Wednesday, September 16, 2009
We Are Saved. =]
then speak and listen.
Our eyes alight with words and memories.
We don't want to remember.
But we don't want to forget.
So we share.
But only to the people that care.
Friend to friend,
where we know love exists.
We are here, and alive.
We're more than just moments.
You put color in my heart
and I'll put smiles on your face.
We were destined for that.
We have worth
and we have hope.
You know, you walked right in
and the most opportune moment.
You saved me.
And you know that.
If my words coulds smile, they'd shine.
Cause we know now
that we are alive
and are smiling
and we are saved.
We Painted Our Technicolor Dreams
All the days whispered back, just "love."
We lived in technicolor phases.
Draining our hearts, then filling them back in.
Sending our dreams back into the ocean.
Where are you, my colorless friend?
Can I fill your heart with the colors I'm dreaming?
Cause nothing is as it's always seemed.
It keeps changing colors with the way we spin.
Open up your chest, and let the hurricane in.
And the tiny painters will paint your heart.
It's not the end, but here, it's a start.
All the collectors run in, trying to collect your head.
Analyze the words you've written and
ignoring things you've said.
We'll swim away to the west coast
and catch your dreams back from the shore.
You're gonna rely on them, anymore.
We try to steal the stars from where they sit in the sky.
But we cannot reach, and why cry out why.
But the colorless waves are screaming "come here."
Cause we left our dreams on their shores
when we picked up our fear.
Lets go steal them back, carefully.
I'll use mine to pain the sky alive.
And stitch yours back inside your heart.
My colors just for yours to thrive.
The technicolor dreams I'll share
we'll meet yours where they're beginning to shine.
I'll follow you almost anywhere.
These dreams are for you now.
They're not mine.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
And We Face the Moments
Why aren't we screaming?!
My lungs are past filled with poisoned air.
Silenced and still, but so very unsteady.
I'll collapse at your feet.
Don't you dare.
I'm not ready.
All the days and the moments
are just coming in time.
The future, in color,
isn't just a dream
like it seems to us now.
You said you had a fear
twenty times the size of mine.
But if you looked in my eyes,
in retrospect, you'd see
theres a hurricane inside me.
I've got no shelter to hide.
I've been tossed around, face to the ground.
And you picked me up
but kicked my back.
And I was speechless.
But I was grateful.
Though so much hate
never seemed an option.
If you go there, I will be done for sure.
All this weight just gets so heavy
and I'll collapse at your feet.
Don't you dare.
I'm not ready.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Aftermath
I don't think so.
Not like I have, at least.
To feel it all, not spinning,
but crashing.
Getting back up and wondering how
you did it.
I had a world
and now it's been stolen.
Well, its really just not mine.
Was it ever?
I'm not sure.
But the skies a little darker
and I'm waiting for the rain.
Cause it's coming again, and I know it.
But this time I'll face it.
Let it fall.
I can handle this.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
So?
You won't even want to.
Want to guess even.
You won't even know.
But I do.
And you will...
soon.
Days...
Hours...
Worlds will fall.
And you'll know where they went.
Down.
And you'll understand.
The why.
The how.
And the gone.
The Becoming- We're Already Dead
We didn't wanna live alone.
We're already dead.
We Close Our Eyes by The Becoming/ Last Days Sunset
I chose the tree-covered path
Just like him. Just like you did before.
So you couldnt see me leaving
But you would've just left me on the floor.
Once we both lived the same past
And my heart was in time with your breathing.
But you couldnt hear me screaming
So now you'll be watching me leaving.
We close our eyes
Long enough for the colors to fade.
To sever the truth from the lies
None of them were lies that I'd made.
We were wrong, too far gone
I won't make promises I'm gonna break.
To see theres dark after the light
You can feel all that I've had to take.
We close our eyes
I painted a picture for you
Somehow all of the colors are gone.
Of who you wanted me to be
You haven't known me now for too long.
The outline was dark and bold
With a sunset fit for the last day.
