Dizzy with words
Flying by
Pressing against lips
But never liberated
Imprisoned between mind and heart
Monday, August 23, 2010
The bitch you all made of me
Pin it down
Contain it all
No drops plunge
No sounds made
Dig it up and burry it all
Holding your breath in shades of purple
Strength taken
Confidence gone
Here come the costumes
Frills and embellishments
Contain it all
No drops plunge
No sounds made
Dig it up and burry it all
Holding your breath in shades of purple
Strength taken
Confidence gone
Here come the costumes
Frills and embellishments
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Once was now
Looking back to press forward
Conjuring strength to manifest control
Taking it all back
Rewinding pitfalls, a firm grip with idealism
Pealing back layers,
To better discover
Once was true predicts the future
Conjuring strength to manifest control
Taking it all back
Rewinding pitfalls, a firm grip with idealism
Pealing back layers,
To better discover
Once was true predicts the future
Monday, July 5, 2010
Snarley
There once was a girl much older than her years lived. Her experiences taught her life lessons much earlier than most. She lived through times one cannot imagine and came through as a strong woman.
But, she did not know of this strength.
She was an analyst, insightful about all those around her. If you’d ask her to help, she wouldn’t hesitate to lend a hand. She was beautiful inside and out. She had a way about her that attracted others to her.
But, she was not conscious of the power she held.
She was a healer, a caregiver to those around her. Many were captivated by her presence and yet she struggled with the messes of day-to-day life. Her mind beat down her passion as often she found herself thinking too much.
So here you are my darling, see what we all see here: A strong woman, with amazing power, grab hold and experience what is simply waiting for you to find. Let those thoughts drift out of your mind and release them to paper, don’t look back, don’t share, let them sit on these pages and vanish.
Just know this, you’ll be ok. I promise it will all work out. Learn from the experiences presented to you and tackle the next.
But, she did not know of this strength.
She was an analyst, insightful about all those around her. If you’d ask her to help, she wouldn’t hesitate to lend a hand. She was beautiful inside and out. She had a way about her that attracted others to her.
But, she was not conscious of the power she held.
She was a healer, a caregiver to those around her. Many were captivated by her presence and yet she struggled with the messes of day-to-day life. Her mind beat down her passion as often she found herself thinking too much.
So here you are my darling, see what we all see here: A strong woman, with amazing power, grab hold and experience what is simply waiting for you to find. Let those thoughts drift out of your mind and release them to paper, don’t look back, don’t share, let them sit on these pages and vanish.
Just know this, you’ll be ok. I promise it will all work out. Learn from the experiences presented to you and tackle the next.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Inevitable
As I step back my wall slowly appears in front of me
All too familiar
I watch it grow as the block breaks the path between you and I
You’ve done it now, there’s no turning back
Stepping tippy toed, taking a glimpse of a power you once held so ignorantly
Sad thing is, you don’t even know
I’ve captured you already
Just wait and see
It will become clear, when time decides
The tricky things is
My heart moves on, not held in one place
My peace has been said
Yours is stuck, you’ll feel it soon
As you shut out the panics of your mind and finally hear your heart
It will all come undone for us see
Hidden between the two
Learn from it now,
Don’t let me be.
All too familiar
I watch it grow as the block breaks the path between you and I
You’ve done it now, there’s no turning back
Stepping tippy toed, taking a glimpse of a power you once held so ignorantly
Sad thing is, you don’t even know
I’ve captured you already
Just wait and see
It will become clear, when time decides
The tricky things is
My heart moves on, not held in one place
My peace has been said
Yours is stuck, you’ll feel it soon
As you shut out the panics of your mind and finally hear your heart
It will all come undone for us see
Hidden between the two
Learn from it now,
Don’t let me be.
Impossible
I catch your eye
Just a glance, a smile
Walk my way; I’ll run a mile
Don’t come close
Toxic as can be
Fall too easily
Not easily fallen
Waiting, waiting
Time ticks on
No changes here as I carry on
Keep walking
Pass me by
Not worth the time
Just a glance, a smile
Walk my way; I’ll run a mile
Don’t come close
Toxic as can be
Fall too easily
Not easily fallen
Waiting, waiting
Time ticks on
No changes here as I carry on
Keep walking
Pass me by
Not worth the time
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Without an answer…
I think I’m little too jaded by my past. These things that I have moved past still haunt me when I’m not paying attention. Stuck here on these pages I ramble on and keep dumping this torment on you.
I’m sick of being stuck; putting so much effort in for others and not getting anything back. It hurts when you find yourself alone too much, loosing more inch by inch as time passes.
I am tough when I lie to the world around me about my thick skin. I bleed just as easy when no ones looking.
I’ve learned to parade around, bending the truth, displaying this mannequin as my true identity. I can’t remember the last time I was me, no holding back. I look out for others but don’t know how to look out for myself.
Truth is you wouldn’t even recognize me if you met me. My act edited for every detail. Seeing this transpire… a car crash you can’t take your eyes off.
I don’t know what I want, or what can fix this labyrinth I navigate through daily. Stopping stopping to translate this mess. I spill through my fingers to liberate the pressure.
I’m sick of being stuck; putting so much effort in for others and not getting anything back. It hurts when you find yourself alone too much, loosing more inch by inch as time passes.
I am tough when I lie to the world around me about my thick skin. I bleed just as easy when no ones looking.
I’ve learned to parade around, bending the truth, displaying this mannequin as my true identity. I can’t remember the last time I was me, no holding back. I look out for others but don’t know how to look out for myself.
Truth is you wouldn’t even recognize me if you met me. My act edited for every detail. Seeing this transpire… a car crash you can’t take your eyes off.
I don’t know what I want, or what can fix this labyrinth I navigate through daily. Stopping stopping to translate this mess. I spill through my fingers to liberate the pressure.
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