I never thought this kind of want would be normal for me.
The thought of you is so often that the absence of it is what is irregular.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Proof
Prove to me your superiority
prove I am base to you
prove your ability to do things I can't
and if you do, prove it's because you're a man.
What about me is so much lesser than you?
The fact that you want me should make me bigger
Explain to me why you should be allowed to break into this house, this body, this heart.
prove I am base to you
prove your ability to do things I can't
and if you do, prove it's because you're a man.
What about me is so much lesser than you?
The fact that you want me should make me bigger
Explain to me why you should be allowed to break into this house, this body, this heart.
Sunburn
Right when I admit what I've feared to admit for so long,
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.
Shade
It may be for just a moment,
a moment none-the-less,
but at this precise moment,
as you hold your arm around my waist
and pull me towards you before I play hard to get,
when you pull hairs off my glossed lips in preparation for one kiss
which turns into a hundred,
this moment where I desire to be one with you
and you desire the same,
I love you.
Those three words which caused me so much stress,
can be heard through your kisses;
they tell me your feelings,
tell me your past, your secrets, your public announcements.
so for this moment, I love you more than I thought possible.
For this moment, I forget any complications the word love can bring.
And I remember the simplicity love can entail.
For this moment, future doesn't exist because the present kisses
convince me that they'll last forever.
I may not feel this way tomorrow,
but this precise moment is conquered by my heart
which can only say those three words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
a moment none-the-less,
but at this precise moment,
as you hold your arm around my waist
and pull me towards you before I play hard to get,
when you pull hairs off my glossed lips in preparation for one kiss
which turns into a hundred,
this moment where I desire to be one with you
and you desire the same,
I love you.
Those three words which caused me so much stress,
can be heard through your kisses;
they tell me your feelings,
tell me your past, your secrets, your public announcements.
so for this moment, I love you more than I thought possible.
For this moment, I forget any complications the word love can bring.
And I remember the simplicity love can entail.
For this moment, future doesn't exist because the present kisses
convince me that they'll last forever.
I may not feel this way tomorrow,
but this precise moment is conquered by my heart
which can only say those three words.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Clouds
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a neoclassical painting.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.
Guilt
When will the guilt of knowledge go away?
Why must I punish myself for other people's mistakes?
I did nothing wrong, did not disobey
I kept myself safe
yet I still feel in danger.
Your problems become mine
and it's all circular.
My worry upsets you,
and you upset worries me.
So I feel guilt for causing worries
when really it's you whose worries are full of guilt.
Why must I punish myself for other people's mistakes?
I did nothing wrong, did not disobey
I kept myself safe
yet I still feel in danger.
Your problems become mine
and it's all circular.
My worry upsets you,
and you upset worries me.
So I feel guilt for causing worries
when really it's you whose worries are full of guilt.
I need time, please let me be
let me stay here, be content
waves will pass by me
but the ocean will stay
while the foam slowly breaks away.
I need time, please let me rest
let me remain silent, be pensive
posters come and go
but the wall is always there
while the wallpaper degrassively tears.
I need time, just let me sit
let me stay here, safe and sound
the minute and second hands could break
the numbers my fade
but time could be told with just the Shade.
let me stay here, be content
waves will pass by me
but the ocean will stay
while the foam slowly breaks away.
I need time, please let me rest
let me remain silent, be pensive
posters come and go
but the wall is always there
while the wallpaper degrassively tears.
I need time, just let me sit
let me stay here, safe and sound
the minute and second hands could break
the numbers my fade
but time could be told with just the Shade.
Choice 2
Don't pick a whiner, don't pick one strong
don't pick a short one, neither one too long
don't set yourself up for pain
like walking into the rain
you'll just get sick
you'll get regretful
but never will you be regretful.
don't pick a short one, neither one too long
don't set yourself up for pain
like walking into the rain
you'll just get sick
you'll get regretful
but never will you be regretful.
