Miracles happen- but what would it take to bring them home... [praying for a miracle]
"Love is wanting what is best for someone else before yourself"
To be in the presence of that special someone is a power capable of inspiring an inward shine to pour from a person. To receive that special attention- to be embraced in such sound and inviting arms- is a blessing even during arguments and frustrations.
That knowledge of someone, other than your family, loving you through thick and thin- willing to sacrifice even their greatest desires for your well-being- is enough to make anyone squirm with delight.
"Love is leaving yourself completely vulnerable to someone, trusting they will not break your heart"
Some are afraid to open themselves up to such possibilities, unable to rationalize the risks of such actions. For the heart makes you do foolish things- foolish things your mind can not explain.
Your common sense is getting all too good at explaining away passion as just another weakness- like fear- it'll get you no where.
"May the love hidden deep inside your heart find the love waiting in your dreams. May the laughter that you find in your tomorrow wipe away the pain you find in your yesterdays.”
~it took her a while to figure out she could run...~
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
i got a U-shaped hole inside
i wish i could tell you all something insightful.
i wish i could say something inspiring and uplifting...
...especially in this time of murder, separation, fear, change, lost love, destroyed dreams, confusion, pain... LIFE. But i can't; i have nothing to say, and i know nothing constructive.
i am just as lost and confused as you... if not more.
One can only search so far for something that doesn't exist before they are forced to accept the ultimate reality.
You can only run away so far 'till you meet something new you wish to escape from.
~i swear it gets deeper by the day~
i wish i could say something inspiring and uplifting...
...especially in this time of murder, separation, fear, change, lost love, destroyed dreams, confusion, pain... LIFE. But i can't; i have nothing to say, and i know nothing constructive.
i am just as lost and confused as you... if not more.
One can only search so far for something that doesn't exist before they are forced to accept the ultimate reality.
You can only run away so far 'till you meet something new you wish to escape from.
~i swear it gets deeper by the day~
Friday, April 13, 2007
they didn't have you where i came from
Strange things are in the air...
The joys, the hurts- the way we live. Is there a way to change it all; transform who we are? Everyone seems to have an idea of who everyone else is, what part they play in our lives, and how they are supposed to act.
But what if one day every thing's different.
... the mail lady suddenly delivers milk, babies care for their parents and the shower is your new class room.
Will we fight to change it back, or will we embrace the change...
I find comfort in consistency. But once in a while it tends to get repetitive and boring...
Is it even called living anymore if you go through your days mechanically; no longer thinking and considering the paths that lay in front of you because it has all become so familiar.
~happiness: the balloon of life, always be prepared for the POP~
The joys, the hurts- the way we live. Is there a way to change it all; transform who we are? Everyone seems to have an idea of who everyone else is, what part they play in our lives, and how they are supposed to act.
But what if one day every thing's different.
... the mail lady suddenly delivers milk, babies care for their parents and the shower is your new class room.
Will we fight to change it back, or will we embrace the change...
I find comfort in consistency. But once in a while it tends to get repetitive and boring...
Is it even called living anymore if you go through your days mechanically; no longer thinking and considering the paths that lay in front of you because it has all become so familiar.
~happiness: the balloon of life, always be prepared for the POP~
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Stolen Dreams; Broken Hearts; a False Innocence
Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different
Recently my moods have reflected that of a hollywood relationship- on and off again, on again, off again, BLOW UP, on again, off again, a ring while still off...
I dunno why! - But the probability of it being due to the issue of off-balanced feminine hormones is rare. I'm not at that point... yet.
I've been excessively geeky, unnaturally flirtascious, particularly lonely and dangerously irritable.
Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh
The line above, about holding back the wind is my favourite of the song... and i especially love the way he sings it!
So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down
In addition to the unexplainable moods, i've also had peculiar obsessions.
(1) Draco Malfoy: not necessarily Tom Felton- the actor who plays him in the HP movies- but his actualy character from the movies. He is just a misunderstood boy trying to find his place in the world while attempting to compete with the arrogant Harry Potter and live up to his fathers expectations...
(2) the song 'Stupid Boy' by Keith Urban, yes the one that i have set to devour my words... he is just so amazing and... i can't even begin to explain it!
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy
As some may be able to tell, i've hit another brick wall of writers-block. It's frustrating, especially when i have 3 papers to write. And one of them i was so excited to write. But now i'm sitting here, staring at the started essay, disgusted at my words... why can't i always have the power to express my thoughts in words!
Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah
Loss is a natural part of life. Games are lost, cell phones are misplaced, friends are forgotten and dreams are destroyed...
Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, ya did
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy
i tend to have this habit of holding my tongue. Often, this is a good thing, as the thoughts i have can be cruel and offensive. But it also created a hole among those i am close to. More is kept from them than is shared...
It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she's gone
i have dreams of running away, the wind whipping across my face and through my hair. Leaving all the pain, fears and isolation behind me. but i realize they won't disappear, they will merely exist beneath new disguises and under different names.
Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees
She's never coming back to me
-carved my name into his legacy-
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different
Recently my moods have reflected that of a hollywood relationship- on and off again, on again, off again, BLOW UP, on again, off again, a ring while still off...
I dunno why! - But the probability of it being due to the issue of off-balanced feminine hormones is rare. I'm not at that point... yet.
I've been excessively geeky, unnaturally flirtascious, particularly lonely and dangerously irritable.
Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holding back the wind
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh
The line above, about holding back the wind is my favourite of the song... and i especially love the way he sings it!
So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess you build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down
In addition to the unexplainable moods, i've also had peculiar obsessions.
(1) Draco Malfoy: not necessarily Tom Felton- the actor who plays him in the HP movies- but his actualy character from the movies. He is just a misunderstood boy trying to find his place in the world while attempting to compete with the arrogant Harry Potter and live up to his fathers expectations...
(2) the song 'Stupid Boy' by Keith Urban, yes the one that i have set to devour my words... he is just so amazing and... i can't even begin to explain it!
She let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy
As some may be able to tell, i've hit another brick wall of writers-block. It's frustrating, especially when i have 3 papers to write. And one of them i was so excited to write. But now i'm sitting here, staring at the started essay, disgusted at my words... why can't i always have the power to express my thoughts in words!
Oh, you always had to be right but now you've lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah
Loss is a natural part of life. Games are lost, cell phones are misplaced, friends are forgotten and dreams are destroyed...
Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, ya did
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
You stupid boy, oh, I'm the same old
Same old stupid boy
i tend to have this habit of holding my tongue. Often, this is a good thing, as the thoughts i have can be cruel and offensive. But it also created a hole among those i am close to. More is kept from them than is shared...
It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she's gone
i have dreams of running away, the wind whipping across my face and through my hair. Leaving all the pain, fears and isolation behind me. but i realize they won't disappear, they will merely exist beneath new disguises and under different names.
Nobody's ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Baby, yeah, I'm down on my knees
She's never coming back to me
-carved my name into his legacy-
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