Monday, February 26, 2007

Love of mine some day you will die But I'll be close behindI'll follow you into the dark No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white Just our hands clasped so tight Waiting for the hint of a spark If Heaven and Hell decide That they both are satisfied Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark In Catholic school as vicious as Roman ruleI got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black And I held my tongue as she told me "Son fear is the heart of love" So I never went back You and me have seen everything to seeFrom Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now It's nothing to cry aboutCause we'll hold each other soon The blackest of rooms

Sunday, February 25, 2007

kinda sorta it's ok


There you were last night sitting close to her by candlelight
I couldn’t let you see my crying eyes
but I wanted so bad to run to you
How could you find someone in just so little time
We said we’d be friends maybe one day ­
give us one more try
I can’t understand,
it happened so fast Six months have passed
Now suddenly it's all back

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

decisions

There are certain people you just keep coming back to She is right in front of you You begin to wonder could you find a better one Compared to her now she's in question And all at once the crowd begins to sing Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same Maybe you want her maybe you need her maybe you started to compare to someone not there Looking for the right one you line up the world to find Where no questions cross your mind But she won't keep on waiting for you without a doubt Much longer for you to sort it out And all at once the crowd begins to sing Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same Maybe you want her maybe you need her Maybe you started to compare to someone not there Maybe you want it maybe you need it, Maybe it's all you're running from, Perfection will not come

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Monday, February 19, 2007

livelovelaugh

sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there: to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. you never know who these people may be, but when you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way. sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart. everything happens for a reason. nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul. without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless. the people you meet affect your life. the successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. if someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to who you open your heart. if someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. make every day count. appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again. talk to people who you have never talked to before, and actually listen. let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. hold you head up because you have every right to. tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. create you own life and then go out and live it the best you can.




distinction

lets's face it ; we've changed. we've all changedsomewhere between summer ending & schoolstarting. we've all gone in our own directions, heartshave been broken ; friendships diminished ; new lovesstarted & new people came into our lives. we nolonger spend all our time together in our circle of friends& we no longer talk for hours about nothing at all. we'veall changed. some for the better, others for the worse.but in the end, we'll always have the memories that wehad once shared together & the laughs that will never go away& in some way we will always be connected and come together



Sunday, February 4, 2007

it's sucha shame

I am dialing your number. I am pressing the buttons like salesmen pinch your pockets and squeeze their respect down to nothing. I can't blame them because I am also trying to sell you something, but with me, there are no vulgar catches or billboards with fancy, flashy letters expressing ideas like "Free", while under my breath I am not snickering and I'm not hoping that you catch on. There's something different about you. You did catch on, knowing very well what you were getting yourself into and all I want to know now is why you did it. You are right: you are wrapped around my finger and I hope you like it there because I love to see your smile when I raise my hand up in a quieting motion so that my lips can touch yours in peace. You mustn't utter a sound during the reaction in which you placed me. The salesmen have called and left before I could answer and I hope it's not the same with you. Was it you or me who called the other? Either way, one of us answered and the officials are on our side. That "No Loitering" sign is looking pretty desolate since I left it when you entered the room. The door is always open for you and tonight the stars are out twice as long.
The numbers I've recently pressed are circling through the airwaves now, and I am anxiously awaiting for you to greet me on the other end. Each time I hear the pulse my spine gets nervous and faints and I have to become a horizontal girl instead because I am incredibly in love with you.
Pulse, pulse, pulse.