Choice
Eenie meenie miny moe
if he's eenie, let him go
if he's meenie, just don't show.
I hope he's mighty, hope he's moe
better ready to lay down low
this is how I pick my beau
eenie meenie miny moe.
if he's eenie, let him go
if he's meenie, just don't show.
I hope he's mighty, hope he's moe
better ready to lay down low
this is how I pick my beau
eenie meenie miny moe.
Security
I don't mean to make you feel this way but I am,
just by simply being me.
I approach others, you want to but are afraid.
Afraid of rejection, which I'm not because I've survived it
from the biggest male figure any girl could have.
I know rejection isn't fatal
and I know it's not fun.
It just is.
I feel guilty for upsetting you by being myself,
but I love that openness people feel with me
and I have no desire to change that.
I know and love you and your personality
but it's unfortunate that you don't.
just by simply being me.
I approach others, you want to but are afraid.
Afraid of rejection, which I'm not because I've survived it
from the biggest male figure any girl could have.
I know rejection isn't fatal
and I know it's not fun.
It just is.
I feel guilty for upsetting you by being myself,
but I love that openness people feel with me
and I have no desire to change that.
I know and love you and your personality
but it's unfortunate that you don't.
Cappuccino
In a cappuccino is the sky and the dirt.
A cloudy day, but the dark cloud which watered the dirt is now gone
Leaving mud.
As human kind sips away
at its beauty, less is left.
As goes life, the cup can
and will always refill
by the maker.
The foamy clouds blown away
and the dirt replaced by the cup's bottom.
For that, those who know
how to make the best cappuccinos are the Italians.
Perfect clouds, perfect soil
and just sweet enough.
A cloudy day, but the dark cloud which watered the dirt is now gone
Leaving mud.
As human kind sips away
at its beauty, less is left.
As goes life, the cup can
and will always refill
by the maker.
The foamy clouds blown away
and the dirt replaced by the cup's bottom.
For that, those who know
how to make the best cappuccinos are the Italians.
Perfect clouds, perfect soil
and just sweet enough.
Whats the difference between two countries' buses?
They sound, smell, look and feel the same.
Maybe some different technology but still, altogether similar:
they get you, the public, both citizens and visitors, to a destination.
Don't they?
It is said that life is not about the destination but the journey.
When taken literally, no.
It's about location, different that destination.
Destination implies fate, destiny, an end, and a true journey is never-ending.
But location, location is the existence of an ongoing time in an ongoing place.
Location is never-ending; someone is always located somewhere.
So the difference is where you are; not where you'll be and not where you've been.
They sound, smell, look and feel the same.
Maybe some different technology but still, altogether similar:
they get you, the public, both citizens and visitors, to a destination.
Don't they?
It is said that life is not about the destination but the journey.
When taken literally, no.
It's about location, different that destination.
Destination implies fate, destiny, an end, and a true journey is never-ending.
But location, location is the existence of an ongoing time in an ongoing place.
Location is never-ending; someone is always located somewhere.
So the difference is where you are; not where you'll be and not where you've been.
Observe
My hair, my skin, my pores
my arms, my hands, my fingers
my legs, my calves, my feet, my toes
my nails, my thighs, my elbows
draw me with your eyes
draw me with your thoughts
draw me in with your eyes
draw me in with your thoughts
I'm drawn by your words
but I'll ad the colors
with the paint; my opinion
observe my movements, my gestures
my handwriting, my eating
watch me while I watch a movie
observe me as I am
listen to my words
pay attention to me
or there'll be nothing left to observe.
my arms, my hands, my fingers
my legs, my calves, my feet, my toes
my nails, my thighs, my elbows
draw me with your eyes
draw me with your thoughts
draw me in with your eyes
draw me in with your thoughts
I'm drawn by your words
but I'll ad the colors
with the paint; my opinion
observe my movements, my gestures
my handwriting, my eating
watch me while I watch a movie
observe me as I am
listen to my words
pay attention to me
or there'll be nothing left to observe.
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