Showing posts with label verse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label verse. Show all posts
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?
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
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I need a sieve for my thoughts.
I don't know what's up and what's down anymore.
I don't even know what I want.
Except for the fact that I want my chronological and mental ages to match up.
I can't help but act a certain way, even if I think differently.
I don't want to mope, but for some reason the silliest things get to me.
Then again, it was something silly.
A little teenage thing that shouldn't matter. And won't, in time.
But why is it that I can't forget about it all?
I don't know what's up and what's down anymore.
I don't even know what I want.
Except for the fact that I want my chronological and mental ages to match up.
I can't help but act a certain way, even if I think differently.
I don't want to mope, but for some reason the silliest things get to me.
He's happy.
She's happy.
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else,
Unhappy
Not happy
Cold sopping
Mem'ries sit
Hard pressed
On my mind
Unaddressed
In my smile
You can't tell
I can't tell
Who I am
What I will
Do for you
Why I will
Let you choose
Mental state
In my mind
Of my kind
Try to find
Reasons why
I'm no good
Or I'm not
Who you would
Give a chance
Take a chance
Hold a hand
Do a dance
To a song
With no lines
Music-less
Confines
In my head
I can see
Painted red
You and she
He's happy
She's happy
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else.
She's happy.
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else,
Unhappy
Not happy
Cold sopping
Mem'ries sit
Hard pressed
On my mind
Unaddressed
In my smile
You can't tell
I can't tell
Who I am
What I will
Do for you
Why I will
Let you choose
Mental state
In my mind
Of my kind
Try to find
Reasons why
I'm no good
Or I'm not
Who you would
Give a chance
Take a chance
Hold a hand
Do a dance
To a song
With no lines
Music-less
Confines
In my head
I can see
Painted red
You and she
He's happy
She's happy
Where do I fit?
Somewhere else.
Then again, it was something silly.
A little teenage thing that shouldn't matter. And won't, in time.
But why is it that I can't forget about it all?
Friday, January 15, 2010
Veronica
No longer shall be shrouded in the mystery that is her last name,
Nor covered with the label that is meant for respect,
But revealed with the light that is inspiration.
A lighthouse at sea, where the souls make eye contact.
A person.
A human.
A depersonalized soul.
Detached by necessity.
The pupils poke fun and irritate, while I watch, detached.
What is this?
A time for thought? A time for fight or flight?
What is it to be in the comfy chair and roll,
Look to these fresh-faced canvasses and sigh?
No longer shall be shrouded in the mystery that is her last name,
Nor covered with the label that is meant for respect,
But revealed with the light that is inspiration.
A lighthouse at sea, where the souls make eye contact.
A person.
A human.
A depersonalized soul.
Detached by necessity.
The pupils poke fun and irritate, while I watch, detached.
What is this?
A time for thought? A time for fight or flight?
What is it to be in the comfy chair and roll,
Look to these fresh-faced canvasses and sigh?
A short entry today.
To see the one you love
Become the one you loven't
Is spiteful to your heart
And as if he wasn't.
For, strong, you must move on
And take your fately ways
Invest in something sweet
'Til all your ending days.
I take thee as a friend
and no, not one thing more
Or I'll take you as a lover
When you throw me from your door.
To see the one you love
Become the one you loven't
Is spiteful to your heart
And as if he wasn't.
For, strong, you must move on
And take your fately ways
Invest in something sweet
'Til all your ending days.
I take thee as a friend
and no, not one thing more
Or I'll take you as a lover
When you throw me from your door.
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