Julie and Julia

sooo. I watched the movie julie and julia and it was soo cute! and it made me wanna update my blog SO bad!

Not much happening on my side of the train tracks. Just school, senior year at school i should say and work: Serving tables at Pizza Hut. It's not much but it pays and at this point I'm just glad i got A job that pays anything.

I am

I am the voice that sings in falling rain.
I wonder if anyone can hear my words...not just my melody...my voice.
I tried to catch the moon, but she is forever dancing across the cobalt sky....
I hope that my heart will return soon....
I am forever skating on the wind.

I pretend I can swim like a 'maid in her home, ocean blue...
I feel the sun drinking my skin, warm and inviting....Never cold, never unfriendly to me...
I touch the broken shards of glass, who threatens to slice my copper skin...
I worry I may fall out of the crystal blue seas, when my world is turned upside down, again.
I am the fading ember in her heart, hoping one day I will extinguish hers in mine completely....
I understand the melancholy instrument, the Mournful Lover...who cries for it's Maker...
I dream I soared across the sky, feeling the odd drop in my stomach when I let myself twist in the clouds...even when I am warm on the ground...
I say to myself or more the the crying rain, "You are my tears...for I refuse to cry any longer for a meaningless broken heart.
I try my best to speak through my very best aquaintance...as I press down of her black and white keys...producing a sound so rich--
I hope that my heart will able to swim again, for
I am the voice deeply hidden inside the falling rain...

Heartshaped Box

All my memories of you,
Are kept in my heart-shaped box.
Full of emptiness and sorrow-
Under key and under lock.

What is next, my fair Prince of Dorix?
Of our all but simple lives bestowed-
For there must be more,
Than the fiery Hells below.

Tell me again,
My Beloved Prince of Dorix,
Or our long forgotten Paradise,
And what is laid in ruin before us.

Was I just blind?
And I could not see?
Was it all a sweet illusion,
Of simple simplicity?

Whisper to me, my Prince,
Of you undying love for me.
That it is all but simple,
And not just the Bird and the Bee.

Tell me, dear Prince,
That it is naught but a dream,
And their murderous words mean nothing,
And cannot harm you and me.

Where are you, Prince of Dorix?
Did the King and Queen take you beyond my reach?
And have they drained the love from your heart,
like the blood thirsty leech...?

1000

A thousand breaths later
A bed of desire cradles
My every fiber
Inside of me: a stoking fire
Call me a liar as I tell you the truth about her
I loved him, I kissed him
I killed him, I miss him
But now my every fiber
Is labeled liar
Two thousand breaths later
On a cradle of desire

Fireproof

What a shame it's gone to waste
We sit around waiting to be replaced.
Promises sucked dry of all meaning
Innocent hearts dying.
I wait in this shadowed room,
for a love song to consume
me again.
Another night spent
thinking of you wherever you are
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*(chorus)*
Oh no, can you feel the pressure
crushing down on you heart?
well sure enough,
it's getting thicker and thicker.
Making me Sicker, and sicker
trying to swallow this burning feeling
upside down, staring at the ceiling.

I don't want to let on
That I haven't let this go,
I'm still waiting for a miracle to show
it's face, clear and strong
I'm running out of oxygen
barely holding onto my pen
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*Chorus

Bridge:
Why do we love to leave these hearts burning in the sun?
Smiling, until there's nothing that can be done
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*Chorus

Elegy for Her Sanity

Heavy metal doors
Creak, close shut.
Screams are heard from more
than the end of the hall.
Bouncing off the wall and floor.
No light enters, or escapes here as
They come closer toward the door,
Smiles on their face,
Discovering secrets stuffed in drawers
No eye has seen, no ear has heard
The silent tears shed for the mourn
Of his memory,
Only this and nothing more.

Autumn Sonata

Leaves spiral down to the cold ground.
Whirlwinds take
Luscious reds, golden yellows, and vibrant oranges on a wild
Flight on the wind's evanescent wings.

Two Mourning Doves move closer to each other,
Feathers puffed to keep them warm and cozy.
They can feel Winter's cold, icy breath
Tickling at their necks.

Almost as if Her snow white lips
Were forming to let a joyous laugh
Escape from behind them,
Echoing off the half naked willow trees.

Bouncing from wall to wall
Like loud ringing church bells
Sending shivers down the minister's back every time they toll.
These silver bells thrive to sing their hypnotic sonata.


The buoyant sun perched in the sky,
Observes the metamorphic scene below.
His fervent rays wash over one's skin
Comforting the shivering traveler
As his red, bare feet crunch in the white dust.