Sunday, December 21, 2008

Promotion

You give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies
I can feel them flying around my heart as it pumps a feeling of warmth and desire through my veins
A trail of buzzing need left from your single touch , a single heart beating as it hits the iron bars restricting it to let out one single solitary sound.
A dream a thousand years ago could kill a little bird, a plenty foot steps in the sand could blind the naked eye.
A glance my way could send my heart in a thousand different directions, all ending with a "u".
Suddenly the world goes slow, arm in arm a puzzle perfect, something lost now found beating all around to a unuttered tune
dont you understand that we belong
Among all the trapped voiceless beating clocks while ours can sing out in perfect harmony or melodie what ever comes to mind
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.
I see them while i lay gazing in the dark; they dance and sing a simple hymn around a blazing fire.
They put on a show, to hide the depleted meaning, of want and greed. it almost seems so, to take something so indescribable.
The piano plays a tune as we dance around the room while the pen swirls a tale of stories in a journal
Maybe one day they'll understand you and me, the silly things they can not see, that give me the shivers down my spine, sending a wave of overwhelming adore down the nerves to the tips of my fingers, where they meet your own.
Because you know, that you give me Butterflies and sometimes even Dragonflies.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Oh tell me

You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
While all the world sleeps in soundless slumbers, there will always be the silent ring of happy lyrics, with skin as white as winters snow a storm brews between us, pulling the clouds to a never ending space with rain fall down poor and winds sharp as an icy stare on a frigid summers dream.
A cat naps on a table while stars fill the sky, the world all around us pours with unuttered cries. A young lady calling for a child, A child calling for a chance to have a feeling of contentment, A woman calls for her unborn child, doomed to die within the hour, A war broken out there, while a genocide happens over here.
You are my analgesia, you take the night and turn it to day, your beguiling sense of humor drives me dawn till dusk.
Paint a picture that all will regard full of life and color. One has a dream while the other has a thought, put it into action, for maybe, he shall not. To all actions there is a reaction to be viewed upon, one spoken word can follow a thousand hidden. Blame all others but yourself, have a little tea party with molasses.
A diary filled with thoughts and actions speaking of his beauty here and her jealousy there. He would kill for a spot on those pages, filled with her story, beautiful and horrific, nonsensical and empathizing. There for all others while they are no where to be found. Feelings of regret and anxiety grip at your chest, pulling tugging tearing at your innermost fears, bringing them to life before your eyes. So tell me here and there child, where is the beauty in our world now?
within each and everyone one of you its just waiting to be found.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Till the sun rose

Shes prefect like a diamond in the sky
Only one fault lies behind those perfect eyes
A wilted rose she is
Broken and protected with thorns dull but piercing to the heart
Blank paper fills her books
Flattened petals caress the pages with a gentle horror
Filling them with life and color; beauty and deception
Making the moon shine bright in the sky
As you look deep into thyne eyes
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die.
A ludicrous little dream that worms its way deep into our deepest desires
You crave her like the hunter craves the hunted
The wind that whistles through her hair
Sweet nothingness fills the air
Holding onto the stem as it impinges through your skin
Infecting your blood like wildfire
Spreading through your body
Sending pain and agony to the farthest corners of your mind.
Blinding you , creating a poison, a evil, a secret delight
You are bereft of reason, why not indulge in this esoteric being
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts
lead to untold places and unsaid histories
Faith placing footsteps in place for us to follow
Picking roses along the way

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

unfinished

He's the foot ball player , who's playn' her heart
She's the ball up in the air, there if he wants
In his arms one minuet then across the field
Take a chance, Make a run for it

Blue skies and Butterflys
Tea cups and Cherry pie
Stained Dresses in a line
Mistakes that are all mine
Two people in a field
Hand in Hand they are one
Hearts beating like a drum
Music ringing in the air
Hour by Hour it all becomes clear
Decorate the Christmas tree
Paint a picture of perfection
A stare that could last a eternity
A life that will be forever changed

Do you ever wonder what to do, when others are less involved then you?
When you start a plan, for a spectacular dance
And you are more devoted then the others, but cant seem to shake them off the planning?

Do you ever wonder why, there are a thousand stars, way up in the sky?
Do you ever wonder why, light turns to dark? and day turns to night?
Do you ever just sit here and wonder
About the things that make our world
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever stop and look at the detail?
Do you ever "stop and smell the roses?"
Do you ever stop rushing right on by
All the beauty and wonder thats right outside
Take a second even a minuet and just look
Your parents say its rude to stare, but this is a exception
for a exceptional sight.


