit in the
frostbitten grass.
Fingers numb.
Lips blue.
Cheeks chaffed
from the icy wind.
I start to tip over.
Keep my balance.
I reach for more of you,
but the water is gone.
The river beckons me
to replenish my
lack of your aid.
But I cannot move.
I’m stuck.
My breath trembles.
Have you come?
Come to sweep me
away.
Suddenly,
I am frightened.
I worry.
Where will I go?
My eyes start to shut.
Slumber calls me
and my eyelids close
and reopen slowly.
Still,
nothing.
I am bumping along.
Eyes scan
around me.
People.
Smiles--smiles?
Needles.
Blood in a tube.
Questions.
Thousands of questions.
Oxygen,
discomfort.
I’m alive.
You gave me
a second chance,
little brown pill.
What if you
weren’t so generous?
on my dry,
crusted tongue.
Sip some water.
Glug, glug.
I take some more,
swallow hard.
I feel you,
traveling through
my veins,
like a speedway.
First one to my
kidneys,
wins.
I rely on you,
to take it all away.
You start to slow
me down.
I feel tired.
Woozy.
I sit in the
frostbitten grass.
Fingers numb.
Lips blue.
Cheeks chaffed
from the icy wind.
I start to tip over.
Keep my balance.
I reach for more of you,
but the water is gone.
The river beckons me
to replenish my
lack of your aid.
But I cannot move.
I’m stuck.
My breath trembles.
Have you come?
Come to sweep me
away.
Suddenly,
I am frightened.
I worry.
Where will I go?
My eyes start to shut.
Slumber calls me
and my eyelids close
and reopen slowly.
Still,
nothing.
I am bumping along.
Eyes scan
around me.
People.
Smiles--smiles?
Needles.
Blood in a tube.
Questions.
Thousands of questions.
Oxygen,
discomfort.
I’m alive.
You gave me
a second chance,
little brown pill.
What if you
weren’t so generous?
Satisfaction
You urge for some
satisfaction (your own
desires take precedence.)
You ache for such
solitude. (a sour purple grape
drips and stains its aging
brothers.)
You long for a glimpse
of revival (a broken heart
sewed and stitched like
the rip in your years old
denim.)
You don’t allow yourself
to receive. (abundance,
love, or all that man holds
dear.)
You push away the pleas
of one brown eyed other (she
in which your dreams
took flight.)
So hold fast to
the brittle bars (inside
your cage; keeping out
all discomfort.)
For one day,
they’ll be all that
remains(besides
the dirt crusted in
the sole of your shoe,
from a winter’s hike
not too long ago.)
satisfaction (your own
desires take precedence.)
You ache for such
solitude. (a sour purple grape
drips and stains its aging
brothers.)
You long for a glimpse
of revival (a broken heart
sewed and stitched like
the rip in your years old
denim.)
You don’t allow yourself
to receive. (abundance,
love, or all that man holds
dear.)
You push away the pleas
of one brown eyed other (she
in which your dreams
took flight.)
So hold fast to
the brittle bars (inside
your cage; keeping out
all discomfort.)
For one day,
they’ll be all that
remains(besides
the dirt crusted in
the sole of your shoe,
from a winter’s hike
not too long ago.)
Gone (a triolet)
You were woven delicately in my womb,
stitched and constructed in me.
But now I am your everlasting tomb,
my life delving into the depths of gloom.
I housed you until your avoidable doom.
I could have given you the eyes to see,
You were woven delicately in my womb,
stitched and constructed in me.
stitched and constructed in me.
But now I am your everlasting tomb,
my life delving into the depths of gloom.
I housed you until your avoidable doom.
I could have given you the eyes to see,
You were woven delicately in my womb,
stitched and constructed in me.
First Kiss (a triolet)
Lingering in the air,
I can taste your savory fear.
Lips have never been a pair,
You push a strand of auburn hair.
I catch anxiousness in your stare.
With a press so warm and dear,
Lingering in the air,
I can taste your savory fear.
I can taste your savory fear.
Lips have never been a pair,
You push a strand of auburn hair.
I catch anxiousness in your stare.
With a press so warm and dear,
Lingering in the air,
I can taste your savory fear.
Longing (a ballad)
I long to see your sapphire eyes,
sparkling in the sunlight.
I long to make you smile again,
and make your dreams take flight.
I long to hold your heart once more,
and be the only one.
I long to make you feel the way,
You feel when you’re undone.
sparkling in the sunlight.
