Blood stained sheets,
What have I gotten myself into this time?
I close my eyes and I believe you.
If I should die I'll never leave you.
I wish that I could walk away
guilt rests in my hands
I know that it is for the better
I never said that I'd compromise
between fact or fiction
there's so much better out there
than you and me
I could end this in seconds
I know it but I don't dare
Another sentence this all could be over
Your words are like weapons why can't you protect me
I wish that you would walk away
red still lines your hands
I know that it's still for the better
I never said that I'd stand aside
between you and the door
there's nothing better out there
than you and me
It's a work of art
the way this fell apart
was the design too faded from the start
or was the artist just too blinded by this
no it's common sense I lack the confidence
still I'll confess all these things to you
Take a look at yourself
and tell me what do you see
I'd take a bullet for you
you'd put a bullet through me
and as I lay on the floor
with this hole in my chest
Can you walk from the truth
with all the blood that covers you
Cause everything that you want
is everything that I need
I would have gave it to you
but you'd have take it from me
and every word that you said
it brought me closer to sin
Monday, December 8, 2008
Body Language And Bad Habits
His body was ransom
His kisses were dancin'
On my lips and in my mind
The money has run out
The music is played out
And now it seems were running out of time
I'm feeling his rhythm
This is your decision
Take your time and make this count
Or awaken with regret
A lifetime of secrets
But would you kiss your mother with that mouth?
This can't be happening oh it can't be
So give up
Or Give in
I'm running through your veins like a habit you can't kick
Here's a secret confession from a life long obsession
As I'm smoking a cigarette and staring out your window pane.
Our bodies started kissing in a language I don't know
I hit the lights in the bedroom
To soften up the mood
You're lying there indiscreetly
I can tell by the feeling
Draw the blinds and lock the doors
You start to stare at the ceiling
As you keep repeating
Take your time and make this count
There's unfinished business
No sign of a witness
But would you kiss your mother with that mouth?
The wolves come out
When the lights go out
We're done playing sheep
Our hearts race
And our dreams lost in sheets
Look at the mess we got ourselves into now
Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn't know
His kisses were dancin'
On my lips and in my mind
The money has run out
The music is played out
And now it seems were running out of time
I'm feeling his rhythm
This is your decision
Take your time and make this count
Or awaken with regret
A lifetime of secrets
But would you kiss your mother with that mouth?
This can't be happening oh it can't be
So give up
Or Give in
I'm running through your veins like a habit you can't kick
Here's a secret confession from a life long obsession
As I'm smoking a cigarette and staring out your window pane.
Our bodies started kissing in a language I don't know
I hit the lights in the bedroom
To soften up the mood
You're lying there indiscreetly
I can tell by the feeling
Draw the blinds and lock the doors
You start to stare at the ceiling
As you keep repeating
Take your time and make this count
There's unfinished business
No sign of a witness
But would you kiss your mother with that mouth?
The wolves come out
When the lights go out
We're done playing sheep
Our hearts race
And our dreams lost in sheets
Look at the mess we got ourselves into now
Our bodies started kissing in a language we didn't know
Friday, December 5, 2008
Fever.
I dreamed of a fever
One that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears
And burned with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything
If it would just get me out of here
And so you get six months to adapt
And then you get two more to leave town
In the event that you do adapt
We still might not want you around
And I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
But I know that that is impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm
And to kill selected memories
Because I just can’t think anymore about that or about him tonight
I give myself three days to feel better
Or I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff
Because if I can’t learn to make myself feel better
Then how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow
Because I swear that I am dying, slowly, but it's happening
So if there is a perfect spring that’s waiting somewhere
Just take me there and lie to me and say it’s going to be all right
It's going to be all right, yeah, you worry too much, kid
It's going to be all right
<3
One that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart
With heat to melt these frozen tears
And burned with reasons as to carry on
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
But I swear that I would follow anything
If it would just get me out of here
And so you get six months to adapt
And then you get two more to leave town
In the event that you do adapt
We still might not want you around
And I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
But I know that that is impossible now
And so I drink to stay warm
And to kill selected memories
Because I just can’t think anymore about that or about him tonight
I give myself three days to feel better
Or I swear I'll drive right off a fucking cliff
Because if I can’t learn to make myself feel better
Then how can I expect anyone else to give a shit?
And I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow
Because I swear that I am dying, slowly, but it's happening
So if there is a perfect spring that’s waiting somewhere
Just take me there and lie to me and say it’s going to be all right
It's going to be all right, yeah, you worry too much, kid
It's going to be all right
<3
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My Book.
I write ever night and day in a special book
A book I hope you will never look
But of course the curiosity will eventually get the best of you
And now that you read it, you don't know what to do
It's a book of mine, filled with lines
Lines that scream out troubled signs
You read poems about my hurt and how I cry on my bed
You read about the torture that floods my head
You read about the poems about my hate.
