LacesGood evening laces. I hope you don't take offence, but up until recently I forgot you had words. I forgot you held such meaning and remberence. I forgot the day I replaced my others and the orange threaded fabric you attached to. I forgot my toes read 'yuri' and 'yaoi', but I had found a replacement in conversations while walking down the sreet. Its nice to talk to you again. Have a good night
Running Our Song On The PlayerThe tune we sang met the beat we playedOur hearts raced the same to the same broken playbackBut we enjoyed the fuzz and we wanted the excerciseour voice just came without a thoughtThen someone made a line in ribbonand someone lost the needleand the notes in our singing changedThe tune we sang sounded like children screamingthe record wouldn't play to encourage us to run the lineSo no one wanted to run and we all left the musicalthe record player was thrown awayBut I still sing that song, I refuse to run and the price of record players is the amout of what's in my walletI need my money for other stuff, I can't stand the jocks and I hate your voice
RadioAnd you listened to it too?! Do you remember the day they played that song, in order with this one and this one? It was a nice set of songs, I sat on my bed and stared at my walls, it was after I got kicked out of my house, just singing along. You loved those songs too? and the lyrics always made you cry, but you still sang along. Every morning I would listen to the stories they would tell in between the songs, they always made me laugh. Oh yea! I remember that one, Do you remember this? They always had interesting things to say. I slept to the beat of it at night and you slept to it too. We all heard the same stories at the same time, and laughed together without knowing eachother or knowing we were together. We sang and cried and jumpped arround when those songs filled our ears at the same time, on the same day with the same air and the same smiles or frowns on our faces. The same tears and the same dreams we slept to the beat of the music with the same beats in our heart, and can no
Next TimeBringing myself up to be let down, I should have learnned by now. Things like this never work out for me, why I tend to put trust in people I will never understand. I tell myself time and time again not to, but someone comes in and changes my mind. No one ever listens, when I say it won't last. When I say I can't make it, they let me up to push me over. That why I always told myself to turn away, but never could or would for that matter. I always tried to let go, emotions are usless. Being happy is a sheild that always seems to break. I try to enter the battlefeild with no ammo or armor, and always get shot down. Its obvious, why keep going out if I am just going to get hurt?Next time, I will listen to myself.
My Lines Of SorrowThe wind rushed towards my face and shattered all feeling in my hand, it was cold, but for some reason today I didn't mind. It left me a thought..A winter ago we slept through it all, we hated the cold and missed the fall. The perfect weather not bad for a walk, it was the time now to not even talk. Hermits in the atic we called your room, sleeping and silence and watching the tube. Everything was jolly and happy and fun, and when we left it was time for a run. To the mall and enjoy the heat, every bit of warmth and un-numbing feet. We laughed about the things that happened moments ago, how we just broke our fall but we kept on the go. The times on the tracks were great hikes for all fun, it took minutes to feel like night had come. The days couldn't be shorter and the nights felt awful long, till the weekend would come and we sang to that song. Till night fell again and we huddled close in comfort, because that was how we felt safe and warm and unhurt. To every pain we felt asside, w
ForgottenEvery day at 6 I look at the clock, knowing he is home from work. I smile knowing I can talk to him soon. Even though he lives a far distance, my heart is still stuck to where he lies. I remember that time I began to feel sick, knowing I was home and he was there. Just there.. and I wasn't with him. It kinda' made me sad. Made me a bit awkword. Feel weird I could feel that way towards anyone. Everyone in my life will hold a special meaning to me. Someone makes me cry, someone prevents my cry, someone makes me feel wanted, someone makes me feel used. Everyone I meet, has some sort of impact. That impact is left even when they leave. It hurts more when they leave I think, rather then when they stay. Just to have them in my life. But people make mistakes. Not well thought up choices, but we do them. Rather then to forget, solve it. But I have no intention to bring up a problem someone else doesn't want to talk about. I can't hurt someone to bring pain upon them on purpose. I try not to, b
A Selfish StatementI have been going through a loop hole again. Spiraling down. Such warm words from a warm soul, into something cold from a dead body.Thinking these situations over and over again in my head, how come what I say can be denied? With such full feeling, a full heart, ready to give it my all, can be denied. People can't see, nor understand, words they did not create. Why is this? People only see one side. I see their side. I see my mistakes, I see theirs. All they see is whats not on their side. This makes me bad person. I firgive, I forget, I understand. I fuck up, they fuck up, no one gives a damn.When people claim to love something so much, but put so much blame on it. Make it suffer with thoughts of things they didn't do.Someone told me that you should never go at war with yourself. But when people are handing you guns to attack annother in your mind, how can you be giving me the blame for your weapons?I find the need to cry myself into a deep sleep, but selfishness is the existance