I long to make you smile again,
and make your dreams take flight.
I long to hold your heart once more,
and be the only one.
I long to make you feel the way,
You feel when you’re undone.
Growing Up
I woke up today
And opened my eyes.
I saw your picture,
You look so new.
It became blurred;
your skin faded
from view.
Just like all
those memories.
I woke up today
and looked into the mirror.
I watched my eyelids droop;
my skin became freckly,
wrinkly,
and aging.
I woke up today
and walked down the street.
With each step,
I felt my body shrink.
Cave in around me.
With each step,
I began to wobble;
founder.
I woke up today
and thought of you.
You flashed before
my newly decrepit eyes.
I gathered the memories,
as many as I could.
They were floating
away from me.
I struggle to remember
but they have
vanished
I woke up today,
and realized
you are really gone.
I turned the knobs
and dials
lining my temples,
and I hit the little
black button.
Reset.
I woke up today,
and thought of--
something.
Someone.
You are no longer
there.
I woke up today,
and became
a woman.
I woke up today,
and thought
of
me.
And opened my eyes.
I saw your picture,
You look so new.
It became blurred;
your skin faded
from view.
Just like all
those memories.
I woke up today
and looked into the mirror.
I watched my eyelids droop;
my skin became freckly,
wrinkly,
and aging.
I woke up today
and walked down the street.
With each step,
I felt my body shrink.
Cave in around me.
With each step,
I began to wobble;
founder.
I woke up today
and thought of you.
You flashed before
my newly decrepit eyes.
I gathered the memories,
as many as I could.
They were floating
away from me.
I struggle to remember
but they have
vanished
I woke up today,
and realized
you are really gone.
I turned the knobs
and dials
lining my temples,
and I hit the little
black button.
Reset.
I woke up today,
and thought of--
something.
Someone.
You are no longer
there.
I woke up today,
and became
a woman.
I woke up today,
and thought
of
me.
Goddess
How can I bathe in the light of the sun,
When all you offer me is night?
How can I stand confident and strong,
When nothing about me seems right?
How beautiful can I actually be,
If my emotions are just “too much?”
How can I just stand firm by your side
When I’m pained by the warmth of your touch?
Crimson are my lips,
My heart is not that of gold,
My eyes are sad and droopy,
A new person I must mold.
A person that will have a heart,
One without a hole.
A person full of grace and pride,
Without a blackened soul.
With anguish I belt the pleading song,
This one shall do me well.
As I scream with mercury in my blood,
From the sickness they shouldn’t sell.
The bursting thermometer 106 temp,
And the silver coats my mouth.
Along with the other birds in the sky,
My spirit is soaring south.
So as I wait to get into the heavens,
I reflect on my lived life.
The one I could of lived for more,
Success I didn’t strife.
After toil and disappointment,
Hate, love, and lust.
I must see my meaning,
This last goal is a must.
No matter my hopes
For beauty or love,
I’ll never be beautiful,
Not even here, up above.
When all you offer me is night?
How can I stand confident and strong,
When nothing about me seems right?
How beautiful can I actually be,
If my emotions are just “too much?”
How can I just stand firm by your side
When I’m pained by the warmth of your touch?
Crimson are my lips,
My heart is not that of gold,
My eyes are sad and droopy,
A new person I must mold.
A person that will have a heart,
One without a hole.
A person full of grace and pride,
Without a blackened soul.
With anguish I belt the pleading song,
This one shall do me well.
As I scream with mercury in my blood,
From the sickness they shouldn’t sell.
The bursting thermometer 106 temp,
And the silver coats my mouth.
Along with the other birds in the sky,
My spirit is soaring south.
So as I wait to get into the heavens,
I reflect on my lived life.
The one I could of lived for more,
Success I didn’t strife.
After toil and disappointment,
Hate, love, and lust.
I must see my meaning,
This last goal is a must.
No matter my hopes
For beauty or love,
I’ll never be beautiful,
Not even here, up above.
Mission Statement
Songs have a habit of overcoming you,
Filling you up or tearing you down,
Memories etched in your head,
Triggered by simple things like around town.
The most precious things in life
Are gone in a flash.
The things I thought would always be the same,
At my heart took a slash.
My mind might seem fuzzy,
And my hands as cold as ice.
But I know who I am,
Every detail precise.
The memories may drag me along,
Every step may be a chance.
But I know life is still a gift,
A reason to sing and dance.
So I tilt my chin to the sky,
And I always think your name.
But your smile is a curse,
Making me want things the same.
