You sit at home and watch him play,
You gently form a smile,
You hum and sing his tune
a little while.
He finishes expects a kiss,
His lips lock in with yours,
Now your eyes are closed,
never open them.
Your memory, your memory, yearning, yearning
For the fool you called a home.
All things, you ever did are left behind.
All the things that mattered then are hard to find,
And all the things you wished he'd know.
O,o,o,o,o,o
He takes you out to dinner now,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
All things you wanted,
that I could never spare.
And all of the crying he'll never understand,
You just let him in,
drive th
Between Leaving and Staying by mysticfigure, literature
Literature
Between Leaving and Staying
In between leaving and staying,
my life runs out.
In a yes or in a no.
Fact or lie.
Transparent - tinted vision.
False steps.
Confusion.
Dry tears.
In between leaving and staying,
is living a little,
is dying a little.
In between day and night,
my life is defined.
It is Insecurity.
It is Frivolity.
It is the Need to love.
In between leaving and staying,
my life runs out.
Total Silence.
The night unveils its stars
in the dark that floats over your head.
The wind brings memories,
cold memories of winter, in the middle of summer.
Total silence, not even the radio sounds.
The "D.J." holds, hides his words
behind a broken microphone.
The blinds in my room
open and shut disturbing the peacefulness that once existed,
while the dust falls gently
after having accumulated for so long
over my blue sneakers,
making them appear older than they did before.
Silence -it doesn't stop speaking-
its speaks to me of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
...and of you,
it speaks less
I love you.
That is my truth.
Do I understand it? No!
I don't even know if I could live up to it.
I love you.
You will ask: How much?
Is it really necessary to tell
you?
Suddenly, you've become everything.
My serenity,
my
true love.
You'll then ask:
What is "true?"
That's fine, I'll tell you
"true"
is to feel you,
that I take you inside me
that I lose you and I don't have you,
it's to feel that I forget you and I cry and sigh
it's to know that you are not mine,
and to know you never will be.
It's to miss you and go crazy without seeing you,
without speaking to you,
without kissing you.
It's to touch your skin, you
So you finally realized your life is worthless?
Get over it, nobody cares.
Your tears, your cries for help...
I don't hear them... do you?
It's reached a point in which I wouldn't care less if you curled up and died right in front of me.
You want to know the real sad part?
I'd pick you up and throw you in the garbage can:
I
don't like littering.
So what?
Maybe it was my fault, but what of it?
You have no proof, "I don't remember," get over it, were through.
I mean if you think about it, there was never something there... and what there was,
was just a crunched up soda can,
ready to be thrown away,
into a hungry
I am the happiest soul under the sun
When I climb to the heaven of my home.
I count the number of houses in town.
I count the number of rocks I find on the top of my roof.
And with my eyes I seek the most distant point:
A whisper reminds me of the one who told me that my eyes are the sky.
When my sky begins to dim
And the lights inside the houses begin to shine,
I look for yours from above
And from here I touch it with one finger.
And for a long time I watch it.
And with my mind I see you.
And I, alone, laugh.
And from above I yell to you
But you don't hear me.
With a little frustration I throw rocks at the neighbors,
and they
You sit at home and watch him play,
You gently form a smile,
You hum and sing his tune
a little while.
He finishes expects a kiss,
His lips lock in with yours,
Now your eyes are closed,
never open them.
Your memory, your memory, yearning, yearning
For the fool you called a home.
All things, you ever did are left behind.
All the things that mattered then are hard to find,
And all the things you wished he'd know.
O,o,o,o,o,o
He takes you out to dinner now,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
All things you wanted,
that I could never spare.
And all of the crying he'll never understand,
You just let him in,
drive th
I am the happiest soul under the sun
When I climb to the heaven of my home.
I count the number of houses in town.
I count the number of rocks I find on the top of my roof.
And with my eyes I seek the most distant point:
A whisper reminds me of the one who told me that my eyes are the sky.
When my sky begins to dim
And the lights inside the houses begin to shine,
I look for yours from above
And from here I touch it with one finger.
And for a long time I watch it.
And with my mind I see you.
And I, alone, laugh.
And from above I yell to you
But you don't hear me.
With a little frustration I throw rocks at the neighbors,
and they
So you finally realized your life is worthless?
Get over it, nobody cares.
Your tears, your cries for help...
I don't hear them... do you?
It's reached a point in which I wouldn't care less if you curled up and died right in front of me.
You want to know the real sad part?
I'd pick you up and throw you in the garbage can:
I
don't like littering.
So what?
Maybe it was my fault, but what of it?
You have no proof, "I don't remember," get over it, were through.
I mean if you think about it, there was never something there... and what there was,
was just a crunched up soda can,
ready to be thrown away,
into a hungry
I love you.
That is my truth.
Do I understand it? No!
I don't even know if I could live up to it.
I love you.
You will ask: How much?
Is it really necessary to tell
you?
Suddenly, you've become everything.
My serenity,
my
true love.
You'll then ask:
What is "true?"