Discovery Channel - I Love the World commercial

I love the mountains
I love the clear blue skies
I love big bridges
I love when great whites fly
I love the whole world
And all its sights and sounds
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
I love the oceans
I love real dirty things [Mike Rowe]
I love to go fast
I love Egyptian kings
I love the whole world
And all its craziness
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Richard Machowicz]
I love tornadoes [Joshua Wurman]
I love arachnids [Bear Grylls]
I love hot magma
I love the giant squids
I love the whole world
It's such a brilliant place
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Stephen Hawking]
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da
............

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Masked ball

Put on a mask
A happy face
While the world crumbles from the inside out
A broken heart
Leads to a smashed hope
A corrupted dream
The hem of your skirt hits the floor with a silent plea
The drumming of glass slippers hitting the floor
To the beat of a beautiful dance
Arm in Arm
And Hand in Hand
His arms around your waist
Your backbone for the night
Holding you with pride and grace
Delicacy and romance
A smashed delight
The Candle Burns
Ashes to Ashes
Row after row
Tell me oh sweet one
What has become of the love?
So put on a happy face
And make a show today
Put on a happy smile tonight
And dine out in delight
While the inside crumbles,
The outside stands still a perfect beauty

Monday, October 13, 2008

Tell her

telling her that shes fat wont make you any smaller
telling her that her shirt is ugly wont make yours any prettier
telling her that she isn't pretty wont make you beautiful
telling her that shes dumb wont make you any smarter
putting her down wont bring you up
so why bother.

telling her she has a great figure will bring a smile to her face
telling her she looks pretty today will make her feel beautiful
telling her shes really good at somethign will make her feel great
bringing her up wont bring you down
so bother to do something nice tomorrow.
or the next day.
or the day after that.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Tell me

Tell me
Oh
Tell me
When the animals hunt the pray
Stocking it in the glowing twilight
Taking steps towards but not fast enough for the other
No comprise was come to
The middle line blurred
No words you hear while the yelling grows louder and louder
You know something is wrong the shaking in your hands tells you so
Sometimes you have to do it
No matter how much you dont want to
Sometimes you have to do the things that scare you the most
To get to the things you want the most
Tell me more
Tell me more
Let me whisper in your ear
And tell you how much this should work
Wanting can be blinding
Putting out whats real
And filling your head with the dreams you've always had
as sleep and pain take over your vision
You wish you were in a movie
Everything seeming so graceful
The lighting the scene the emotion
All of it is right
All of it is perfect
The closest to perfection we can get
Is the farthest away we have ever been
1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Sing song
In tune and out of
Once again and to the other
Pretty dresses
And shiny shoes
Glamorous ladies
With guys at their side
Tell me why
Tell me why
Why oh Why cant i
Be one of those pretty ladies.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Wasting no time

Wasting no time
Words flowing
A heart beating faster and faster
Walking hand in hand for the very first time
A certain glow of happiness surrounds yours and mine
All words drown in the sea of conversation
A low humming mummer of words fill our nation
Just a whisper to the ear
Step for Step
We take avoiding our fears
Swept up in a whirl of dreams
Forgetting what once was
Remembering what is now
Days dedicated
The world mourns
Fire works between the two standing hand in hand
Foot prints left in the sand
Waves crash and stars collied
Mountains high
And Skies between
Memories are a must
You never know when
A picture speaks a thousand words
A beautiful picture
A painful picture
You will never look at it again
Of a lovely girl and a handsome man
A photograph of what once was
Wasting no time
The humming mummer disappears
As it grows louder and louder in you ears
The sea grows with tears from your heart
Broken in pieces
Shattered by a dart
So waste no time
Remember now
Mark the days
And count the hours
Sow it back together
with the needle of another .

Friday, September 26, 2008

A thousand

A thousand words to describe one feeling
One feeling to describe a thousand words
Frustration and Determination
How many hours you spend
Pondering the outcome of the actions once planned
Counting down the hours
Marking down the minuets
You say its ok
But deep down inside
You all know the truth
With the underlaying lie
One says he knows
While she says she doesn't
Confusion and Persuasion
A thousand miles long
A thousand beats a stride
Her heart beating faster and faster
Friendship or lovers
Lovers or best friends
A thousand to one
One to a thousand
If i told you that i loved you
Would you say you loved me to
If i told you that i hated you
Would you say you hated me to
Questions with no answers
Answers with no questions
A brainstorm with murdering force
A maze of decisions
With walls of diversions
Avoid one
And collide with another
Live life to the fullest
Life's the fullest only when you live it
If i said yes would you say no
If i said no would you say yes
He loves her
He lovers her not
She loves him
She loves him not
Pull the peddles and hope for a answer
One by one
They fall to the ground
You hope that its the answer you want
But it never is
Stress and distress
Life is life
Make it how you want it
Do good
Do bad
Make bad
Make good
Dreaming vs reality
Whats better you will never know
What you want vs what you dream of
Confusion.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Act

