Self-ImprovementShe worked the day away. Night came quickly and it was apparent to her that relaxation was approaching soon. She would soon be driven away, lost in her thoughts. He'll be next to her, but he won't receive a thing, 'cause she's so distant. And she's always sad, even though she drowns in singing. He gives her so much and she knows this, but she'll still keep on, knowing he is better and deserves better, but she would rather deny that and maintain her misery. Nothing could be as cold as her own December, and she rejoices in it. She holds on for dear life and doesn't let go. She's writing the same jaded sentences that get her nowhere. Sh
MistakenThe truth was told in lies.You all had alibis.I tried to cut the ties.I thought that it was wise.But you all proved me wrong.So I drown myself in song.Someday I'll be gone.I won't be here for long.You'll regret the day we met.It's too late, my plans are set.I don't bother to regret.Life's too short to use a net.I dream all this is done, Just a shot fired from a gunFor someone else's fun,The dawning of the sun.That's how this will stay.It was meant to be this way.Maybe you will see one dayThe price I had to pay.I wish I had said goodbye.I could have seen those bastards cry.Instead, though, here I lie
SomedayWhile walking along the beach one day,A handsome man came and whisked me away.He rode a white horse with a soft, golden tailAnd told me to hold on through the wind's heavy gales.He wore a white T-shirt and blue baggy jeans,And I hoped in his castle he would make me the queen.My arms locked around his waistAnd when he kissed me--such a wonderful taste.Where he came from I just didn't care,As long as he returned, taking me there.After a ride that was much too long,He helped me off his horse, so strong.I then turned around and discovered in aweA castle--twenty-five stories and more I saw.He took my hand, led me up to
The Twisted Ramblings of a...I guess I was lost. That's the best explanation I can give for the situation I'm in. I'm sorry that the best explanation I can come up with is only a vague conception of a snapshot of me in a specific place and time, but I never really was good with words. The floor is shiny and clean, but sitting here is freezing my ass. Can I make any logical sense from the fact that I'm sitting in this empty house, (save for the furniture), in the middle of the floor? No, I guess not. Do I have the energy to stand? Yes. Are there things I'd rather be doing? Not really. I enjoy this. Are there things I should be doing? Yes, but aren'
TurbulenceHere it comes again, Babe.Tighten your grip 'cause I feel it rushing over.I feel the warmth of your neck on my face.You comfort me as it buries its way in.My fingers grip the skin of your arm,Thanking you for being here.My eyes squint, pushing tears back from the red carpet.I'm afraid to move...Here it comes.I'm so sorry...I stand up in the purple-streaked void.It's so silent in here.The colors swirl,Pinks, blacks, dark purples, thin slivers of yellow.I feel like a kid again as I stare.My bare feet walk forward, the gauze of my dress kissing my ankles.I see it, in the distance, the small rectangle of white.As