How many times do I have to try to tell you that I'm sorry for the things I've done?
When I start to try to tell you, that's when you have to tell me "Hey, this kind of trouble's only just begun."
I tell myself to many times "Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut?"
That's why it hurts to hear the words that keep on falling from your mouth...
Falling from your mouth...falling your mouth..
Tell me, why...
Please tell me, why?
I may be mad, I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard it said that you'd be better off besides....
Why can't you see that this boat is sinking?
Let's go down to the water's edge and we can cast away those doubts...
Some things are better left unsaid...but they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out...turning inside out
Tell me, why...
Please tell me, why?
This is the book I never read, these are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread, these are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread, and these are the tears, the tears we shed
This is the fear, this is the tread and these are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent, and this is what they represent
And do you know how I feel?
Cause I don't think you know...I don't think you'll ever know...
You'll never why..
-Originally by Annie Lennox/Covered by Kelly Clarkson in 2005.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
October 20, 2005
An Attempt
this may be exactly what i've waited for
the silence of treading water
with eyes closed and chlorine's whisper
i dance with the sharpening chill
and crave a big finish
then she crashes into the forbidden story
a tale of loss and sweet symphony
this time i am prepared for her wailing cry for help
i will not infer this day, no
i must use my strength to fend off the harmonies
i open my eyes to a dank and sundanced palace
this is the end she says
and i oblige realizing that all strength is gone
hers now, i linger never to rejoice
never again to tread with leisure
the only ending is the faint, trembling, familiar beckon
in the distance
this may be exactly what i've waited for
the silence of treading water
with eyes closed and chlorine's whisper
i dance with the sharpening chill
and crave a big finish
then she crashes into the forbidden story
a tale of loss and sweet symphony
this time i am prepared for her wailing cry for help
i will not infer this day, no
i must use my strength to fend off the harmonies
i open my eyes to a dank and sundanced palace
this is the end she says
and i oblige realizing that all strength is gone
hers now, i linger never to rejoice
never again to tread with leisure
the only ending is the faint, trembling, familiar beckon
in the distance
January 2, 2005
Progression
He looks at her and wanders
He sees the music and sings
The wearisome trench of some malevolence
The dagger in place
Then he reaches out
And the petal falls
Her eyes close
And she is reborn
An entity pure
Lost, and tentative
Left with the meandering switch of darkness
And the nicotine leaves stains
On her psychedelic existence
The drugs age her adolescent soul
This time he sees more than before
Now he does not wander
He just stares at what he once loved
And smiles with anguish and gluttony
This epiphany un-thought
This memory seemingly doubtful
Covered with the yellow sparkles
And the dreary ruby that turns out the lights
Goodnight
He looks at her and wanders
He sees the music and sings
The wearisome trench of some malevolence
The dagger in place
Then he reaches out
And the petal falls
Her eyes close
And she is reborn
An entity pure
Lost, and tentative
Left with the meandering switch of darkness
And the nicotine leaves stains
On her psychedelic existence
The drugs age her adolescent soul
This time he sees more than before
Now he does not wander
He just stares at what he once loved
And smiles with anguish and gluttony
This epiphany un-thought
This memory seemingly doubtful
Covered with the yellow sparkles
And the dreary ruby that turns out the lights
Goodnight
January 29, 2006
The Cleansing
I only have one thing left to say
And your life is what they make nightmares with
You're who they call when they want to scare the children home
The sickening reaper to repair the hordes of joy and zeal
Only cracking drips of sand can cry their ducts dry
Only those with no sign of a soul can look at you
Without wanting to scream
Dare me to spring off of your treachery and lies
Warn me before you screech my misconstrued words
This could be drawn in jealousy or weakness
You won't float with heroes and saints
...not even the murderers and hell-beasts
A special haven awaits your final gaze
To surprise you with it's maniacal laugh
I will watch your downfall, that looms near...
It's only fitting...only fair...
I only have one thing left to say
And your life is what they make nightmares with
You're who they call when they want to scare the children home
The sickening reaper to repair the hordes of joy and zeal
Only cracking drips of sand can cry their ducts dry
Only those with no sign of a soul can look at you
Without wanting to scream
Dare me to spring off of your treachery and lies
Warn me before you screech my misconstrued words
This could be drawn in jealousy or weakness
You won't float with heroes and saints
...not even the murderers and hell-beasts
A special haven awaits your final gaze
To surprise you with it's maniacal laugh
I will watch your downfall, that looms near...
It's only fitting...only fair...
April 2, 2004
Passion
What would be without passion?
Dead souls, dead hearts
We would be free though
Free, from what you did to me
Silence stalks me in my sleep
I awake and realize you were here
What would be without passion?
Dreary mind, dreary lives
We wouldn't be able to forgive the lies
The lies that she told me
Only trying to help
Met a fate that she didn't deserve
What would be without passion?
Killing time, killing space
We would be able to fight though
Fight the ones we love
And I could have done to you, what you did to her
I stand by the burial
There for the person who cared for her most
What would be without passion?