Pull the curtains back
To reveal act 1
The scene plays out
While the characters are undone
You find personal connections
With the ones you find most comforting
The scene ends finalizing the story line
Writers and set designers
Sitting in a little room
Filled with books and paper
Books full of love and paper filled with stories
All deciding to find the perfect way
The perfect way for him to steal her heart.
Act 2 begins with a loving family on the river
The scene develops into a tragedy
You feel sympathy for some
Others pain
Others Happiness
You divulge and wither while the action continues
Keeping you on the edge of your seat
Act 2 ends with the confession of a horrible act
Intermission comes
Time to reconnect with reality
Act 3 starts on a starry night
A beautiful balcony and a love struck pair
A betrayal comes next
Tears fall with a hard depression
A damsel in distress
A daring prince
The prince battles the evil
The damsel awaits her rescue
The scene ends with a standing applause
The curtain falls and the cast takes a bow
Flowers and admiration flow to the stage
You walk out the door discussing the beautiful performance
Promising to come again
The promise of tomorrow

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Inspiration

These are the days of inspiration
The best we've ever had
Take my hand and we'll leave our foot prints in the sand
Beautiful prints ready to tell a story
A story about love
Printing out a map
A map that goes to every curve of the incandescent body
The wind whirling through the water
The rain hitting the clouds
A ripple in the water
A distorted picture lost now found
A bubble burst sending waves of confusion across the ground
Jewels hidden in the dirt
Inspiration all around
Lead me through the brilliant sun
Fix what cant be undone
Colors hitting the blank canvas
Moonlight hitting the sun
Mass production turning and hitting the tree
The roots far into our lives
Interfering with all we have
Holding it all together in the other half
These are the days of inspiration
The best we've ever had
Take my hand and we'll leave our foot prints in the sand
Until they wash away with the endless water
Wind whirling through the glass
Rain hitting the clouds
Inspiration all around
Foot prints on the ground

Friday, July 18, 2008

Worried

Ambitions and Renditions
Dreaming from Reality
She's said whats needed to be said
Words have been spoken
That cannot be taken back
Feelings that can no longer hide
Tears fall freely
Hitting hard to the ground
Hopes crashing
Fears growing
Desires growing
The world growing
A plan gone arise
Guide lines blurred
How many times can you tell her it will be alright
Before she starts to believe it
Red bricks and Tv stands
Secret hide aways and Special memories
Animated expressions
Complete a star spread sky
Jewls that glow
Colors that compliment
Sleep turns to a past time
Time passing
Not waiting for you to catch up
She tells you time dont wait
And you say its ok, cuz i dont wait for time
A Ticking Clock marking down to the second
What time we have left
Lets make the most of it.

Friday, July 11, 2008

A Kiss

A Kiss can mean Nothing to Everything.
A simple sign of compassion
A Kiss can be fast and light
Or it can be long fiery and loving
You know you want to
You know she wants you to
She knows your thinking about it
Cause shes thinking about it to
A little birdy told me..
That shes in love with you.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

I'm

"I'm fake,"
because i tend to wear a lot of make-up.
"I'm a skank,"
because I like to be a flirt.
"I'm a bitch,"
because I tell you your truths to your face.
"I'm a backstabber,"
because I have made new friends.
"I'm anorexic,"
because I care about what I put in my mouth.
"I'm selfish,"
because I think about whats good for me.
"I'm ugly,"
because I'm not perfect, nor like anyone else.
"I'm stuck up,"
because I come off on the shy side.
"I'm full of myself,"
because I care about what I look like.
"I'm weak,"
because I cry when I'm hurt.
"I'm way too nice,"
because I'm here for you.
"I'm stupid,"
because I dont always know the answers.
"I'm weird,"
because you cant understand me.
"I'm different,"
because I'm not like you

-taken from a web page.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Gently

