you will persevere
you may be stricken with fear,
tears on your eyes,
heart at the stake,
teeth on your tongue,
but you will persevere
she may have struck you like lightning,
with coincidental timing.
so she isn't the one
nor is she much fun,
but listen when i tell you,
from experience,
you will persevere
she may have taken your heart but she can't steal your soul,
she isn't what made you, and your skin isn't cold


aaaaghhh. it's not late enough to write this. i need to be a lot more tired and unhappy, or something. i can't write well when i'm content with my life.

The Pulling Sea

No blessings for the broken, no morning for when I've woken.
No sun for the shining, no time for the dying.

The death is in the details;
The knife is from a female.
The heartfelt train was derailed;
The story’s hard to retell.

Sweeter pianos, bells, and strums, louder than any voice ever tried to be.
If only I could speak to you like you speak to me.

The confidence is true, but the hesitance is too.
No longer do I feel you, and I’m not blue, and I’m no hue.

You're not looking both ways because you're not on either side.
I might be lost in space, but at least I'm not stuck in your divide.

“No disparity” is what I tell myself, it puts me to sleep, and puts me at ease.
“Don’t be unfair to me” is what I told you;
You put me to sleep, dirt still on my knees.
Then showed me your tears; what a calling, what a tease.
I begged to Be; I tried to please.
I kept it in, without release.

But I’m fair to me, and I can tell you, dove.
I do not care, and I don’t want your love.

Nothing was lost because nothing was left.
You can keep your secret; take it to the grave.
You can keep your image: “you’re nobody's to save.”

There was a hole when you left; a heart that you stole.
But I filled it with music, and held on to my soul.
You can keep it for now, I’ve got all I need.
You can keep it for warmth, because you're still quite cold, I'm told.

I once called it the emerald, the sea of love, the loving sea.
I allowed you to anchor me, break my wings, and still you'd flee.
Your briar chains had held me down, while you tried to set me free.
Knowing you, you’re going to drown.
I don’t want to see.

This is an aggregation of my past few months. most of it was one piece, but I picked out a few things from other sparks of inspiration that I had along the way. It's not necessarily where I am now, or will be tomorrow.
Take it for what you will. It's just what I felt.

Twice

The bird and the skeleton represent lovers, while the little girl represents a woman who loved the bird, but resented his gift of love, and cheated on him with "the skeleton" (keep in mind they are representations) The bird trusted her, but was betrayed. He still loved her, nevertheless.

I guess this will be my little spot to share where I am. It makes more sense that I keep my personal life here as opposed to Facebook. I've got a lot of people added that I'm not really close to, so anyone that really gives a shit would be inclined to keep up with this.

As of right now, I guess I'm fine. Finals next week. I'm not nervous, but I'm not exactly fluid about it.

Let's hope this blogging thing works out.