You read about the poems saying you don't know what I can be
You read about my poems of life's never-ending twist
You read some more and can't help but wonder why
I think people won't care if I just suddenly die
But then you find one I wrote when I wasn't so sad
This was about a girl who realized life wasn't so bad
The girl thought positive and made it threw life
But I took that piece of paper and cut it up with a knife
Next time you see me, you will ask about my book
And will simply respond with why the hell did you look?
You think I'm troubled and need some help
But really I'm just getting out what I can't help
I see the worry in your eyes
You ask me to stop telling you lies
I write to express not to offend
I write so maybe my broken heart will mend
So don't get mad when I write late at night
Just think about it as a way for me to be less uptight
written: last year
A book I hope you will never look
But of course the curiosity will eventually get the best of you
And now that you read it, you don't know what to do
It's a book of mine, filled with lines
Lines that scream out troubled signs
You read poems about my hurt and how I cry on my bed
You read about the torture that floods my head
You read about the poems about my hate.
You read about the poems saying you don't know what I can be
You read about my poems of life's never-ending twist
You read some more and can't help but wonder why
I think people won't care if I just suddenly die
But then you find one I wrote when I wasn't so sad
This was about a girl who realized life wasn't so bad
The girl thought positive and made it threw life
But I took that piece of paper and cut it up with a knife
Next time you see me, you will ask about my book
And will simply respond with why the hell did you look?
You think I'm troubled and need some help
But really I'm just getting out what I can't help
I see the worry in your eyes
You ask me to stop telling you lies
I write to express not to offend
I write so maybe my broken heart will mend
So don't get mad when I write late at night
Just think about it as a way for me to be less uptight
written: last year
i'm a hypocrite .
Essay i wrote from school....
I say things I know I shouldn't say and do things I know I shouldn't do. I judge I assume I stereotype I lie I cheat. Because I am human. And, sadly, you are human to stop judging on content and judge on concept, because the reason behind the actions are more important than the actions themselves.After all the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but what does that make the road to heaven?
You don't know? Well neither do I. The truth is that there isn't truth, and figuring that out is the first step to figuring ourselves out, which is the first step to nothing. Really, all there is to figure out is that there's nothing to figure out.
Who am I? Well, that's a good question and I don't know the answer. Who are you? That's an even better question and you don't know either.You get your life all lined up just the way you like it and then something beyond your control comes along and bumps you off center. How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it and say, 'Okay, now, stay like this.' But nothing stays the same.
For example, you grow up and you make friends then those friends move on and you lose those friends you go to college get yourself a degree, meet your significant other, fall in love then you get married after that you'll have a family and then you lose track of people, meet new ones, and sometimes you ask yourself why.
But all I can tell you is that every single experience you go through like this changed you in some way. Every new person who comes into your life changes you. Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you. It's your job to decide how. That is how character is developed.
Lifes also about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise.
During my life pain became such a big part of it that i expected for it to always be there. I could'nt have even remembered a time in my life when it wasn't.But one day i felt something else.Something that almost felt wrong. And at that moment i realized i was happy for the first time in a very long time.
Everyone regrets mistakes that they've made some are small like when you do a bad thing for a good reason.Some of us fight because of the regret we have with the past and sometimes we cover up the regret by swearing to change the wrong ways.But the biggest regrets in life our the ones in which we didn't do, like the things we didn't say or the certain things we should have done but didnt do especially when we can see the darkness surrounding around us.
The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand. And without them, happiness is only temporary because there's nothing to make it last. I love to hear people talk about what they're most passionate about, because that's when you see the person at their best.
Being happy does'nt mean that everything is perfect. It means you've decided to live life despite its imperfections. But i'm afraid of not having enough time, not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or even to be understood myself. I'm afraid of quick judgments and mistakes that everybody makes. you can't fix them without time.. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.
Through the years one of the important things in life that i've had to learn is not to be bitter over life's disappointments and to let go of the past and to not blame others because of the mistakes that oneself has made and recognize that every day won't be sunny.When i find myself lost in despair i remember its only in the night that you see stars and the stars is what leads you back home.
Also the good you do today people will often forget tommorow. You may live giving the world the best you have and it may never be enough but see the conclusion is only between you and it will always be you. Our thoughts are someone elses opinions.All successful people are big dreamers they dream
Happiness will never come to those who fail to pay attention and appreciate what they already have i recently had to realize that no matter what you go through or what troubles you may have had in the past they're are far more greater ones and when i realized that it impacted my life for the better.
As you grow old, you adapt many truths into your life. You discover things that you believe more than anything. Something that guides the way you think, walk, talk, and eat your food. They affect your choices; the things you accept and deny; the honesty we continously reject. The things we agree and disagree with. These things are the very root of our souls and the basis of our life.
By Heather Clark
I say things I know I shouldn't say and do things I know I shouldn't do. I judge I assume I stereotype I lie I cheat. Because I am human. And, sadly, you are human to stop judging on content and judge on concept, because the reason behind the actions are more important than the actions themselves.After all the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but what does that make the road to heaven?
