Tuesday, March 23, 2010

"Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
Fountain, fountain we are the same.
You with the water and me with the pain.
It is so beautiful how you remain."

It's  a day that makes you wish you could forget it all.
Move away, stop time, live again once you choose to.
Though it may sound harsh, to forget all but a select blood related few and begin again.
That is true bliss.
Then I will reach that impossible nirvana.

Only in dreams can I visit,
only in a wishful moment can I escape.
Until then, I'll wait.

Monday, March 22, 2010

She had a sense of calm excitement.
Her hair a perfect fit --
Chaotic curls smoothed into a controlled mess.

A delicate flower, Camilia.
Thorns down the stem, or rather there should have been.
She's evolved, no unkindness: no thorns.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Don't worry, I'll send you running for the hills.

You walk to the oceans
You drift to the seas
You run to the rivers
You say they carry you to me.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Glimpse into the Future

but more of an insight to myself.
Asked a question,
the one that haunts me daily.
Wind, Water Goddes, Mole:
my cards.

Not decisive enough -- be more assertive,
calm down -- I don't need to rush, take things at my own pace,
I need to focus more on me, bring myself back and not worry about every little thing.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Easy as 123

After the show, everything changes.
Becoming another world, becoming a different person, almost.
Change isn't necessarily a bad thing, change was needed.
Destroying the old you, it's a process.
Everyone goes through it.
For once in her life, she felt it.
Going and taking yet leaving and giving at the same time.
Happiness was in reach.
It was just beyond her fingertips.
Just close enough to wish for.
Keeping her promise to him, she tried.
Lying was an option but she was starting off new.
Making new decisions and entering this bliss.
Nothing to hold back.
Only forever to look at.
Possibilities vast and a smile just so near to becoming a reality.
Q & Brooklyn -- she'd get on this train.
Reliving the most painful part of her life would bring her closer to nirvana.
She wouldn't stop -- no turning back.
Train starts, mind runs.
Until her stop, she held the rail, picturing the sign.
Veins pulsing and heart pumping she remembered the cold of the barrel on her forehead.
Wishing it to be over, wanting it to stop if only just the memory.
X: that's what she'd call him, what she'd cover up the nightmare with.
Youth taken and adolescence destroyed but all its forgiven.
Zoning out, he took her hand, she drifted into that final happiness.

Listening to: Dion.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

It goes on to the end of forever.

You can never lose hope in something as beautiful as love.
Be it friendly or romantic, love makes it all that much more wonderful.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Reality's always there,

when I want to go back.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Of all the days of forever

and the people of this heaven,
our lives intertwined today.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I'd like to tell you that friendships are forever.
That a true best friend is there for you "through thick and thin."
But honestly, they leave your side.
There's one I can count on.
One I can always believe in,
and I love her.
And this isn't one that one day I'll think back and say the same.
I was at her birth, "from the womb to the tomb."
Though life may change, our friendship never will.

Oh, how I love to hear the patter of the raindrops.

Sliding down the windows,
making letters with their streaks,
rain will always mean something to me.

A signal of beauty in this world.
I sign that some days, I can be truly happy.

A smile on my lips just from the sound of trees swaying.
A warmth in my chest from the simple sound of the pool splashing with the rain.

The rythmic beating,
tires swooshing through the puddles.

Oh, how I love these days.

Pain, pain go away.

"Everything is temporary.
There isn’t anything permanent in this world.
All words wilt.
All bodies decay.
And sayings just fly away."

So I spent my day in bed yesterday, six long hours of the same dream in different forms.
I woke up from time to time to feel a contraption, a creation much like Jigsaw would make.
My hips were bound and feet were locked.
Neck steadily fastened to my spine.
Arms not ready to leave my side.
So I lay in bed.
Too afraid to wake up and have to face that I was still in pain.
Sleep was not much better though.
This lock was still on me.
I dreamt I went to school.
I dreamt that nothing went right.
Children who seemed friends only proved my thoughts correct
and simultaneously crushed my hopes and dreams.
Try to be good.
Erase what mistakes were made,
and live like I should.
But the pain took it all away.
So I spent my day in bed yesterday, six long hours of the same dream in different forms.

Maybe this was just the pain pills.
Or maybe it was an unforgettable glimpse of a sad future.
And as I watch the storm slowly unfolding outside,
I wonder when the thunder will come.
I wonder when it will all be coming true.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I'm soaring through the sky,

and you'd think I'd want you next to me,
but  actually, I quite enjoy watching you from above.

An angel ready to swoop down, but until then,
you're safe on the ground.

"And I'm flying so high, high off the ground, when you're around."