It's your voice my ears strain to hear
It's your face my eyes always look for
It's your opinion my thoughts crave
It's your smile my jokes desire
It's you my heart wants
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Rawr. Note to self: Use in D4
"I know how you feel..."
"Well, darling, it's like someone's taken their bare hand and dug into my chest. Except for, it isn't a normal human hand because the nails are sort of like claws made of rusted metal. Well, they reach in there and grab my heart and just twist it around and break off all the little valve-y things. Then they start squeezing it ever so slowly. Then they begin crushing it until, finally, it's nothing more then dust which the hand then lets go so it might sprinkle over everything and pollute my system. Of course, after that, they can't just be done. Oh no, then they reach down and tear my soul out of my body. Then they just keep on clawing at it and ripping it until its nothing more then shreds and tatters. Afterward they throw the pieces on top of me like confetti, spit in my face, smile at me, and walk away leaving a gaping, bleeding, black hole in my chest. If you've felt that, then, yes, doll, you know how I feel."
"Well, darling, it's like someone's taken their bare hand and dug into my chest. Except for, it isn't a normal human hand because the nails are sort of like claws made of rusted metal. Well, they reach in there and grab my heart and just twist it around and break off all the little valve-y things. Then they start squeezing it ever so slowly. Then they begin crushing it until, finally, it's nothing more then dust which the hand then lets go so it might sprinkle over everything and pollute my system. Of course, after that, they can't just be done. Oh no, then they reach down and tear my soul out of my body. Then they just keep on clawing at it and ripping it until its nothing more then shreds and tatters. Afterward they throw the pieces on top of me like confetti, spit in my face, smile at me, and walk away leaving a gaping, bleeding, black hole in my chest. If you've felt that, then, yes, doll, you know how I feel."
Saturday, February 3, 2007
The 'L' Word
He's gone.
It's tearing me apart.
I say I just want to call him for closure. To hear him say good-bye.
But it's just because I want to hear him.
Nothingness, blackness in the wake of your disappearance.
Walk out on this life, it never mattered to you,
But, then, nothing ever did.
You wandered in confused to my dark and chaotic mess
A light in the dark I thought,
But that wasn't you.
Time passed, you sang the same old song.
But I watched your face,
And caught on.
I couldn't place the subtle tones of guilt.
I didn't know what it meant to me,
Until I forced the truth.
You and me were never friends, nothing really, to any end.
You just danced along to the music,
And hoped I'd change the song.
But out of spite and love I stubbornly kept around.
You kept trying to lose me,
It never went to plan.
Now you think I'll stop this craziness.
I'll stop throwing out this love,
But you're no waste.
I don't know if it's over now, if you'll never call again.
Rest assured this heart doesn't change,
I'll always be around.
I am slowly beginning to believe that I am incapable of writing completely bitter poetry.
I wonder if the last three versus are too ill fitting though.
Does it sound better like this?:
Nothingness, blackness in the wake of your disappearance.
Walk out on this life, it never mattered to you,
But, then, nothing ever did.
You wandered in confused to my dark and chaotic mess
A light in the dark I thought,
But that wasn't you.
Time passed, you sang the same old song.
But I watched your face,
And caught on.
I couldn't place the subtle tones of guilt.
I didn't know what it meant to me,
Until I forced the truth.
You and me were never friends, nothing really, to any end.
You just danced along to the music,
And hoped I'd change the song.
It's tearing me apart.
I say I just want to call him for closure. To hear him say good-bye.
But it's just because I want to hear him.
Nothingness, blackness in the wake of your disappearance.
Walk out on this life, it never mattered to you,
But, then, nothing ever did.
You wandered in confused to my dark and chaotic mess
A light in the dark I thought,
But that wasn't you.
Time passed, you sang the same old song.
But I watched your face,
And caught on.
I couldn't place the subtle tones of guilt.
I didn't know what it meant to me,
Until I forced the truth.
You and me were never friends, nothing really, to any end.
You just danced along to the music,
And hoped I'd change the song.
But out of spite and love I stubbornly kept around.
You kept trying to lose me,
It never went to plan.
Now you think I'll stop this craziness.
I'll stop throwing out this love,
But you're no waste.
I don't know if it's over now, if you'll never call again.
Rest assured this heart doesn't change,
I'll always be around.
I am slowly beginning to believe that I am incapable of writing completely bitter poetry.
I wonder if the last three versus are too ill fitting though.
Does it sound better like this?:
Nothingness, blackness in the wake of your disappearance.
Walk out on this life, it never mattered to you,
But, then, nothing ever did.
You wandered in confused to my dark and chaotic mess
A light in the dark I thought,
But that wasn't you.
Time passed, you sang the same old song.
But I watched your face,
And caught on.
I couldn't place the subtle tones of guilt.
I didn't know what it meant to me,
Until I forced the truth.
You and me were never friends, nothing really, to any end.
You just danced along to the music,
And hoped I'd change the song.
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