You don't know? Well neither do I. The truth is that there isn't truth, and figuring that out is the first step to figuring ourselves out, which is the first step to nothing. Really, all there is to figure out is that there's nothing to figure out.
Who am I? Well, that's a good question and I don't know the answer. Who are you? That's an even better question and you don't know either.You get your life all lined up just the way you like it and then something beyond your control comes along and bumps you off center. How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it and say, 'Okay, now, stay like this.' But nothing stays the same.
For example, you grow up and you make friends then those friends move on and you lose those friends you go to college get yourself a degree, meet your significant other, fall in love then you get married after that you'll have a family and then you lose track of people, meet new ones, and sometimes you ask yourself why.
But all I can tell you is that every single experience you go through like this changed you in some way. Every new person who comes into your life changes you. Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you. It's your job to decide how. That is how character is developed.
Lifes also about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could never have been achieved otherwise.
During my life pain became such a big part of it that i expected for it to always be there. I could'nt have even remembered a time in my life when it wasn't.But one day i felt something else.Something that almost felt wrong. And at that moment i realized i was happy for the first time in a very long time.
Everyone regrets mistakes that they've made some are small like when you do a bad thing for a good reason.Some of us fight because of the regret we have with the past and sometimes we cover up the regret by swearing to change the wrong ways.But the biggest regrets in life our the ones in which we didn't do, like the things we didn't say or the certain things we should have done but didnt do especially when we can see the darkness surrounding around us.
The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand. And without them, happiness is only temporary because there's nothing to make it last. I love to hear people talk about what they're most passionate about, because that's when you see the person at their best.
Being happy does'nt mean that everything is perfect. It means you've decided to live life despite its imperfections. But i'm afraid of not having enough time, not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or even to be understood myself. I'm afraid of quick judgments and mistakes that everybody makes. you can't fix them without time.. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots instead of movies.
Through the years one of the important things in life that i've had to learn is not to be bitter over life's disappointments and to let go of the past and to not blame others because of the mistakes that oneself has made and recognize that every day won't be sunny.When i find myself lost in despair i remember its only in the night that you see stars and the stars is what leads you back home.
Also the good you do today people will often forget tommorow. You may live giving the world the best you have and it may never be enough but see the conclusion is only between you and it will always be you. Our thoughts are someone elses opinions.All successful people are big dreamers they dream
Happiness will never come to those who fail to pay attention and appreciate what they already have i recently had to realize that no matter what you go through or what troubles you may have had in the past they're are far more greater ones and when i realized that it impacted my life for the better.
As you grow old, you adapt many truths into your life. You discover things that you believe more than anything. Something that guides the way you think, walk, talk, and eat your food. They affect your choices; the things you accept and deny; the honesty we continously reject. The things we agree and disagree with. These things are the very root of our souls and the basis of our life.
By Heather Clark
i dont know.
I can't ever express what it is I need from people. most of the time I just desire to be alone in my fantasy world, but even this world has become too heavy. it's no longer freeing, it takes every bit of me and I'm suffocating. I've discovered parts of myself that I never knew existed. my needs have needs, pieces of my heart have seperated from each other. I'm no longer one person. I'm many different islands, islands that have all become deserted. there are times I long to be held.
I need someone to help me understand me, and what it is I really want, what I really need. what does each desire mean, what does each desire tell me about myself?
it's a shame how much I've let myself go. I almost don't recognize my reflection, and I know why that is. I know why I no longer feel whole. anything I ever felt before was nothing. I never knew the feeling of being lost, I never knew what it felt like to not understand people. I never realized how many people I couldn't reach, how many people don't and will never need me.
what is it that makes people not want any part of a person? what could make a person feel so indifferent that nothing has meaning or feeling? I thought there was good in everyone, I thought as humans we all had the desire to be understood and loved. I thought we all had the same desire to give. to give ourselves to someone so completely, we are free. but I realize I don't know as much as I thought. everything I believed wasn't true for most. I took a wrong turn in the road, but hopefully I can leave my mark and maybe this new path I forged will be the right one for someone, one in which no one is ever alone.
I need someone to help me understand me, and what it is I really want, what I really need. what does each desire mean, what does each desire tell me about myself?
it's a shame how much I've let myself go. I almost don't recognize my reflection, and I know why that is. I know why I no longer feel whole. anything I ever felt before was nothing. I never knew the feeling of being lost, I never knew what it felt like to not understand people. I never realized how many people I couldn't reach, how many people don't and will never need me.
what is it that makes people not want any part of a person? what could make a person feel so indifferent that nothing has meaning or feeling? I thought there was good in everyone, I thought as humans we all had the desire to be understood and loved. I thought we all had the same desire to give. to give ourselves to someone so completely, we are free. but I realize I don't know as much as I thought. everything I believed wasn't true for most. I took a wrong turn in the road, but hopefully I can leave my mark and maybe this new path I forged will be the right one for someone, one in which no one is ever alone.
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