We would be soulless, heartless, lifeless, mindless
We would be you
What would be without passion?
Dead souls, dead hearts
We would be free though
Free, from what you did to me
Silence stalks me in my sleep
I awake and realize you were here
What would be without passion?
Dreary mind, dreary lives
We wouldn't be able to forgive the lies
The lies that she told me
Only trying to help
Met a fate that she didn't deserve
What would be without passion?
Killing time, killing space
We would be able to fight though
Fight the ones we love
And I could have done to you, what you did to her
I stand by the burial
There for the person who cared for her most
What would be without passion?
We would be soulless, heartless, lifeless, mindless
We would be you
February 27, 2004
Lie to Me
"Lie to me," I said
"The good guys are always stalwart and true
No imperfection
No dark side
They always make the flawless choices
They always live the most virtuous lives
The good guys are the people that everyone envies"
She said this to me with a blank stare
"Lie to me," I said
"The bad guys always are easily distinguished by their pointy horns, or black hats
You will always realize when their dark legions loom near
It's obvious to know who is a friend or who is a foe
No one is ever betrayed
No one is ever lift behind
Because the bad guys would never mask themselves as good"
She said this with an expression I could not read
"Lie to me," I said
"The hero always wins
That's the way it is supposed to be
There is always some inevitable solution
That is easy to attain
No one ever dies
And the good guys always live happily ever-after"
She said this as we were walking away
I only had one reply
"Liar."
"Lie to me," I said
"The good guys are always stalwart and true
No imperfection
No dark side
They always make the flawless choices
They always live the most virtuous lives
The good guys are the people that everyone envies"
She said this to me with a blank stare
"Lie to me," I said
"The bad guys always are easily distinguished by their pointy horns, or black hats
You will always realize when their dark legions loom near
It's obvious to know who is a friend or who is a foe
No one is ever betrayed
No one is ever lift behind
Because the bad guys would never mask themselves as good"
She said this with an expression I could not read
"Lie to me," I said
"The hero always wins
That's the way it is supposed to be
There is always some inevitable solution
That is easy to attain
No one ever dies
And the good guys always live happily ever-after"
She said this as we were walking away
I only had one reply
"Liar."
May 7, 2004
Nocturne
I'm over you and all that you had to offer
A distinct ruin in the mass of the dead
Just like we ended so many moons ago...
Cold and starry nights
The ray of light brings me to a bitter sleep
The newspaper print is hard to read
The meaning, too damp to be clear
Through these cold and blanketless nights
I am gasping for air, can you hear my desperate breaths?
I'm waiting for someone to save me, will you save me?
Or let me suffocate in this gas leak of love
Whatever you do
Hear me
Save me
Lessons learned
Wasted on young love
Wasted on a feeling
More dead than an autumn leaf
More alive than a springtime songbird
Through the days of the creek
When things seemed so right
Long for the days in the fields
When the dandelion air
Shimmered with grace
I'm letting go, losing grip
On purpose
Intentional
Worrying is no concern of mine
Sleeping is the only nocturnal wonder
This nocturnal wonder
----------
Crawl
Running with the rain
Running with the tide
Running with the sand and flies
Running with the ground
Halted with the one time occurrence
Halted with the stare
Halted with the frightening glance
Just another scare
What happened?
--------
The Design
A cotton thread
A mark of the dead
Journey lies
Here in the sand
The correct function
Does not touch
The flailing slumber
Only crumbles
As a glass window
Holds together through
Rocks and force
And the mime speaks
Through silence and loss
The false presumption
The lesser being
The mime, the glass
All together
Nothing lasts
I'm over you and all that you had to offer
A distinct ruin in the mass of the dead
Just like we ended so many moons ago...
Cold and starry nights
The ray of light brings me to a bitter sleep
The newspaper print is hard to read
The meaning, too damp to be clear
Through these cold and blanketless nights
I am gasping for air, can you hear my desperate breaths?
I'm waiting for someone to save me, will you save me?
Or let me suffocate in this gas leak of love
Whatever you do
Hear me
Save me
Lessons learned
Wasted on young love
Wasted on a feeling
More dead than an autumn leaf
More alive than a springtime songbird
Through the days of the creek
When things seemed so right
Long for the days in the fields
When the dandelion air
Shimmered with grace
I'm letting go, losing grip
On purpose
Intentional
Worrying is no concern of mine
Sleeping is the only nocturnal wonder
This nocturnal wonder
----------
Crawl
Running with the rain
Running with the tide
Running with the sand and flies
Running with the ground
Halted with the one time occurrence
Halted with the stare
Halted with the frightening glance
Just another scare
What happened?
--------
The Design
A cotton thread
A mark of the dead
Journey lies
Here in the sand
The correct function
Does not touch
The flailing slumber
Only crumbles
As a glass window
Holds together through
Rocks and force
And the mime speaks
Through silence and loss
The false presumption
The lesser being
The mime, the glass
All together
Nothing lasts
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