Just go ahead and do it.
Leave me like everyone else is.
Since apparently, it's the only way anyone could ever get over me.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Love or Loneliness
When the water rushes atop the land we live on,
I will be there to hold your hand when we're washed away.
When everything we've ever loved and known is gone,
I will be there to help you rebuild it someday.
Sometimes I wonder when we will disappear.
Will it be with you or will I be alone again?
I ask that you never leave without me, my dear.
I don't ever want to be abandoned with other men.
If you do decide I'm not enough, who is it that will you find?
Will it be a beautiful maiden with daffodil hair?
Or will it be an intelligent girl that's so kind?
It doesn't matter because it'd always be unfair
Unfair to me and the things I do,
And unfair to the genuine way I love you.
I will be there to hold your hand when we're washed away.
When everything we've ever loved and known is gone,
I will be there to help you rebuild it someday.
Sometimes I wonder when we will disappear.
Will it be with you or will I be alone again?
I ask that you never leave without me, my dear.
I don't ever want to be abandoned with other men.
If you do decide I'm not enough, who is it that will you find?
Will it be a beautiful maiden with daffodil hair?
Or will it be an intelligent girl that's so kind?
It doesn't matter because it'd always be unfair
Unfair to me and the things I do,
And unfair to the genuine way I love you.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Introduction. Artists. Continuum
I like how the previous songs don't stop immediately when I reach the next.
It's like they don't want to stop playing, even when the page is complete and the song stops. When I go back one page, the song starts up immediately. The volume doesn't build up, the instruments don't go out of sync or lose track of where they started. They just begin where they left off, which could be the last two seconds, or the beginning two seconds. You never remember which instrument was able to be heard last.
But adding two songs that work together into the same video is lovely. The right knowledge, the right words with present regrets. Saying words that mean the opposite of what you speak.
Nothing. Something.
Better. Worse.
Good. Bad.
End. Beginning.
You never know what you're talking about, but these songs speak for themselves.
The song is An Introduction. All Introductions. It's Artist. Artists.
"I say all the right words but I still have regrets."
"All of us got these broken dreams,
a fractured love over drugs that scream about
forcing yourself to do what you want."
Please.
It's like they don't want to stop playing, even when the page is complete and the song stops. When I go back one page, the song starts up immediately. The volume doesn't build up, the instruments don't go out of sync or lose track of where they started. They just begin where they left off, which could be the last two seconds, or the beginning two seconds. You never remember which instrument was able to be heard last.
But adding two songs that work together into the same video is lovely. The right knowledge, the right words with present regrets. Saying words that mean the opposite of what you speak.
Nothing. Something.
Better. Worse.
Good. Bad.
End. Beginning.
You never know what you're talking about, but these songs speak for themselves.
The song is An Introduction. All Introductions. It's Artist. Artists.
"I say all the right words but I still have regrets."
"All of us got these broken dreams,
a fractured love over drugs that scream about
forcing yourself to do what you want."
Please.
His
His conviction made me tremble
His words poured through the phone like a black plague
It increased the throbbing in my temples
and it made our supposed future more and more vague
Honey, I overestimated us and what we had
I loved you like the world loves power
But that makes this love much more bad,
coming with sacrifice and makes sweetness sour
The first "I love you" came when we were found out
I never meant for bad things to happen
And make you wonder what I was about,
in the end making the enforcers win
For us to be apart is what I never wanted,
But in the end, what we had is just forgotten
[Inspired by the end of us.]
His words poured through the phone like a black plague
It increased the throbbing in my temples
and it made our supposed future more and more vague
Honey, I overestimated us and what we had
I loved you like the world loves power
But that makes this love much more bad,
coming with sacrifice and makes sweetness sour
The first "I love you" came when we were found out
I never meant for bad things to happen
And make you wonder what I was about,
in the end making the enforcers win
For us to be apart is what I never wanted,
But in the end, what we had is just forgotten
[Inspired by the end of us.]
First Sonnet: Dreams
How do we escape the grasps of reality?
Within dreams, impossibilities cease to exist
Though it's fake and desired in actuality
Its wishes and illusions are too good to resist
Love is rejected and shamed in real life
Its problems and devotion too much to keep
While the pain stabs hearts just like a knife,
dreams keep the drama from going too deep
The dream plays out better than the real thing
and it takes a choke-hold on the lover,
whose mind takes the sadness and joy it brings
and uses it just like a secure cover
But when our eyes are wide open and we wake,
our dreams are then temporary and fake
[Inspired by my past need to constantly be asleep. 2/15/10]
Within dreams, impossibilities cease to exist
Though it's fake and desired in actuality
Its wishes and illusions are too good to resist
Love is rejected and shamed in real life
Its problems and devotion too much to keep
While the pain stabs hearts just like a knife,
dreams keep the drama from going too deep
The dream plays out better than the real thing
and it takes a choke-hold on the lover,
whose mind takes the sadness and joy it brings
and uses it just like a secure cover
But when our eyes are wide open and we wake,
our dreams are then temporary and fake
[Inspired by my past need to constantly be asleep. 2/15/10]
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