Croon her with your gentle words
The frown she wears
she knows you like it better when its upside down
Don't let her feet slip from the path shes on
The path she chose of glass
A slip could crack more the a fraction of a piece
Hold her up
Take her hand
Doesnt matter
Just dont let her slip
The fire blazing where your hand was in the past
No one asked to see how she was
Stuck in a mental maze of fibs
A feeling barred in by the gentle cage of ribs
Shes just about out of her mind
The blinding light she might just find
Shes in over her head
Shes bound to the ground
lift her up
Against the gravity she found thats holding her down
Place her feet back gently on the ground
Breaking all the gently placed rules
The golden lark watches from above
As she comes down
Gently pressed to the ground
Despite all that we made of it
Were all afraid of the change
Be my guest
Take her gently by the hand
And bring her gently back to the ground
Onto a path made of more then glass
The broken pieces are mended
Stapled back together in a ridged line down the middle
The bars of the subtle cage
Feel the newly met beat of not fear but of the unknown
Taking chances by meeting your gaze
The fire burns stronger then ever along the trail left behind your hand
Shes the victim of circumstance
Shes a vision of a dream
Not sure what shes feeling
She'll need a miracle
She'll need someone like you
If shes ever going to get back to the ground
So croon her with your gently placed words
And then she might be found

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Fairy tale ending

Every girl
wants that fair tale ending
where the guy gets the girl
the girls eyes are sparkling bright
and everything feels just oh so right
whos the guy
who will find your glass slipper
whos the prince
who will carry you off on his horse
to live happily ever after
the castle glistens in the distance
you show no resistance
he says he will love you for ever and for always
what a pretty prince he was
dancing all night long
in the pretty new gown he bought for you
everyone looking at the jewels spread from head to toe
a silent plea
no one sees
the silent plea
a fairy tale ending
is farther away
then jsut in your dreams
you crane your neck to look into his eyes
the fire the passion
your eyes sparkle
his eyes burn
every girl
wants that fairy tale ending
where the world has a happy ending
smiles on all faces
there are some many empty spaces
be the beauty and the beast
or the snow white
fall in love at first site
have your happily ever after
find your prince charming
he might be right in front of you
and you might not know it at all

looking to the stars

Looking to the stars
when things get hard
dancing and dancing
going and going
letting loose
never having felt so alone
surrounded by people who love you
not understanding the feelings you feel
your heart telling you one thing
everything els telling you its impossible
your optimism being pushed out by the pessimism that was meant to be there all along
getting ready to be able to run
run and run
far from here
going and going
the longer you wait
the harder it will be
say something now
sometimes you have to go
jsut to see who will follow
but if no one follows behind
will that hurt more then it does now
the ache in your chest means more then a simple pain
it pounds harder and harder
telling you what you've been trying to ignore
your talent disappearing
everyone seems better
the words no longer rhyme
no longer mean anything
two sides to things
memories that aren't your own
someones telling you a story
your were there
but you dont remember where
looking to the stars when things get hard
putting a tune to a silly rhyme
playing a game thats gone to far
telling your self one thing
when you know its a lie
putting a damper on your mood
hoping that no one will notice
and all will go well
everything felt so wrong
while it was all so right
so please tell me its not now
that i can still look to the stars
that they will still sparkle in your eyes
the sparkles that glow and shine
that fill my heart with joy
looking to the stars
when the rest of the world pulls away

Thursday, June 26, 2008

The call


It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it, too
Doesn't means that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Till they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye

Regina Spektor

..

You turn in hope to see him one last time
You dont know why it still bugs you
To see him standing there
Talking with that beautiful girl
You had your chance and you blew it
Your back to the begging
And things have changed for the worst
You once believed there was hope
You once believed you knew who you were
Now you look inside you
And all you can see is a person lost and confused
Not knowing where you belong
Once knew what home meant
Once knew that you were welcome
You stand and look from afar
Wondering if its still worth the hope
Wondering if you'll be missed
Wondering from afar
You sit there and wonder if you made a mistake
You sit there and think you still might love him
But you cant love him anymore
You have to move on
One day its one
The next its two
How do you make a decision when even the simplest ones are complex
You stand there wondering if the thought means something
If there is a reason you still feel jealous watching him
You hate that its come to this
Look what we've turned into
The couple that could have been then failed
Split down the middle
Two different opinions
Its hard enough to find out who you are
When theres two sides to you
You wish there were only one
Just because they think theres no one left
Doesnt mean you cant be herd
They have left you alone on this one
All having chosen the other side
Lost in a storm of thoughts
cought between a world of what you want and what you know is right
Wishing it could be different
Hoping its still the same
I wish i could give it all back
And never have played this silly game
Watching the starts shoot across the sky
You sit there thinking
You might just have lost this one.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Chain Reaction