Same as before,
Same as new.
But my days have passed,
New things, in store for you.
Every step you may take,
Every fall you embrace…
I’ll be by your side,
Always running that race.
The race to be the best,
The race to be enough.
But perfection’s not in my nature,
Not with the beauty stuff.
So glance and the sky,
And enjoy the weather.
Read the sloppy words
Written in this journal of leather.
So make haste to accomplish
All those dreams you knew.
Because in the end,
I’ll always be here for you.
So get done what needs to be done,
And live a life so full.
You have many years to go,
Till death rings its toll.
Be thankful in ever day,
And sing at the top of your lungs.
Because a song of beauty
Is sang in many tongues.
So open your beautiful green eyes,
And question why the sky is blue.
For me the sky is blue instead of gray,
And that’s all because of you.
Filling you up or tearing you down,
Memories etched in your head,
Triggered by simple things like around town.
The most precious things in life
Are gone in a flash.
The things I thought would always be the same,
At my heart took a slash.
My mind might seem fuzzy,
And my hands as cold as ice.
But I know who I am,
Every detail precise.
The memories may drag me along,
Every step may be a chance.
But I know life is still a gift,
A reason to sing and dance.
So I tilt my chin to the sky,
And I always think your name.
But your smile is a curse,
Making me want things the same.
Same as before,
Same as new.
But my days have passed,
New things, in store for you.
Every step you may take,
Every fall you embrace…
I’ll be by your side,
Always running that race.
The race to be the best,
The race to be enough.
But perfection’s not in my nature,
Not with the beauty stuff.
So glance and the sky,
And enjoy the weather.
Read the sloppy words
Written in this journal of leather.
So make haste to accomplish
All those dreams you knew.
Because in the end,
I’ll always be here for you.
So get done what needs to be done,
And live a life so full.
You have many years to go,
Till death rings its toll.
Be thankful in ever day,
And sing at the top of your lungs.
Because a song of beauty
Is sang in many tongues.
So open your beautiful green eyes,
And question why the sky is blue.
For me the sky is blue instead of gray,
And that’s all because of you.
The Love Letter
My pale hand brushes back against the surface of the paper,
White as snow.
Taking the pen in my trembling fingers,
I gently dip the point into the ink.
I do so ever so subtly,
That you can see the liquid ripple against the sides of the dish,
Like a hurricane trying to escape it’s barriers.
Silently.
I let the thoughts flow through my mind.
So many emotions,
So many thoughts.
So little paper,
So little ink,
And so little time.
I begin to scratch the words slowly onto the top of the paper,
Right of the overly visible margin.
Then I just let it escape.
The words seep out of me like water.
The words are love.
I am love.
The words rebirth into life.
They take flight off the paper.
Tumbling in currents,
Rhythmically.
My head leans swiftly from side to side,
From front to back,
As I try to get a glimpse of my confessions.
The true confessions.
The ones of love
And beauty.
Glancing at them ever so quickly,
I vaguely notice a melody in my head.
It has almost disappeared from my thoughts,
From my ears.
I focus hard.
I try to grasp it
While I chase after it.
The melody swiftly crawling up the walls,
Note
By
Note.
Desperately trying to reach
The atmosphere of love.
Where my thoughts sink into oblivion.
Where it can easily escape from me,
And lose my attention,
That I was attempting to grant.
But in an instant,
Bam.
Gone.
I focused on getting my head out of the song
And back into the letter.
Such true and powerful words,
That mean so much,
Are so hard to word.
I want all to know.
Love is difficult to come by these days,
Truth is hidden in the sadness of the peoples’ eyes.
But I continue to write,
Trying to let the truth all out.
Let it spill messily onto the paper.
I can sop it up easily,
And embrace it.
The beauty of love.
I stroke my hair trying to think.
What else is there to say?
Its perfection is key.
I want nothing short of perfect.
After all,
He’s perfect,
So this must be too
Because it’s for him.
My thoughts are jumbled,
My heart is beating fast
Because he’s on my mind.
It’s beating too fast for me to focus.
I sit here,
Attempting to continue writing.
Expression can be hard,
If it’s toward someone else.
My hands tremble again,
Icy cold,
Nervous
And lonely.
I close my eyes,
And imagine how I feel.
How to get it across.
Once more my emotions fly around my head.
I try to catch them.
My confessions mixed in with them
And I try to capture those too.
Failure.
Like usual.
My head gets back in order.
I write.
I write some more.
Non stop.
