Blank faces make perfect masquerades
Soulless lovers dance
Other envy the parade
All hoping for one chance
Vivid colors, diamonds galore
Hopeful glances, begging to get what they are asking for
Mindless chatter
Leads to the forbidden bed
Glass shatters
As they try to regain their head
A waste of time
A waste of cologne
Clowns, brutes, and mimes
All reasons to go home
A flirtatious touch
A sensual glare
The drinks become to much
For the broken hearts to bear
Stumbling towards the door
An akward goonight
As she falls to the floor
He whispers things will be alright
Monday, March 24, 2008
The mighty fall hard
Blank expressions line the fogged windows
Faces pressed to the glass
Horror, anguish, terror
Their heart drops
Watching their hero fall from the heavens
Realizing the vulnerability
They gaze on
Praying this is all a dream
Their false sense of hope
Now diminished
Their trust
Now scarce
They look to each other
Who will step upWho will fill the role of their God
Loss of faith
Loss of love
Loss of a hero
Once again
Oh how the mighty have fallen
Faces pressed to the glass
Horror, anguish, terror
Their heart drops
Watching their hero fall from the heavens
Realizing the vulnerability
They gaze on
Praying this is all a dream
Their false sense of hope
Now diminished
Their trust
Now scarce
They look to each other
Who will step upWho will fill the role of their God
Loss of faith
Loss of love
Loss of a hero
Once again
Oh how the mighty have fallen
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Living life to the fullest
The world is a twisted place. There is good, then bad. Uplifting, and destroying. Walking on this earth, I have seen so many things.
Love, Hate, War, Pain, Joy, and Doubt.
So many times people take life for granted, they 'live life to the fullest'. But when exactly is life full?
When I was driving to the visitation last night, I spotted a homeless man, the typical character. Shaggy-looking, no shoes, what looked to be a hand me down shirt, and shorts with numerous holes. His face not shaven, and his hair grown long and white, speckled with grey. His eyes dull, lifeless, it was a look of hopelessness. I watched the man gaze at the passing cars, almost praying that one would just throw a little bit of change his way. My eyes started to tear up, as I looked on, thinking of how that mans life had gone. I thought about his mother, his childhood, maybe even his own family. I thought about the rich, the ones sitting at home right now, the ones out to dinner with their loved ones. I thought about all these things, then I directed my mind back to the man.
Thank God, that this was one of those annoying lights that took a half an hour for the light to change, otherwise I would have some angry drivers behind me. But that is why driving is one of my favorite things to do, you see humans in there natural vulnerable state.
Finally the light turned green, and I of course sped off, but my heart literally hurt from not helping the old man. All of a sudden, it seemed that everything that had happened lately hit me at once, and I started to cry. I cried about everything, from school, to erins dad, to dead friends, to death period. I thought of every funeral I have ever went to, and how annoyed I was when people said to me "At least he is with God now," in my head I wanted to scream "They aren't with me!"
Humans are naturally selfish. I never want anything to happen to my friends or family, but seeing my best friend go throught one of the most horrific things anyone can go through, I am growing cynical.
Lawrence Berry was an amazing man, everytime I would see Erin, I would talk to her Dad. He was the kindest, sweetest man and this world was blessed to have him. To see him taken away from this world so young, just makes me doubt everything I once fully believed.
Tying my thoughts back to the homeless man, I thought of what he has done great. Did he have a family too? Why is he standing on the corner when there are so many corrupt people in this world getting whatever their heart desires.
I would kill to find my faith again, but lately I just can't concentrate on the good in life anymore.
How do I live life to the fullest, if it can never be full?
Love, Hate, War, Pain, Joy, and Doubt.
So many times people take life for granted, they 'live life to the fullest'. But when exactly is life full?
When I was driving to the visitation last night, I spotted a homeless man, the typical character. Shaggy-looking, no shoes, what looked to be a hand me down shirt, and shorts with numerous holes. His face not shaven, and his hair grown long and white, speckled with grey. His eyes dull, lifeless, it was a look of hopelessness. I watched the man gaze at the passing cars, almost praying that one would just throw a little bit of change his way. My eyes started to tear up, as I looked on, thinking of how that mans life had gone. I thought about his mother, his childhood, maybe even his own family. I thought about the rich, the ones sitting at home right now, the ones out to dinner with their loved ones. I thought about all these things, then I directed my mind back to the man.
Thank God, that this was one of those annoying lights that took a half an hour for the light to change, otherwise I would have some angry drivers behind me. But that is why driving is one of my favorite things to do, you see humans in there natural vulnerable state.
