It came like a storm
no one could prepare for such a nightmare
The flame, you adore
could light up a house or quickly burn it down
Passed out from the smoke
you never thought it would do such damage
No doubt, you will cope
times like these eventually pass away
but lately buildings have collapsed
and we might never make it back
All for the cost of pulling out the lost
You won't ever know
the many things that can rise out of ashes
They don't ever grow
People stare but everyone passes by
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
'For Love'
Stopped writing about your heroes cause they
burned down the right to keep believing
Should have known that your tomorrow
would spark the start of everyone's leaving
But I'll sink in what you say
because words are all okay
And Time will prove the change
you made on yesterday
Canopies are falling
and you are stuck there calling
a warning to keep love at bay
Hearts twisted in goodbyes
will never see a sunrise
But you swear it'll be okay
And promises are made to be broken
let's hope that doesn't apply here
God only knows the pain we all feel
and truth is a step away from near
But we'll keep a steady gaze
meet you on a cloudy day
And we'll miss the danger
Oh, we'll sink in what you say
Retrace the pristine footsteps
all is clean and well kept
you didn't see the dirt you walked on
till the very ground you had was gone
burned down the right to keep believing
Should have known that your tomorrow
would spark the start of everyone's leaving
But I'll sink in what you say
because words are all okay
And Time will prove the change
you made on yesterday
Canopies are falling
and you are stuck there calling
a warning to keep love at bay
Hearts twisted in goodbyes
will never see a sunrise
But you swear it'll be okay
And promises are made to be broken
let's hope that doesn't apply here
God only knows the pain we all feel
and truth is a step away from near
But we'll keep a steady gaze
meet you on a cloudy day
And we'll miss the danger
Oh, we'll sink in what you say
Retrace the pristine footsteps
all is clean and well kept
you didn't see the dirt you walked on
till the very ground you had was gone
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I do enjoy ranting.
five minutes to midnight sounds like a song title.
I bet you 10 dollars it is.
HA, THAT'S RIGHT. 10 dollars please.
I had to look up the words "5 minutes to midnight" to discover that it's a song.
you may notice now that I am not even a moderate Boys like Girls fan.
love drrrrunkkkk s word blahblahblah, creative right?
no.
okay fine, it's a catchy song.
oh wait, who ever changed the world with a catchy song?
that's right, JUSTIN BIEBER. <-- don't really care if I spelled that right.
but how long will he last? dear Jesus, if "artists" like him become the good ole classics 50 years from today, could you just take me now?
uh, I guess "Jesus Loves Me" is a catchy song, but, its the combination of catchy & meaningful that made it go so far right? ... I think so..
I completely understand that 2 people will read this.
you, one of the dear two people, must understand that I love dissing anything and then subsequently taking it back.
Furthermore, when duty calls one must answer, correct? I feel it is my duty as of this moment to gush out the above statements.
I'm not completely sure how many times the last sentence changed tense.
I really don't appreciate that row of books that periodically slips into a near horizontal position. The whole predicament threatens to shove me into a mood wherein I would tear all the books off the shelf, laugh because gravity can no longer have its way with the lousy collaborations of paper, then slump over and pick up the books before dad advises me to do it.
I bet you 10 dollars it is.
HA, THAT'S RIGHT. 10 dollars please.
I had to look up the words "5 minutes to midnight" to discover that it's a song.
you may notice now that I am not even a moderate Boys like Girls fan.
love drrrrunkkkk s word blahblahblah, creative right?
no.
okay fine, it's a catchy song.
oh wait, who ever changed the world with a catchy song?
that's right, JUSTIN BIEBER. <-- don't really care if I spelled that right.
but how long will he last? dear Jesus, if "artists" like him become the good ole classics 50 years from today, could you just take me now?
uh, I guess "Jesus Loves Me" is a catchy song, but, its the combination of catchy & meaningful that made it go so far right? ... I think so..
I completely understand that 2 people will read this.
you, one of the dear two people, must understand that I love dissing anything and then subsequently taking it back.
Furthermore, when duty calls one must answer, correct? I feel it is my duty as of this moment to gush out the above statements.
I'm not completely sure how many times the last sentence changed tense.
I really don't appreciate that row of books that periodically slips into a near horizontal position. The whole predicament threatens to shove me into a mood wherein I would tear all the books off the shelf, laugh because gravity can no longer have its way with the lousy collaborations of paper, then slump over and pick up the books before dad advises me to do it.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
We All Have Stories
She walked a narrow path
through the trees
Till she stopped at one
and decided she was hungry
She turned around
and saw her trail
She perceived a host gathering
and then she fell
No matter what, make sure you breathe
and you'll be... fine
A little rose
fell down with her
She grabbed its stem
it gave a little shudder
it wilted, but for the first time, she felt alive...
No matter what, make sure you breathe
and you might be fine
She stopped herself
and wondered why
why this hand of hers
made a flower die
In the end you know, this shadow
will make it's way back to where it came from
but you will only see the light
if you open your eyes
through the trees
Till she stopped at one
and decided she was hungry
She turned around
and saw her trail
She perceived a host gathering
and then she fell
No matter what, make sure you breathe
and you'll be... fine
A little rose
fell down with her
She grabbed its stem
it gave a little shudder
it wilted, but for the first time, she felt alive...
No matter what, make sure you breathe
and you might be fine
She stopped herself
and wondered why
why this hand of hers
made a flower die
In the end you know, this shadow
will make it's way back to where it came from
but you will only see the light
if you open your eyes
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