Written at DYWC '08; About, once again, use your imagination... hah.
I dont know if it was the day I bled for my sins,
crumpled in the shower
with the water beading down my knees and back
But somehow I fell from my tower.
What I thought once was steady turned to be only made of sand
and melted into the ocean, each droplet like a hand pulling me away.
So today is the day
I throw up my hands
because life is subtle, yet sweet.
and you, my dear, have closed the gates and locked me out.
But I have found another route to enlightment.
You threw away the keys
but I chistled my way out from the confines of you.
and every road I swept, feet dragging, hands worn
lead me to another set of astray keys,
another barrier in which I lost myself.
I have freed my mind from a mass jumble of vacant words and disunited promises.
And I am renewed.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Child Prostitute
Written summer of '07 during DYWC, after playing a child prostitute in my school's musical, 'Runaways.'
She turns her back to the light
and faces the shadows demons that persure her.
Her features glisten with the fear that buys her
and her innocence a buisness card exposed for the city to see.
Legs open at one, close at six.
They hold her against the hard linoleom and whisper "child, the lord won't mind."
and she doesn't quiver, though she knows it's wrong.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back alleys and it is a life.
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
give ill way to what it means to hold the title.
and she is running and she is falling.
Tumbling down, tumbling down.
and with the flick of an unharmed eye she is beckoned to perform once again.
Legs open at one house, close at latter dawn.
She walks as if prey to the world, through lonely men and truck drivers.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back buildings, but it is a life.
She is running and she is crashing.
Ring around the rosey,
all fall down.
She turns her back to the light
and faces the shadows demons that persure her.
Her features glisten with the fear that buys her
and her innocence a buisness card exposed for the city to see.
Legs open at one, close at six.
They hold her against the hard linoleom and whisper "child, the lord won't mind."
and she doesn't quiver, though she knows it's wrong.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back alleys and it is a life.
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
give ill way to what it means to hold the title.
and she is running and she is falling.
Tumbling down, tumbling down.
and with the flick of an unharmed eye she is beckoned to perform once again.
Legs open at one house, close at latter dawn.
She walks as if prey to the world, through lonely men and truck drivers.
It is city life and it is a sin.
It is back buildings, but it is a life.
She is running and she is crashing.
Ring around the rosey,
all fall down.
Circle
Written in spring of '08. About... GUESS WHO? Hah.
oh we've exchanged so many words,
but its as if none have been spoken at all.
and i shut my eyes and lick my lips
as if something might escape from them
but ive run dry.
and this circle that we've drawn around ourselves is closing in to suffocate
this circle of unevoked emotion and tolerance from being free
sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
but sometimes if you want to be free you've got to let go.
and you've dropped the rope, projecting me into that black abyss
that circle
that place of emotional tendancies
where all i can do is slide against the walls
and go round and round with myself, hoping for that spark of light
because circles have no end no beginning.
no rigid places for you to crawl into and wait.
wait for that spark of light. from you.
you have reached the end of our circle and closed it off with 'goodnight.'
and sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
but sometimes if you want to be free you've got to hurt.
A retreat to red hair won't sooth your soul
and when you come back to rediscover me
i will have already left for nirvana.
I dont not wish for bon voyage, but an ending to our circle.
I have ran and i have crashed, falling down falling down.
and despite all barriers, you're here in spite when i close my eyes to dream at night
and my dreams continue
continue in a circle.
oh we've exchanged so many words,
but its as if none have been spoken at all.
and i shut my eyes and lick my lips
as if something might escape from them
but ive run dry.
and this circle that we've drawn around ourselves is closing in to suffocate
this circle of unevoked emotion and tolerance from being free
sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
but sometimes if you want to be free you've got to let go.
and you've dropped the rope, projecting me into that black abyss
that circle
that place of emotional tendancies
where all i can do is slide against the walls
and go round and round with myself, hoping for that spark of light
because circles have no end no beginning.
no rigid places for you to crawl into and wait.
wait for that spark of light. from you.
you have reached the end of our circle and closed it off with 'goodnight.'
and sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow
but sometimes if you want to be free you've got to hurt.
A retreat to red hair won't sooth your soul
and when you come back to rediscover me
i will have already left for nirvana.
I dont not wish for bon voyage, but an ending to our circle.
I have ran and i have crashed, falling down falling down.
and despite all barriers, you're here in spite when i close my eyes to dream at night
and my dreams continue
continue in a circle.
Unconditional
Written spring of '08; about a best friend of mine.
Unconditional
No one will know if it is the love I give or the pain you feel
but it is endless.
Endless in a world of ignorance and medical undertakings.
The scars on your arm bruise my heart
and each day I look upon the past
the past that has turned my tomorrows and changed them into yesterdays.
We are lost.
Lost on this abyssmal map with no true lines or keys.
It is you who has ventured away, away from the pack.
As I watch from afar, unconditionally.
When you need directions, I'll be your guide.
But please, return home safe.
Your a star who has died, but the light has not yet reached the earth.
and each night I gaze upon and make a wish
because you are the first star I see in the sky,
the only one.
You are my wish, my return home safe and sound.
But we are running, endlessly tossed through open arms
and those who do not wish to see below our skin.
-unfinished-
Unconditional
No one will know if it is the love I give or the pain you feel
but it is endless.
Endless in a world of ignorance and medical undertakings.
The scars on your arm bruise my heart
and each day I look upon the past
the past that has turned my tomorrows and changed them into yesterdays.
We are lost.
Lost on this abyssmal map with no true lines or keys.
It is you who has ventured away, away from the pack.
As I watch from afar, unconditionally.
When you need directions, I'll be your guide.
But please, return home safe.
Your a star who has died, but the light has not yet reached the earth.
and each night I gaze upon and make a wish
because you are the first star I see in the sky,
the only one.
You are my wish, my return home safe and sound.
But we are running, endlessly tossed through open arms
and those who do not wish to see below our skin.
-unfinished-
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