A tempted thought
A action to follow
A thought that ruins it
A thought that brings it all together

A Chain Reaction

The wind blows
And the leaves ruffle
The Sea sways
The reef obeys


A Chain Reaction

A hand held out
A hand reaches for it
A loving smile
A warmed heart

A Chain Reaction

Friends Believing in one and other
Friends achieving their greatest goals
Friends there for one and other
Friends follow though a hard time

A Chain Reaction

Someones revealed attraction
Someones heart turns to butter
Someones hopes heightened
Someones burning dreams

A chain reaction

Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Final solution

Time and Time again
Blue or Brown
Green or Red
What does it Matter
I am who I am
Ive done nothing wrong
Ive done no harm
I don’t deserve to be treated like this
But I will stand strong
My family in hand
I will be here
Right till the very end
Sent away
Lost all things
Home and Belongings
Labeled with color
No name
No identity
Put in rooms
Filled 1000 to 1
Hope slowly fading
Strength dissipating
Wondering when will it end
Will it ever end
Will I still be able to make It to the end
All the questions floating around
And no one was found
Willing to give somewhat of an answer
Anger and Furry
Acceptance and Durability
The end nearing
Thousands lost
Some took to beatings
Others took to flames
I took to disease
Just like many of the others
The pain is over
And so is the war
Liberation came
On a warm sunny day
As I watched from above
As my mother and father
Ran from that place
That place they called
Part of the final solution

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Found

A composition of things i found on a paper while cleaning out my locker.

-Inspiring words

-A Dream is, and always will be just a dream
unless you make it a reality.

-Today brought the begging
Tomorrow brings the end
Somewhere in the middle
We became the best of friends.

-because of the wonderful wizard of Oz

-A hug can make someones day just a little bit brighter
A laugh can make your heart warm
Take a step closer
So close your eyes
Make a wish
And believe that you can do what ever
if you only try.

-You know how i know were best friends?
We get jealous when others seem to close.

-You never know what life may throw at you
So Step up to the plate
Be brave
And swing the bat at anything that comes your way

-Make a wish on a falling star
A wish of hope
A wish of a dream
A wish of a wish.

-If ever there was
There was because.

-Words are ART to.

~Believe
~Freedom
~Equality
~Justice

BE WHO EVER YOU WANT TO BE.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Hoping.


One can only hold on to hope for unknown reasons for so long before wondering whats the point.

The Soles of our shoes

the soles of our shoes
painting a map
step by step

the soles of our shoes
leave prints
on the stained pavement

the soles of our shoes
tell us a story
of where we are
and where we are to go

the soles of our shoes
carry the weight of our dreams and aspirations
a chain holding the map together
each link holding onto one and other

the soles of our shoes
caress the borders
creating the links that hold it all together

the soles of our shoes
can tell left from right
will go left one day
and right there other

the soles of our shoes
will make mistakes and break the chain
but will somehow be able to make it all better

the soles of our shoes
has the map
the map grows as we grow
changing all along the way


the soles of our shoes
paint the story
that we will one day read

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

my dream

Take me to my dreams
Where everything is good
Where mistakes are excusable
Where people don't prejudge
Where bombs aren't thrown
Where people don't Kill for fun or money
Where there are no "Final solutions"
Where there is no hurting
Where there will be no pain
Where people accept you for being you
Where tears are sugar droplets falling from joy
Where pain will go away after things are better
Where people care for one and other
Where there is no lying no deceit
Where people aren't afraid to speak their mind, for someone will hate them for their opinion
Where if someone needs help, you will help them
Where life is life and life will go on as life should
Where there are no races
Where everyone is equal
Where Human rights are enforced more then ever
Where people will tell you when they are hurt
Where people aren't judging you
Where you can be you
Take me to my dreams
Where i can dream a perfect dream

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Reality

A good friend of mine once said after reading my blog,
"you know
reality isnt so bad
only from our experiences
can dreams a rise
something beautiful must always have a negative"
And i know its true.
So to that i say thank you.

