Forget their words, Love
Everyone is lying through their teeth to you
Pick up the pieces of yourself
that you've left scattered on the floor
All of those empty promises and words
they'll come together to form a song that
you've been singing your whole life
We've all seen bad days
but somehow you've gotten more than most
There are days where the rain beats down
and you've been caught with no umbrella
but the sun always breaks through
when you smile.
Can I protect you? Somehow I don't think
anybody can - though we all want to.
Can I love you? Will you let me if you try?
or does this scare you? Is that the reason
why that fear is in your eyes?
Forget their looks, Love.
No matter what you do, they'll judge you anyway
Put that face on; the one you keep masked
behind the rest.
All of those angry stares and hollow eyes
they have no clue what you've seen
I bet they'd cry to be where you have been
Forget the looks, Love.
Can you feel the sunlight?
It's a sign that only good things are to come-
if you let them.
There's no more time to close the doors
no time to run, no one can hurt you.
Look at have you've grown
and who you've become
- and yet - in the end I still struggle to find
words for you, friend.
Just look ahead, love.
Just turn your head, love.
Don't look into their eyes or mind their open lies
Forget the world love
Forget
Forget, love.
“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” Jack Kerouack.
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
I let the daisies die but I have yet to throw them out.
Words used to line up neatly
Forming simple prose and poetry
But my talent died - eluded me
I've lost all of my creativity
In a box of black and gloom
Word flowers aren't able to bloom
To feel means inevitable doom
My heart deserted and my mind an empty room
To say goodbye to a soul friend
To pretend the wound will mend.
When it comes to loss there is no end
when it comes to loss there is no end
Forming simple prose and poetry
But my talent died - eluded me
I've lost all of my creativity
In a box of black and gloom
Word flowers aren't able to bloom
To feel means inevitable doom
My heart deserted and my mind an empty room
To say goodbye to a soul friend
To pretend the wound will mend.
When it comes to loss there is no end
when it comes to loss there is no end
Labels:
anger,
anxiety,
emo poem,
emptiness,
fear,
friendship,
hope,
lack of sleep,
losing a friend,
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missing a friend,
poems,
poetry,
sadness,
saying goodbye
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Will I find comfort in these lyrics?
Jack Johnson and Matt Costa
Lullaby
When you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby, I'm not nearby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Don't you cry, no don't you cry
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?
So when you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby, sing this lullaby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby
When you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby, I'm not nearby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Don't you cry, no don't you cry
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?
So when you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby, sing this lullaby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Labels:
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jack johnson,
lullaby,
lyrics,
matt costa,
missing a friend,
music,
sadness,
support
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Alone, Poe
Alone
Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
Labels:
Alone,
anxiety,
depression,
Edgar Allen Poe,
fear,
Halloween Poetry,
poem,
poetry,
rejection,
sadness,
support
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