Finally the light turned green, and I of course sped off, but my heart literally hurt from not helping the old man. All of a sudden, it seemed that everything that had happened lately hit me at once, and I started to cry. I cried about everything, from school, to erins dad, to dead friends, to death period. I thought of every funeral I have ever went to, and how annoyed I was when people said to me "At least he is with God now," in my head I wanted to scream "They aren't with me!"
Humans are naturally selfish. I never want anything to happen to my friends or family, but seeing my best friend go throught one of the most horrific things anyone can go through, I am growing cynical.
Lawrence Berry was an amazing man, everytime I would see Erin, I would talk to her Dad. He was the kindest, sweetest man and this world was blessed to have him. To see him taken away from this world so young, just makes me doubt everything I once fully believed.
Tying my thoughts back to the homeless man, I thought of what he has done great. Did he have a family too? Why is he standing on the corner when there are so many corrupt people in this world getting whatever their heart desires.
I would kill to find my faith again, but lately I just can't concentrate on the good in life anymore.
How do I live life to the fullest, if it can never be full?
Waiting on my heart to change
Hopelessly falling
Into your arms
No fear at all
As I fall so far
Until I hit the ground
And become numb
You said that in the darkness
There will be light
But as I cry out your name
You are nowhere to be found
I wish I could take back
All that I ever did
Trusting you
And your eternalness
Tears stream down my face
Realizing that my whole life
Was based on a false reality
Concentrating on the loud silence
I recollect my thoughts
Of when there was no silence
And there was no doubt
You were there
I was here
And now you are gone
But I am waiting to return
Into your arms
No fear at all
As I fall so far
Until I hit the ground
And become numb
You said that in the darkness
There will be light
But as I cry out your name
You are nowhere to be found
I wish I could take back
All that I ever did
Trusting you
And your eternalness
Tears stream down my face
Realizing that my whole life
Was based on a false reality
Concentrating on the loud silence
I recollect my thoughts
Of when there was no silence
And there was no doubt
You were there
I was here
And now you are gone
But I am waiting to return
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Sorrow of the Morning
The night is still
A calm has fallen down upon the world, no fights, no screams, only silence
My eyes glance out in to the distance, trying to find any sign of movement
Nothingness
The world has become an abyss
The only sound I can hear is that of my own heart, beating nice and slow
My breathing becomes irregular, as if growing claustrophobic from the lack of noise
The world seems to be caving in
And that tiny form of alleviation is starting to disperse along with the stars
Light raises over top the trees
Almost looking as if they are on fire
Suddenly, the earth becomes restless
Interrupted by the uproar of morning
My concentration is disconnected
As my eyes start to bounce from the blaze of light to the dark sky
The night being pushed away
Slivers of the shadows being cast out
All secrets forced to be seen
At the sight of the new morning
There comes despair
The fact that yesterday was not a dream
Thrusting acceptance of the day upon you
Another sunrise
Another day
Another chance to make mistakes
A calm has fallen down upon the world, no fights, no screams, only silence
My eyes glance out in to the distance, trying to find any sign of movement
Nothingness
The world has become an abyss
The only sound I can hear is that of my own heart, beating nice and slow
My breathing becomes irregular, as if growing claustrophobic from the lack of noise
The world seems to be caving in
And that tiny form of alleviation is starting to disperse along with the stars
Light raises over top the trees
Almost looking as if they are on fire
Suddenly, the earth becomes restless
Interrupted by the uproar of morning
My concentration is disconnected
As my eyes start to bounce from the blaze of light to the dark sky
The night being pushed away
Slivers of the shadows being cast out
All secrets forced to be seen
At the sight of the new morning
There comes despair
The fact that yesterday was not a dream
Thrusting acceptance of the day upon you
Another sunrise
Another day
Another chance to make mistakes
Friday, March 14, 2008
Sandy Shores
My eyes gaze off onto the horizon, searching for your tall sails. A cold sea breeze blows gently against my skirt, as if pushing me away. The sun sets again, just like it has done since the beginning of time. But this sunset, this closing of the day, fills me with despair. I try to direct my mind to a happier place, when you held me in your arms and whispered things will be okay. Unfortunately, that was a long time ago, before you sailed away into that grace-capped morning. Now I stay on this sandy shore waiting for you to return. The sun dies again, and I am left with not even my own shadow. I remember those eyes, those stormy green eyes, reminding me of the ocean. Are you still watching me? Because I feel a presence, as if someone is here, on this shore with me. The breeze pushes again, except now vehemently, and I can't help to feel that you want me to go. You want me to move on. I fight the wind, as sand beats my skin, not ready to give up on you. For without you my dear, I'm miserable at best.
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