Finally just flowing.
Love.
Beauty.
And hope.
Sign my name,
Imperfect calligraphy,
Fold it slowly; perfectly.
Stick it in the back pockets,
Sewn together
With the ripped denim in my jeans.
Slip on my shoes,
Sock less.
Wipe the left over lead from my pencil off my fingers
And take a glance in the mirror.
My imperfect reflection staring back at me.
I take a deep breath,
Walk out the door.
Nervous.
White as snow.
Taking the pen in my trembling fingers,
I gently dip the point into the ink.
I do so ever so subtly,
That you can see the liquid ripple against the sides of the dish,
Like a hurricane trying to escape it’s barriers.
Silently.
I let the thoughts flow through my mind.
So many emotions,
So many thoughts.
So little paper,
So little ink,
And so little time.
I begin to scratch the words slowly onto the top of the paper,
Right of the overly visible margin.
Then I just let it escape.
The words seep out of me like water.
The words are love.
I am love.
The words rebirth into life.
They take flight off the paper.
Tumbling in currents,
Rhythmically.
My head leans swiftly from side to side,
From front to back,
As I try to get a glimpse of my confessions.
The true confessions.
The ones of love
And beauty.
Glancing at them ever so quickly,
I vaguely notice a melody in my head.
It has almost disappeared from my thoughts,
From my ears.
I focus hard.
I try to grasp it
While I chase after it.
The melody swiftly crawling up the walls,
Note
By
Note.
Desperately trying to reach
The atmosphere of love.
Where my thoughts sink into oblivion.
Where it can easily escape from me,
And lose my attention,
That I was attempting to grant.
But in an instant,
Bam.
Gone.
I focused on getting my head out of the song
And back into the letter.
Such true and powerful words,
That mean so much,
Are so hard to word.
I want all to know.
Love is difficult to come by these days,
Truth is hidden in the sadness of the peoples’ eyes.
But I continue to write,
Trying to let the truth all out.
Let it spill messily onto the paper.
I can sop it up easily,
And embrace it.
The beauty of love.
I stroke my hair trying to think.
What else is there to say?
Its perfection is key.
I want nothing short of perfect.
After all,
He’s perfect,
So this must be too
Because it’s for him.
My thoughts are jumbled,
My heart is beating fast
Because he’s on my mind.
It’s beating too fast for me to focus.
I sit here,
Attempting to continue writing.
Expression can be hard,
If it’s toward someone else.
My hands tremble again,
Icy cold,
Nervous
And lonely.
I close my eyes,
And imagine how I feel.
How to get it across.
Once more my emotions fly around my head.
I try to catch them.
My confessions mixed in with them
And I try to capture those too.
Failure.
Like usual.
My head gets back in order.
I write.
I write some more.
Non stop.
Finally just flowing.
Love.
Beauty.
And hope.
Sign my name,
Imperfect calligraphy,
Fold it slowly; perfectly.
Stick it in the back pockets,
Sewn together
With the ripped denim in my jeans.
Slip on my shoes,
Sock less.
Wipe the left over lead from my pencil off my fingers
And take a glance in the mirror.
My imperfect reflection staring back at me.
I take a deep breath,
Walk out the door.
Nervous.
Invisibility
I watch you daily,
But you do not see me.
I pray for you nightly,
But you do not notice me.
I sing for you often,
But I am unheard.
I talk to you on occasion,
But you think I’m absurd.
I think about you always,
But you don’t think of me.
I try to look amazing,
But you never see.
I speak up in front of you sometimes,
But your eyes you cast away.
I ask you questions,
But you have nothing to say.
I try to get your attention,
But you ignore me all day.
Why when I stare into your eyes,
You just look away.
I pray for your safety,
But you could care less.
I look at you and see something great,
When you look at me you see a mess.
But you do not see me.
I pray for you nightly,
But you do not notice me.
I sing for you often,
But I am unheard.
I talk to you on occasion,
But you think I’m absurd.
I think about you always,
But you don’t think of me.
I try to look amazing,
But you never see.
I speak up in front of you sometimes,
But your eyes you cast away.
I ask you questions,
But you have nothing to say.
I try to get your attention,
But you ignore me all day.
Why when I stare into your eyes,
You just look away.
I pray for your safety,
But you could care less.
I look at you and see something great,
When you look at me you see a mess.
Fight 'Til The End
When I get to the top
I’ll shake your filthy hand.
Spread the broken rocks
Clenched in my fist.
The war never ends,
It’s all in our heads.
