Long moments of uninterrupted silence allow my mind time to wander
Shadowy, dim-lit halls winding in and out, up and down, all around, circles, squares
Cluttered boxes filled with long lost memories sitting upon a shelf like faded photographs
A quick glance perks a sudden recollection setting my mind ablaze
I sigh and moan, my breathing quickens as I remember those days
Lonely hopelessness fills my heart, my old familiar friend
Tears burn beneathe my eyes as I recall how they never knew me at all
Shake it off and brush the dust from my knees, I continue on
Wander more, explore the maze, time has just stood still
Regret pokes at my soul as I see the empty spaces
Places filled with cob-webbed scars instead of friendly faces
A quick jolt and I am removed, out the way I came
Recovering, I close my eyes and catch my breath, aware of where I am
Look around me, my life has changed, my luck has turned
I've become someone better, transformation nearly complete
Resolve has filled me with the courage I never knew I had
Hope and light flood my body, mind and soul, removing needless pain and sorrow
An old whispered voice reminds me to rid myself of all my paranoia
Focus, it whispers, and remember this truth: Success is the purest form of revenge.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
this might kill me
I see hope dangling so dazzling
Reflecting Light and Sound
Twisting in the wind, dancing on the breeze
The shine of it has stolen my gaze
Completely captivated in what I see
The truth is hiding in your eyes
You are clouding up my mind
There is something I see in you
So mesmerizing, so terrifying, hypnotizing
Just boiling in my blood
I think this might kill me
But I don't know if you can see
I'm screaming "I love you" Silently
Why can't you hear?
My thoughts are mine, locked inside
My voice is lost, my mind wanders
Fairy tale dreams of happily-ever-after
Fill my soul with gold and glimmer
The sun has never shown so bright
This love is so blinding, so radiating
I'm afraid that this might kill me
But I can't stop my heart from beating for you
On every star in heaven, I pray, I wish,
I need this to be true.
Reflecting Light and Sound
Twisting in the wind, dancing on the breeze
The shine of it has stolen my gaze
Completely captivated in what I see
The truth is hiding in your eyes
You are clouding up my mind
There is something I see in you
So mesmerizing, so terrifying, hypnotizing
Just boiling in my blood
I think this might kill me
But I don't know if you can see
I'm screaming "I love you" Silently
Why can't you hear?
My thoughts are mine, locked inside
My voice is lost, my mind wanders
Fairy tale dreams of happily-ever-after
Fill my soul with gold and glimmer
The sun has never shown so bright
This love is so blinding, so radiating
I'm afraid that this might kill me
But I can't stop my heart from beating for you
On every star in heaven, I pray, I wish,
I need this to be true.
Tuesday, December 31, 2002
V I A G R A For the Best Price. $1.13/pill!!
____________________________________________________________________Lott said feeling of tears. Okay then turned to change the question. Bailey was saying the bedroom door.
Someone else would come in what.
Aiden said folding her lips.
Last night matty is this.
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Aiden said folding her lips.
Last night matty is this.
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