Monday, June 9, 2008

SweEt DreAms

Thoughts running

Sitting on the front step
Waiting for my chance to leap
Hoping you will catch me
Hold me tight in your arms
Play those songs of the moment
While thoughts are running loose
All that we notice is the feeling surrounding
All eyes on us
All eyes on each other
Holding hands on the beach
In my Dreams
Will all my dreams come true
Where you will be there to catch me
Thoughts running wild
Dreams coming true
Painting a picture of the moment
Inspiration all around
The pain and suffering
Turned into art
Without experience
Does that mean all will fail
Falling Falling Falling
We make mistakes
We make promises
Some will be kept
others broken
Sitting on the front step
Waiting for my chance to leap
Hoping you will be there to catch me
Thoughts are running a stray
Farther and Farther from reality
Further and Further into our dreams

In the sky

Your a Diamond in the sky
Sparkling Brighter then ever
Although you've left me now
I know i can always look up
And see you sparkling there
Like a Diamond in the sky
Twinkle Twinkle Little star
How glad i am i Know where you are

Rain

A Puddle on the street
A reflection at your feet
Almost identical
But backwards and twisted
A Mirror in many ways
A Rain Drop hits the Body of Water
Spilling ripples across the reflection
Breaking apart what you see
The underlaying meaning
Hidden in the Puddle at your feet

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Holding on and Never letting go

A hand held sorrow
A rejected Support
Being there
While also not
Impossible to understand completely
There No matter what
Once upon a dream
Holding on to hope
For a unknown reason
So dont let go
Please dont fret
Ill be there
To Catch you when you Fall
Holding on to a promise
Holding on to a friend
Holding on and Never letting go
A tear or two may fall
A thunder storm some like it to be called
Missing parts
To a complicated puzzle
Pain filled eyes
Pain filled room
A look so strong
Telling you Im Holding on and Never letting go
Hard times will come and go
But i will never leave
Side by Side
Once upon a Dream
Holding onto hope for a unknown reason
Loving forever
Liking For always
As long as were living
There for one and other we will be
The Rain comes down
Cleaning the stained roads
Telling her to breath
Telling her to Sleep
Telling her to Stay strong
Holding on and Never letting go
A Word can Change the world
A Lollipop will put the smile back on your face
A Smile that filles everyone with a joy so strong
They Are Holding on and Never letting go
While your Down
We'll pull you back Up
We'll hold you there
Until we are certain you are Up on your own
24hrs Gone by faster then ever before
Please Hold on
Please let us in
The Love they share for you is bigger then life
The love
The hope
The dream
Were all Holding on and NEVER letting you go.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Another Lost Dream

Take me away
Strolling down the Beach
Parked in the sand
Holding hands
I can listen while you sing our songs
Perfect match
Unwanted catch
Horrible Timing
Wishing it was different
Simply wishing
Hoping i am right
To leave what i once had
To have what is just out of reach
Watching the Sun Set then rise
Time flying by
Holding on to the memories
Laughing Crying
Either way it will be ok
Being with the Other is all that really matters
Better in many ways
Wanted in every way.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

False Hopes

A Dream or a Nightmare
Hate or Love
Aspirations And Directions
Following Blindly
Mindless Drones effected only by what they see
Monkey See Monkey Do
A guess or Knowledge
Action or Reaction
Flawed or Flawless
Ghostly pressenses watching until you fall
There to pick you up again
Trick or Treat
There or Not
Truth or Lie
Your choice
A Hint to the Truth
A Path to the Lies
A Map woven of Hatred
A Goal paved with Love
Trust or Not
Seeing Blindly what is right in front of us.

Monday, June 2, 2008

unspoken and broken

Shattered glass
in a mirror filled room
the unspoken pain within all of us
the marks that remind us
the broken smiles that fill others with joy
unspoken
un-noticed
un-wanted
filled with remorse
those who do not have the power to say
to say help
to say the unspoken broken words
dreaming of our dreams
of our hopes
of what we seem to become
our dreams turn into nightmares when let loose
so how do we let loose
letting loose enough to let go but not loosing control
on the outside
everything is sunshine and light breezes
on the inside a storm is brewing
and when its let go
the tears will fall
with such fear
try to smile and never let it get away
hold onto a smile that fills you with joy
hard to believe anyones trust
a promise no longer means as much
a map that leads no where
following highway 9
up to road 13
but where will it lead
no one knows
no one ever knows
if we all tried to understand we would be lost
being lost ourselves
loosing in pain
in loss
proven points
along the way
hearts may be broken
words may be spoken
hits may be thrown
but the words to follow
are unspoken and broken
we leave marks
to remind us
that whats felt on the inside is real
that we aren't alone
pages being written
every minuet of everyday
pages being marked
a pen mark on a page that will never fade
the brush strokes filling the blank canvas
filling it with life love and compassion
all words unspoken and broken
a picture
a life
a love
a dream
a mark
a beat
anything to keep us going
those unspoken and broken words