From beginning to end,
Struggling for the last stand.
You can see through your shield;
My sword is stained with blood.
His face is bruised and scratched,
And her hands are covered in mud.
The tears streaking our faces,
As we fight til’ the end.
Together we shall stand,
Embracing to rain
Splashing off our parched cheeks.
Fighting for what we love,
Fighting for what matters most.
I won’t leave your side,
Morning, afternoon, or night,
I’ll help you realize we collide.
So draw your swords one last time, boys.
We’re giving it our all.
Through the shower of our hatred’s blood,
We will stand through it all,
Hand in hand.
I’ll shake your filthy hand.
Spread the broken rocks
Clenched in my fist.
The war never ends,
It’s all in our heads.
From beginning to end,
Struggling for the last stand.
You can see through your shield;
My sword is stained with blood.
His face is bruised and scratched,
And her hands are covered in mud.
The tears streaking our faces,
As we fight til’ the end.
Together we shall stand,
Embracing to rain
Splashing off our parched cheeks.
Fighting for what we love,
Fighting for what matters most.
I won’t leave your side,
Morning, afternoon, or night,
I’ll help you realize we collide.
So draw your swords one last time, boys.
We’re giving it our all.
Through the shower of our hatred’s blood,
We will stand through it all,
Hand in hand.
You
You’re my sun,
You are my night.
You are my shade,
And you are my light.
You are my song,
You are my start.
You are the music,
Pulsing in my heart.
You are my beginning,
You are my end.
You better stay with me,
Or for you I’ll send.
You’re my desire,
You’re my love.
You’re perfect,
Made from above.
Don’t question my love,
I wont question yours too.
Just remember and know,
I’ll always love you
You are my night.
You are my shade,
And you are my light.
You are my song,
You are my start.
You are the music,
Pulsing in my heart.
You are my beginning,
You are my end.
You better stay with me,
Or for you I’ll send.
You’re my desire,
You’re my love.
You’re perfect,
Made from above.
Don’t question my love,
I wont question yours too.
Just remember and know,
I’ll always love you
Frustration
It’s not just the way I talk,
Or the way I sing.
Its not just the way I cry,
Or the way I sting.
Its not just my clinginess,
Or the way I get mad.
Its not just my obsessions,
Or the way I get sad.
Its always the thoughts that I think,
Or how worried I feel.
Its always how I have my little rants,
Or how I have my little spiels.
I may not be perfect,
I may be too tall.
I may get confused,
And I may stall.
I may cry to much,
And I may make you mad.
But I always try to make you feel good,
Especially when you’re sad.
I’m sorry I annoy you,
Make you feel bad.
I’m sorry I don’t give you your space,
The space you once had.
I’m sorry I love you too much…
And say how much I need you.
I’m sorry that I just want to hear you say,
That you need me too.
Or the way I sing.
Its not just the way I cry,
Or the way I sting.
Its not just my clinginess,
Or the way I get mad.
Its not just my obsessions,
Or the way I get sad.
Its always the thoughts that I think,
Or how worried I feel.
Its always how I have my little rants,
Or how I have my little spiels.
I may not be perfect,
I may be too tall.
I may get confused,
And I may stall.
I may cry to much,
And I may make you mad.
But I always try to make you feel good,
Especially when you’re sad.
I’m sorry I annoy you,
Make you feel bad.
I’m sorry I don’t give you your space,
The space you once had.
I’m sorry I love you too much…
And say how much I need you.
I’m sorry that I just want to hear you say,
That you need me too.
Renovation
Build up.
Tear down.
Empty cup.
Solemn frown.
Stand tall.
Stand new.
Answer the call.
Invest in “you.”
New stance.
Open minds.
Thoughts that dance.
Love that binds.
Starting over.
Pushing through.
Luck of clover.
Lies in you.
Tell him so long.
The one who caused pain.
Sing a new song.
Of birth and regain.
Goodbye one who stole.
One who stole my gracious breath.
I hope you pay a hefty toll.
Everyday until your death.
Tear down.
Empty cup.
Solemn frown.
Stand tall.
Stand new.
Answer the call.
Invest in “you.”
New stance.
Open minds.
Thoughts that dance.
Love that binds.
Starting over.
Pushing through.
Luck of clover.
Lies in you.
Tell him so long.
The one who caused pain.
Sing a new song.
Of birth and regain.
Goodbye one who stole.
One who stole my gracious breath.
I hope you pay a hefty toll.
Everyday until your death.