But the colors had gone completely
I'm done. You can carry them away.
Monday, September 7, 2009
If I Was Your Ghost
If I was a ghost, as good as gone,
I could hover next to your soul each day
to make sure it's always okay
and nothing's gone wrong.
I can't do that.
But just know
you have my heart and it won't go.
You've got a room inside my soul.
You've got my compassion
in your hands,
like clay.
They do what they want.
But you've never hurt nothing.
And if you try to stand
I'll stay close to your hands
and help you balance things right.
Stay up all day and night.
Our words can do wonders.
I know that you know.
But if I was a ghost, beside you
I'd never let you go.
For The Other Fox
There was a fox that was friends with a wolf. They were the best of friens, although people didn't understand their friendship. The fox knew, after many years, how to handle the wolf's ups and downs.
One day the wolf came to his fox friend and said he'd had his eye on another fox. His fox friend said that was okay, just to be careful. Not all the foxes understood him. The wolf nodded and went off to charm the other new fox.
After a while the other fox and the wolf became very good companions. They seemed good together, great even. But the fox friend always thought to herself, "It'll be the new fox that gets hurt if this goes bad. Not the wolf." And all the other foxes agreed.
Time passed, and the old and new fox friends became best friends. They had a lot in common, being foxes of the same kind and all. They quickly bonded, and all three became friends together. But the wolf had been wandering again.
Don't get it wrong, the old fox loved her wolf friend. But he had a habit of wandering, and as she feared, he found another wolf.
Now the new wolf and him didn't even have much in common really. He just thought it'd be nice to be with another wolf for a bit. But little did he know what it'd turn out.
One day the new fox caught it's wolf friend with the other wolf. Hurt and angry, he ran away, not knowing what to think. The wolf tried to apologize, but the fox wouldn't hear it. They were companions no longer.
The old and new fox friends stayed friends though, and spent many long nights together sharing their stories and watching out for eachother.
"I really do miss him..." The new fox friend said one night. The old fox friend looked down sadly. She wished she could do something to help. She could see her friends heart breaking. Her friend had been through so much. So she came up with a plan to help.
The next day the old fox showed up to where the new fox lived just after dark.
"I have something for you," she said, smiling.
The new fox looked up, sadly and skeptically. What could she really have that could cheer him up?
The new fox took the box his friend offered and opened it up. The moment he did, he gasped. It was a heart, beating and bright, new and unscarred.
The new fox looked up in wonder and saw a tiny scar across his friends chest and gasped.
"This....this is your heart though!" He exclaimed, slightly shocked.
The old fox sat down next to her friend.
"I know," she said calmly. "But yours was broken. I thought you needed it a lot more than I did."
A tear ran down both the foxes faces, as they exchanged meaningful glances.
This, they both knew, was real friendship.
"I'll always be here for you." The old fox said.
And her friend knew she meant every word of it.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Worlds
Upon dusty shelves,
undignified and wasted...
Mine in light of the day,
shrouded in the rain.
Were we friends or enemies
in the former times?
We walked and talked
while the dust was kicked up.
You, making more sense in theory.
I, making more sense in no time.
We were rhythmic, you know?
Fitting like puzzle pieces or melodies.
I only asked to see you smile.
But love is love and loss is loss.
One day you might turn around.
But it's obvious, not today.
My worlds were made
of paper.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Starlight and Darkness
Starlight in my eyes
It's no surprise it's not mine.
It's no surprise it never will be.
Every sunrise
and every comet
all shine at their own time.
Bright or blind.
Nobody's gonna see mine.
The gunman shoots up storms of dust.
He's so much braver than all of us.
The dancer dances with more grace.
We follow them, they set the pace.
My rocketship will fly away.
But today is really not the day
for chasing light.
It isn't mine.
But if theirs are bright
then I'll be blind.
Let the sky turn dark and blue.
I'm good at being close to you.
I'm good at words
but then again
nobody reads them in the end.
The starlights always
just ahead
but too far gone.
My lights gone dead.