Thursday, February 11, 2010
I can still taste the day in my mouth
Your words in my head smell so sweet
I still imagine my head on your chest
Your hands caress, pressing my ear to your cheek
And I,
I wish I had the chance
To turn back time and do the right thing
I wish I hope I dream
You'll see me in a new light tomorrow.
Your words in my head smell so sweet
I still imagine my head on your chest
Your hands caress, pressing my ear to your cheek
And I,
I wish I had the chance
To turn back time and do the right thing
I wish I hope I dream
You'll see me in a new light tomorrow.
Friday, January 29, 2010
The world is at your fingertips, and so is your next true love.
Your heart is fragile; handle with care.
Someone close to your heart is looking to get closer.
Remember, it's the thought that counts.
Forget about being upset. Remember who you care for.
If you're looking for love, relax, and the world will be your oyster.
Keep in your heart those who have helped you out. They should be there forever.
Take a chance. We are all young only once.
You have a strong heart and brave soul. Strengthen the hearts of others.
Your heart is fragile; handle with care.
Someone close to your heart is looking to get closer.
Remember, it's the thought that counts.
Forget about being upset. Remember who you care for.
If you're looking for love, relax, and the world will be your oyster.
Keep in your heart those who have helped you out. They should be there forever.
Take a chance. We are all young only once.
You have a strong heart and brave soul. Strengthen the hearts of others.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
So here's the deal. I think I should write a little musical around this piece. I wrote it on the fly, and it's very pretty once you know the music.
Nice, eh?
[Female verse]
I can feel it in my bones it's a new morning
And nothing's getting in my way
I've got a new pair of wings on my back and they're showing
And now I'm gonna fly away
To you
I hope your arms are open for me
Do you
Know how much you mean to me?
[Female Chorus]
It's great that you're gonna be
Right here beside me,
And I hope
You think it's great too
It's wonderful that you are
My lovely shining star,
Can you feel the feelings I do?
I do.
[Male verse]
I feel the tension in the air, I'm holding my breath
I can't believe I'm doing this.
What if you are not interested in the real me
I think i'm really close to death.
Do you
Want to find out all my secrets?
Will you
Completely reject me?
[Male chorus]
It's scary that you will be
Right here beside me,
And I hope
That you're not scared too
It's wonderful that you are
A small-town superstar,
Can you feel the feelings I do?
I do.
Nice, eh?
Monday, January 25, 2010
Simple hands held tightly
I want to get to know you better
Give me a chance to get behind the mystery
Pry it open, keep you open
Want you to get to know me better
Get inside my head, and see who I really am
We're ahead of ourselves
The warmth, pressing, shows
I can't be something true
Something real
Something ordinary
And you are the sun,
Something shrouded in ideas and theories
Who, what, where are you?
I want to get to know you better
Give me a chance to get behind the mystery
Pry it open, keep you open
Want you to get to know me better
Get inside my head, and see who I really am
We're ahead of ourselves
The warmth, pressing, shows
I can't be something true
Something real
Something ordinary
And you are the sun,
Something shrouded in ideas and theories
Who, what, where are you?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
There's nothing that could have stopped her from making that choice
It really was that easy
But chance doesn't come so easily to those who want it most
There was no prize in the end
No pretty boy
No loving hand to hold
No love story to be told
I can't decide whether I
Wrote this story
Or if it's someone else who took the pen
Who took the pen and wrote me in this book
The pages worn away
My hand is torn away from yours
And I was nothing worthy of you
Just a played game and something sweet
Between your meals
To snack completely on my intentions
Please mention next time
What I'm worth to you
It really was that easy
But chance doesn't come so easily to those who want it most
There was no prize in the end
No pretty boy
No loving hand to hold
No love story to be told
I can't decide whether I
Wrote this story
Or if it's someone else who took the pen
Who took the pen and wrote me in this book
The pages worn away
My hand is torn away from yours
And I was nothing worthy of you
Just a played game and something sweet
Between your meals
To snack completely on my intentions
Please mention next time
What I'm worth to you
I went to see a REPO! Shadowcasting yesterday. With my mother.
Never do this. Ever again.
Not unless my mother miraculously changes personalities.
Not to say it was a disaster, but it wasn't as smooth as I thought it would be.
We arrived 5 minutes later than the dictated opening time, passing various groups of people on the way. It took about one minute to get from the train station to the theatre, but it intrigued me how different everything is at night.
The smell.
The look.
The sounds.
Mother and I passed by a few cybergoths and punks.
A girl in huge platform shoes with striped socks and menacing ponytails, looking like she was bored. Another girl looking similar in expression and garb, but almost as if she were stalking prey, perhaps some kind of rush for the night. A rave? Probably not. But there was something there, something that she wanted.
We arrived at the theater. The line was moving slowly, so I was able to observe the many types of fans there that night. People dressed up. People dressed down. People just dressed, like they made a last-minute decision to go to the show. Then it was there. The thick feeling of dormant excitement. Someone famous was nearby.
Darren Lynn Bousman. He was huddled with a slim blonde and Spooky Dan. I was practically blinded by Spooky's video camera. He was most likely shooting footage for his next documentary. They all looked...busy. I didn't want to bother them. My mother told me to ask for a picture, but I refused. I didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on.
We passed them a second time, and he was smoking. Again, I didn't want to bother the man.
Mom and I went inside, took our seats. He passed us in the aisle not once, but twice.
He took his seat not much later...three rows behind us.
I'll never forgive myself...until RRT4.
Never do this. Ever again.
Not unless my mother miraculously changes personalities.
Not to say it was a disaster, but it wasn't as smooth as I thought it would be.
We arrived 5 minutes later than the dictated opening time, passing various groups of people on the way. It took about one minute to get from the train station to the theatre, but it intrigued me how different everything is at night.
The smell.
The look.
The sounds.
Mother and I passed by a few cybergoths and punks.
A girl in huge platform shoes with striped socks and menacing ponytails, looking like she was bored. Another girl looking similar in expression and garb, but almost as if she were stalking prey, perhaps some kind of rush for the night. A rave? Probably not. But there was something there, something that she wanted.
We arrived at the theater. The line was moving slowly, so I was able to observe the many types of fans there that night. People dressed up. People dressed down. People just dressed, like they made a last-minute decision to go to the show. Then it was there. The thick feeling of dormant excitement. Someone famous was nearby.
Darren Lynn Bousman. He was huddled with a slim blonde and Spooky Dan. I was practically blinded by Spooky's video camera. He was most likely shooting footage for his next documentary. They all looked...busy. I didn't want to bother them. My mother told me to ask for a picture, but I refused. I didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on.
We passed them a second time, and he was smoking. Again, I didn't want to bother the man.
Mom and I went inside, took our seats. He passed us in the aisle not once, but twice.
He took his seat not much later...three rows behind us.
I'll never forgive myself...until RRT4.
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