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Dreamer

In a land where dust stirs in the morning
and settles in the night
where everything is candy coated and full of life
with rain drops of gold
where the moon cradles our hopes
and the sun holds our dreams
Ransom notes
and finger prints
caress the end of the pointless organization of the way the world works
the darkness within the beauty
the light through the cracks
the flame in the dark room
the dark room in a sun filled world
what we see is what we do
the stars will guide
and the wind will direct
the orchestra of our lives
music notes go up and down
flowing from side to side
never wavering always sure of were to go
where to be
on the beat
never off
flowing in a line so straight
breaks on beats 2 and 4
and runs on 5 and 6
making choices on a beat
making sure it all fits into place
a puzzle of wonder
a wonder puzzle
lost in a storm of thoughts
looking to the stars for guidance
when the wind directs its orchestra in a symptomatic manor
symbols clashing
violins humming
drums beating
music to our ears
but horror to our eyes
that is why we are dreamers
dreaming of what should be

Final draft of Story-Fear

There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”

One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”

So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.

They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.

Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.

While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.

As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.

“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.

As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told all before it was to late.”

That night. While the dust settled around the tall and wonderful tree
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all sat around the burning fire. In memory of what once was and what will become of the rest of the world.

When we walk into the unknown our fears will sometimes get the best of us.
The fear of being left behind.
At the time, we will follow who ever is more confident and over powering. We will follow them to the end whether or not we listen to what is being told to us on the inside.

Fin

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Hide and Seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.

You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.

-Imogen heap

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Rough Draft of story

Ellie Schwartz
May 8 ‘08
Un-named at the present time.

There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”

One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”

So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.

They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.

Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.

While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.

As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.

“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.

As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times before and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told before it was to late.”

Fin

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Secretly telling Secrets

A secret can ruin a relationship
0r hold one together
A secret can tear apart a friendship
0r make a new one
A secret can divide a room
0r bring several together
A secret can make a world a better place
0r turn it to ruins in its space
A secret can be changed, manipulated, poked, tweened, or molded.
0r it could stay the same
either way, something will happen. something will change.
what will it be?
no one really knows
There are some secrets that should be told.
There are some secrets that should be withheld from the world.
when some secrets run loose and wild, no one seems to notice
but with others, running wild is the last thing you want it to do.
So dont spread rumors.
cuz the next one could be about you.

its human nature to have secrets. maybe even change it along the way.
but make sure you pay attention to what is being said, cuz alot of the time, people misunderstand you and things get turned out of per portion.
what you once thought was something to do for good
turns out to be something that should never have been herd.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Within the lives

Within the lives of those
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder
Whats new and whats old
From here to there
And there to here
We start to wonder were it ends
We question what we see and what we hear
It takes alot more to believe then it used to
We remember Orsen Wells, War of the worlds
We remember the 9/11, the Twin towers
What chaos it all caused
Both so different
The first was hardly questioned at all
The second people hardly believed
When a trusted friend makes a mistake
You forgive them without a second thought
When a old friend shows up with a cold hug
You fake a smile and go on with your night
When stress gets the best of you
You find a place to organize your thoughts
But when your thoughts are lost and theres no where to run to
What do you do then
Within the lives of those
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder whats new and what is old
from here to there
and there to here
theres a path we take
along the way we find out
who we are
where we belong
what our point of living is
but all in all
Within the lives of those
who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
we still will always wonder
what is new and what is old

Thursday, May 1, 2008

The inconvenience of being a teenage girl







































In my previous post, i mentioned stress.
well, i defined stress. But that doesn't cover the reason for putting that post.
In earlier events of this week, they have caused me to become very stressed. And something that was pointed out to me today, made me think. i was telling my issues to one of my friends, and he said " wow. worrying really is a girl thing" and to tell you the truth, i can completly agree with that. now, by saying that i am in no way at all saying that guys DONT worry.
the fact of the matter is is that girls worry about much smaller things, and the big things, but smaller things seem to wind themselves into their worry cycle as well, causing emotional and physical break downs.
For me, my stress is simply related to me worrying about ALL the small things and ALL the big things.
worrying about making everyone happy, about making sure things go as planned, things with guys, finding out who i am, grades, AC, AWSI, homework, were my socks are, weather or not i will have a chance to do all my homework,what everyone is thinking of me, and yadda yadda yadda.
people have told me not to worry so much, and not to worry specially hard about what everyone els thinks of me.
which for me, sadly, is something i cant seem to ignore. No matter how hard i seem to try, that is always something i worry about.
But, no matter how hard things get, its always just that much easier having my friends there for me.

Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.
-Richard Bach

Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.
-Albert Camus
A friend is someone who helps you up when you're down, and if they can't, they lay down beside you and listen.

A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.

“Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.”

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Stress

Stress is a feeling that's created when we react to particular events. It's the body's way of rising to a challenge and preparing to meet a tough situation with focus, strength, stamina, and heightened alertness.

The events that provoke stress are called stressors, and they cover a whole range of situations - everything from outright physical danger to making a class presentation or taking a semester's worth of your toughest subject.

The human body responds to stressors by activating the nervous system and specific hormones. The hypothalamus signals the adrenal glands to produce more of the hormones adrenaline and cortisol and release them into the bloodstream. These hormones speed up heart rate, breathing rate, blood pressure, and metabolism. Blood vessels open wider to let more blood flow to large muscle groups, putting our muscles on alert. Pupils dilate to improve vision. The liver releases some of its stored glucose to increase the body's energy. And sweat is produced to cool the body. All of these physical changes prepare a person to react quickly and effectively to handle the pressure of the moment.

This natural reaction is known as the stress response. Working properly, the body's stress response enhances a person's ability to perform well under pressure. But the stress response can also cause problems when it overreacts or fails to turn off and reset itself properly.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Without a Care in the world

i wish it were the days where everyone made 40 valentines for everyone in the class. where everything was so simple and not so complex. where someone saying they liked you meant they wanted to be friends. where school was just another place to sit and listen to someone talk for the day.

where life was rainbow colors and shiny new car toys. where my footprint in the snow was no more then the size of a cats print.

where stuffed animals where your best friends. and lollipops made the world all better.

where crying was when your mom said no more candy for you. where the days went by without a care in the world. where the only thing you had to remember that walking meant "left right left right"

where summers were filled with sunny skies and blue waters. where a hill of sand was a castle and you were the king and queen of the world . and the only rules where the ones you made.

where the rules of life were simple. say please and thank you and no pointing and dont go to far. where life was simple. and days went by without a care in the world.

Where winters were when you dressed up so much that you couldn’t move you arms. Full of falling on the ice and getting back up and trying again and again and again.

That was the thing about being a child. You thought you could do anything, no matter how many times you didn’t make it work, you never gave up. And most people forger that as they go along to live their lives. Thoughts full of logic and rules and lines that could not be crossed.
But when thought of in a true fashion, you could see past all of that and notice the simplicity of the world and the things around you. That a lollipop could still make the frown on your face disappear and the world my seem just a bit lighter.

where being a friend

meant one thing

it meant being there for one and other. understanding that you didnt have to understand why they were upset. the only thing you needed to know, was that you had to make them feel better. life is like a math question, you start out at 10 000 and you have to make your way to 0. but you dont know how to go about doing that. so you have to try all the combinations of words and equations. and no matter how many wrong turns you take, you will somehow, manage to make it to 0. no matter how long it takes. but you always have to remember, its ok to ask for help, that its ok to say i cant do this alone. its ok to let go even if just for a moment.

life will go on. and so will we. even through all the hardships and things we go through, there will always be the child in us that will get back up. and grab that lollipop. and try again. Thinking without a care in the world.

A sad little poem

Tear streaked face
Pain filled eyes
Hurt voice
Hurt pride
Painful memories
Within painful loves
Friendships strong
Friendships none
Smiling through broken tears
Looking within the emptiness that fills her
The dark and lonely passage to happiness awaits
Along the yellow brick road
To the land of Oz
Where all will be happy
Once and for all

Alone with thoughts
Retched thoughts
Blood filled dreams
And dirt filled streams
Memories a none
Leaving traces of happiness
Only enough to stray deeper into the pain
To find the remains
Of what once was a happy little day

Speaking of nothing
Hearing noting
The people around watch in despair
As the once happy little girl seems to disappear

Grasping air
Reaching out
Trying to hold on to what’s left of a happy life
Holding onto nothing

Hopes crashed
Dreams corrupted
Freedom taken
Voice gone

The Generalization of Blogs.


For some. Blogs are used for a form of entertainment. for others, advertisement and so on. for me, it is a random way to express some feelings, write some things, and just a way to amuse myself instead of staying on facebook for hours on end. so, welcome to my blog : )

Alice: I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!