Driving here and there, the train--
It's coming to get me, I swear it!
And as I sit by the train tracks, the butterflies--
They are migrating back up north.
I know they are after me, too.
Swimming In You
Where does the sky go at night?
Where does the wind take you?
I sat here wondering about you
And the only things I wanted to know
Was that you were the sky and wind.
Where does the sun go at night?
Where does the rain take you?
I danced in the field, the one you love so much
And imagined dancing with you thinking
It all ends too fast.
Where do the clouds go at night?
Where do the cries of birds take you?
I sat up here in my room thinking of how much I loved you
but you had to be taken away from me because
I let you go.
Where does the lightening go at night?
Where does the thunder take you?
I let you go because you wanted to fly higher
I tried to hold on tight but
You flew away from me.
Where does the earthquake go at night?
Where does the hurricane take you?
Up and far away from me that's where.
There and over is where.
I'll be waiting here for you.
Disappearing Innocence
Much to my dismay, you chose a path
With a promise that you broke today.
Ill-fated and overplayed,
my memories of childhood on replay.
We grew up knowing innocence;
taken apart, later; don't trust the appearance.
Promises made when sugar plums and candy drops
were how we knew the world, drinking soda pops.
Empty rooms that swing their doors open with
Empty voices from paternal wars
We grew up too fast, our lifes much to vast...
I always knew that good things never last.
With decisions on the raise, memories gone,
Promises broken, this is how our fates were drawn.
Then someone who tried to understand your space
Took you away from the silence I can't erase.
Today you went away, with little emotion on display,
much to my dismay, just like a good cat gone stray.
Like Dreams, Like Trees
Nov. 16th, 2006 at 9:39 AM
There once was a girl who had a dream,
A dream to do something big.
She closed her eyes and wished real hard
That her dreams would not be a twig.
(snap!)
What would she do? Years past and
She was so afraid to admit it,
That she was thinking of it so intently.
So, she just laid there with the thought to commit...
(suicide)
But remember she did, about herself that
This was a child once full of dreams.
And now there was nothing more for her
But to run into the middle of a field and scream
(aah!)
She had found a big tree in the middle of the field
She had a rope in hand, she had checked.
From a thick twig she wrapped the rope around that end
and like her dreams she hung from her neck
(snap!)
Here I am Again
I had a dream last night that I was running
Away from something, I don't know what it was
But every corner I turned there was a white wall.
So, I kept running. I don't know from what or who
But all I know was that I kept running.
And here I am again... At the same white wall.
I would keep running, turning walls, cutting corners,
With memories that focused everything on me.
And I just kept running because I believed that
I would find you somehow, and
I kept on running into different types of memories.
Some of the memories were old,
Some of the memories were new.
So, I just kept on running again to find myself
At the same white wall again.
Dismal Array
You say to me that it seems like eternity for you
As the sky comes crashing down to the ground.
I turn around then shrug my shoulders,
and I say: "Weren't we here all along?"
I guess the pictures on the wall never made sense.
Mundane World
Here at work, I feel the pale blue walls cling on to the crude space. This window. I know it too well. The window points out to the hallway. The room across the way is always dark. They say this building was hexed before they moved in. It used to be a morgue. The ground is unstabble and water leeks through the ceiling in this other room that's big. No one has their office in there. It's almost a storage place. It has the biggest windows. Perfect for the CEO's homage. But nothing is in there besides a peice of luggage. A mystery to us all. The office I'm in is affectionately referred to as the "revolving door" office. Because everyone comes and goes. I'm surprised that I've been able to stay this long.
Long, stressful hours, filled with faked smiles and forced moods of happiness and enderment. I hope it ends soon.
Life Will Go On
Dear Mother,
Did you know you ruin my life?
Dear Father,
Did you know that I can understand all your lies?
I can't find the answers to these riddles
I can only find deciete under your nails
I can only dig this far
I can't find the sunshine
I try to stay away from your lies
But I only get lost
I'd rather die today
Then be lost in the control
Where I Go to Find Solace
Sunset reaching the ocean
And the clouds descend onto the mountains,
It's finally the end.
