Blanket of warmth,
Blanket of snow,
Whatever you say,
We don't get much anyway
Monday, June 30, 2008
SORRY
Sometimes I don't do what i say,
And I'm sorry.
Sometimes I push you away,
And I'm sorry.
Sometimes the truth hurts more,
But I'm not sorry
And I'm sorry.
Sometimes I push you away,
And I'm sorry.
Sometimes the truth hurts more,
But I'm not sorry
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Silence
Silence
Its what holds us
Its what breaks us
Its what brings us together
But splits us apart.
Sometimes it seems to last forever,
and sometimes doesn't even start
Silence,
Its what we wish for everyday
But hate in so many ways
silence,
Like God snatched words from the air,
But still left them hanging there
Its what holds us
Its what breaks us
Its what brings us together
But splits us apart.
Sometimes it seems to last forever,
and sometimes doesn't even start
Silence,
Its what we wish for everyday
But hate in so many ways
silence,
Like God snatched words from the air,
But still left them hanging there
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
DESTINATION
Lost inside a destination.
Trying to get there,
But lost
I don't know where
I am going
Don't know what
I am doing.
Trying to remember my goal,
But can't put my finger on it.
I'm lost inside a destination,
trapped inside a destination,
And can't get out
Trying to get there,
But lost
I don't know where
I am going
Don't know what
I am doing.
Trying to remember my goal,
But can't put my finger on it.
I'm lost inside a destination,
trapped inside a destination,
And can't get out
Monday, June 9, 2008
NOT UNDERSTANDING
We pass our lives,
Not understanding,
The meaning of life,
Not understanding.
We walk miles
For small reasons,
Not understanding.
We work so hard,
To get better,
Just to die,
Leaving it all behind,
Still not understanding.
We buy them all gifts,
To earn them,
When we know,
We will lose them,
Not understanding
We continue,
Smiling,
Working,
Living,
Breathing,
And not understanding
Not understanding,
The meaning of life,
Not understanding.
We walk miles
For small reasons,
Not understanding.
We work so hard,
To get better,
Just to die,
Leaving it all behind,
Still not understanding.
We buy them all gifts,
To earn them,
When we know,
We will lose them,
Not understanding
We continue,
Smiling,
Working,
Living,
Breathing,
And not understanding
Pinned up photographs
What colour is the wall
Behind all the memories?
Painted with times,
With you and friends
With the family.
The story never ends,
So many memories,
We hold so dear,
But so many photos
Not up there ,
On my wall.
Hidden away
From those days,
That you remember most,
But haunt you like a ghost.
The ones,
You want to forget,
But never can
What colour is the wall
Behind all the memories?
Painted with times,
With you and friends
With the family.
The story never ends,
So many memories,
We hold so dear,
But so many photos
Not up there ,
On my wall.
Hidden away
From those days,
That you remember most,
But haunt you like a ghost.
The ones,
You want to forget,
But never can
Friday, June 6, 2008
(based on Sofi's speach)
Reminded of bad times
Small secret crimes
Drink away the pain
Trying to kill the shame
Not the problem solver
Pray for the miracle
Pour the cup full
Find this treasure
Drinking or prayer
Where did daddy go?
Small secret crimes
Drink away the pain
Trying to kill the shame
Not the problem solver
Pray for the miracle
Pour the cup full
Find this treasure
Drinking or prayer
Where did daddy go?
Mel and Aaron's poem game!
Tear-drops of rain
Melting on a summers day
sun takes away the pain
And you're here with me
It feels so right
Nothing but a soft breeze
Kissing the tips of the trees
Below on the ground
An umbrella lies alone
Walking in soaked clothes
Hand in hand again
Melting on a summers day
sun takes away the pain
And you're here with me
It feels so right
Nothing but a soft breeze
Kissing the tips of the trees
Below on the ground
An umbrella lies alone
Walking in soaked clothes
Hand in hand again
THE ROOM
One window room
With one cardboard box
Fifteen cryed tears
And no drying ones
One girl
Facing many fears
Furniture is naught
Sat there and thought
Empty room
Green for jealousy
Purple for looks
One blasting radio
That she can't hear
Blocked out
One window room
With one cardboard box
Fifteen cryed tears
And no drying ones
One girl
Facing many fears
Furniture is naught
Sat there and thought
Empty room
Green for jealousy
Purple for looks
One blasting radio
That she can't hear
Blocked out
One window room
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