That's fine, I'll tell you
"true"
is to feel you,
that I take you inside me
that I lose you and I don't have you,
it's to feel that I forget you and I cry and sigh
it's to know that you are not mine,
and to know you never will be.
It's to miss you and go crazy without seeing you,
without speaking to you,
without kissing you.
It's to touch your skin, you
Total Silence.
The night unveils its stars
in the dark that floats over your head.
The wind brings memories,
cold memories of winter, in the middle of summer.
Total silence, not even the radio sounds.
The "D.J." holds, hides his words
behind a broken microphone.
The blinds in my room
open and shut disturbing the peacefulness that once existed,
while the dust falls gently
after having accumulated for so long
over my blue sneakers,
making them appear older than they did before.
Silence -it doesn't stop speaking-
its speaks to me of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
...and of you,
it speaks less
Between Leaving and Staying by mysticfigure, literature
Literature
Between Leaving and Staying
In between leaving and staying,
my life runs out.
In a yes or in a no.
Fact or lie.
Transparent - tinted vision.
False steps.
Confusion.
Dry tears.
In between leaving and staying,
is living a little,
is dying a little.
In between day and night,
my life is defined.
It is Insecurity.
It is Frivolity.
It is the Need to love.
In between leaving and staying,
my life runs out.
Disillusioned mind
shatters logic.
How to explain?
Peering deep into the crystal clear water
an image you have never seen
becomes prominent.
The portrait depicting your soul is soon dissolved,
covered by something unprecedent.
The nightmare you never faced
becomes monumental.
She took over your reserved spot in line
and snatches the attention of spectators from your grasp.
A glance,
A touch,
A kiss,
A feeling emerges.
Insignificant actions make you
bask in solitude.
Unconventional fears form
reflections in this pond
handing to you...
pouring upon you
Shattered Self-Confidence.
Dig a hole,
Drain the water,
skip away
How do I know love?
Words sometimes used too soon
we waited for
I Love you.
Waking up with you next to me was
Perfect
I can't describe it.
Your eyes were closed and you were at peace.
Nothing could tear me away.
We made it through the night
Scared kids
hiding something so innocent and pure.
I know what I felt when
we became One.
A tear dropped once
A torment never before experienced
while Conflicting Feelings were soon
Vanquished.
Foreheads were kissed for reassurance
This is Right.
Hands held my head like pillows
protecting me.
Invisible eyes frightened us
You Triple checked the lock
and covered my mouth
Questions
Lakeside
The rickety rustic dock protrudes into the black water.
Its massive legs straddling the muddy embankment.
Fish wander about the lightly oxidized water,
Gasping and choking for air.
A sluggish turtle paddles along in slow motion,
Twisting and rolling like a bloated trash bag.
Piercing the miniscule windows of the inert residences,
The dim lights mirror upon the flat endless lake
In a recited ballet with the stars
Drunkards prance about poolside
Always one more swig, and one more stride near death
An old man sits under the bleak moonlight
In his ancient hollowed canoe
As he wonders,
If tonight, is his night
Total Silence.
The night unveils its stars
in the dark that floats over your head.
The wind brings memories,
cold memories of winter, in the middle of summer.
Total silence, not even the radio sounds.
The "D.J." holds, hides his words
behind a broken microphone.
The blinds in my room
open and shut disturbing the peacefulness that once existed,
while the dust falls gently
after having accumulated for so long
over my blue sneakers,
making them appear older than they did before.
Silence -it doesn't stop speaking-
its speaks to me of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
...and of you,
it speaks less
Current Residence: Davis, California Favourite genre of music: i like pretty much anything... not really into heavy metal though... or rock... some rock... Favourite photographer: Jossie Favourite style of art: digital...? Operating System: still Toshiba! MP3 player of choice: Ipod! Shell of choice: A spiral one...? with no animal inside. Favourite cartoon character: Speedy Gonzales! "arriba, arriba... andale! Personal Quote: "Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same Earth.
Favourite Visual Artist
KB
Favourite Movies
Amelie
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Currently I'm in love with musicals... wierd, eh?
Favourite Writers
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Favourite Games
Clue
Other Interests
Theater, singing, dance, college... sleeping and eating... though I never do enough of those.
I just want to get away...
Am I really not dealing with the issues?
What the FUCK is dealing with the issues?
Who are you to tell me when I don't fucking deal with the issues?
I don't fucking understand.
If I am wrong... then fuck! I am such a fucking bastard.
How do I even go on with life?
I am so fucking twisted that no one should be submitted to be around me.
Fuck.
I don't know what to do... at all.
yesterday i poured my heart out.
it's difficult to describe how oxymoronic i feel.
such a huge weight levitated off my body,
and me being all ignorant...
decided to teleport right under it as it was being released...
go me.
gives me a whole new interpretation of what being
"stuck between a rock and a hard place"
is about.
I feel like I have mentioned this saying before...
that's too bad.
i haven't thought about disappearing in a long time.
i haven't thought of it at least to the extent that I did last night/this morning.
i'm so tired of being the cause of so much pain
that it's hard to not want to just stop being so that people