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Wednesday, 02 December 2009

  • YOU

    Before I write (okay, type) my latest piece, I would like to thank everyone who actually takes the time out of their day to read these posts. Please comment and tell me what you think of this piece! This is my prized possessions. I don't think I should even be sharing it with the world, but what the heck, I might as well! The last posts that I just uploaded today (from a few months ago) are completely different from the one I am about to post. This one is about someone completely new that none of you have heard of until now. He's not my fling, he's not my fella, he's just a boy that I'm falling in love with. Yes, I realize how silly that sounds and that I'm probably not really falling in love with him, but I'm certainly falling for his charm. So here it is. This is called YOU.

    The city skyline will never be as beautiful as we

    This song with no words should be heard by he

    The weightlessness of love I've never felt

    Until I'm with him, and then I melt

    The purest thing is those baby blues

    I see that smile... I want you too

    This is something you just can't fake

    I can't be without you, please tell me I'm not too late

    He's softer than the warmest summer day

    With his beauty by my side I could endure any delay

    His laugh spins my head wild

    I need this love to be more than mild

    I supposed for once love isn't too strong

    And even if it is, lie and say I'm never wrong

    With you, there's no need for the stars

    With you, all are healed, there are no scars

    The tears that fall are nothing short of joy

    For me, he is more than just some boy

    This is it, here it comes. I'm becoming weak

    I just need a glimpse of him to sneak

    The piano's playing softly now

    I'm afraid I've lost all reason how

    There is more to this than just his grace

    I need to walk with him, instep through every pace

    We need for this to become true

    I don't know if I can keep longing just for you

    We're born underneath the same rainbow

    I'll carry you through, I promise to go slow

    This sweet melody is lightly fading

    We can do this, I know there will never be hating

    Please get tangled, all wrapped up together

    I just want you to be mine, even it there's no forever

    Chances and risks are all that we have

    You need to share that wonderful savv

    Dancing under the moonlight, I promise I'll never quit

    And you'll make a promise to me...

    "I promise you... This is it"

     

    *written while listening to "Main Title" by Aaron Zigman on repeat for about 30-40 minutes

    written 11/30/09

  • Questions

    Have you ever seen or felt something so beautiful that it made you want to cry? Have you ever been brought to tears and not known why? Have you ever been swept off your feet? Have you ever lived through a moment that made you weep? Do you think there's more to life than just seems? Do you ever take walks just to think? Do you think we're connected by more than one link? Would you stay up all night to make sure I'm okay? Would you sit there all night just to pray? Can you sing me a song, even if out of key? I want to fall in love, can't you see? The inner workings of my heart are a strange form of foreign art. I don't understand, I don't know what to do. All I know is that I want to be with you.

    written 9/6/09

  • The Dealership That is My Heart

    I hate this. I hate walking around and acting like nothing happened. I can't pretend I don't remember. I jut can't do it anymore. Why can't I even speak to you? Why is that so hard? Why? I just need to know. Maybe I'm searching for closure, maybe I just miss someone by my side, but is it possible that I just miss you? Is it even possible that the reason I can't move on is because there's still something there? Is it that the distance has made my heart grow fonder? I just don't understand this cycle. Am I too stubborn to let fate step in? Or am I too stubborn to move on? Is there even a right person out there? And if there is, don't I need some wrong choices so I know that he's worth it? Why can I not cry when I need to? It's like I can't be emotional when I need to be. The tears flow when they shouldn't because they won't come out when they should. At any moment we could lose all that we have. Everything we know could be gone in a second, and that's a scary thought. And I think about that and I know that I don't want to regret this one life I have. My world could come crashing down tomorrow, and I don't know that I'd be able to deal.

    written 9/1/09

  • Unknown

    A year of not talking, a year of unsaid words. We have a bond, it can't be denied. Are we cuter than others, no, but that doesn't make us wrong. Why can't we just talk? We're human beings, we were taught to use our words. Why are they so difficult to use? I don't understand what our problem is. We could have been together for so long, or we could still be right where we are. I say I don't give second chances, but rules are meant to be broken. You aren't going to break that rule, are you? I can tell from one glance that you aren't coming any closer. The sensible people tell me to stay away. The wishful people tell me to make a move. The ones who know me best don't want me to get hurt. Me? I just want you to say hello, simple as that. I'm a dreamer, and sometimes I think about you. I see you everyday, and that's hard for me. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. I don't know if that's because I miss you or need you or if I just need some closure. This is why we need to speak. Just one simple conversation would tell me all I need to know. From one small talk, you can tell if it's the last one or if more will emerge from it.

    written unknown

  • Drizzle, Pour, Rain, Drop

    Let the darkness take over the vast night sky. Hide the stars and the moon, barely show clouds. Let the thunder kick on and the rain drizzle down. And just when there's complete silence, have lighting strike. Have the people freak out while I'm staying calm. They'll run for cover while I enjoy a beautiful night. People will scream, but I'll just dance. It's only water after all. Why is something so terrifying to most a comfort to me? Why does it make me feel more at home while leaving the others hiding in their own? I could sit on my porch for house and just watch the rain come down. The familiar smell of the wet asphalt will only bring a better sense of home. And it may leave others to cuddle with their loved one, but I'll just sit and think. I'll think of my future and all it has in store for me. After all, there is more to life than cuddling, right? Some will play guitar, read books, or watch movies. Anything to get their mind off the storm. Me? Well to me, I just get inspired. I don't believe that people can be your muse. They can give you feelings and situations, but they alone are never pure inspirations.

    written 8/19/09