My hair doesn't fall around my shoulders in a perfect A. My eyes aren't exactly 1" apart. I don't smell like roses after I run. My makeup isn't fresh when the rain falls. And I don't look all that pretty when the tears run. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.
I'm silly and fun. I stick out like a sore thumb. I can be loud and sometimes obnoxious. But what difference is that? I am shy and hard to talk to. Sometimes I eat more than I should. And you might find me irritable during certain seasons. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.
My feet aren't cute, but neither are yours. My finger nails are short and rarely pretty. I laugh too loud and tend to be stupid. I only do my makeup on days that it counts. And more than every once and a while I might eat out. I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.
If you said I wasn't worth it, I'd know your not the one. If you didn't like me for one of my flaws I'd know we were done. But if on occasion you talked about me highly, I'd find out and adore you all the more. So be kind, I gave you my heart. And I know I'm not perfect. But perfect isn't fun.
"Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals." — Don DeLillo
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Unsure
Do I have to know all the answers now?
I hate not knowing myself enough to know what I think
But it's not my fault that's all I can say
It's hard enough to be in this world with all the words
It's much harder when I don't know what to say
To what extent do I owe you this knowledge?
To know my thoughts, my words, and my fears.
You always ask but are you prepared
How am I supposed to tell you
When I am not even sure?
I hate not knowing myself enough to know what I think
But it's not my fault that's all I can say
It's hard enough to be in this world with all the words
It's much harder when I don't know what to say
To what extent do I owe you this knowledge?
To know my thoughts, my words, and my fears.
You always ask but are you prepared
How am I supposed to tell you
When I am not even sure?
Friday, March 18, 2011
White is Gold
Green is the color of my day
With it's cascade it makes me fly
The dew that sits on the loving grass
It is the color of love's fallen grace
and the shade that picks her up
Green is Yellow.
Yellow is the color of smiles
The simplicity of another day
And the effort I put into me
It's the color of spring butterflies
And the new life they lead
Yellow is Blue.
Blue is the color of torn sky
With it's white splotched skin
It's not sure who it is
It's the color of tear stained faces
And all the pain left in their eyes
Blue is Pink
Pink is the color of a baby's blanket
The soft cotton that covers your heart
With gentleness you can only dream of
It's the color of bright sweet daisies
Coming up fresh in the new season
Pink is Orange.
Orange is the rising sun
In all it's flaming glory
With rays stretching to lift the dark
It's the color of putrid marigolds
The one's my mother hates
Orange is Red.
Red is the color of the heart
that beats with a loud asurety
And races with tender emotion
It is the color of passion
And it is the most fragile of them all
Red is White.
White is the color of beauty
All that is lovely in this world
And anything worth wanting
It is the color of purity
And that is the most desirable
White is Gold.
With it's cascade it makes me fly
The dew that sits on the loving grass
It is the color of love's fallen grace
and the shade that picks her up
Green is Yellow.
Yellow is the color of smiles
The simplicity of another day
And the effort I put into me
It's the color of spring butterflies
And the new life they lead
Yellow is Blue.
Blue is the color of torn sky
With it's white splotched skin
It's not sure who it is
It's the color of tear stained faces
And all the pain left in their eyes
Blue is Pink
Pink is the color of a baby's blanket
The soft cotton that covers your heart
With gentleness you can only dream of
It's the color of bright sweet daisies
Coming up fresh in the new season
Pink is Orange.
Orange is the rising sun
In all it's flaming glory
With rays stretching to lift the dark
It's the color of putrid marigolds
The one's my mother hates
Orange is Red.
Red is the color of the heart
that beats with a loud asurety
And races with tender emotion
It is the color of passion
And it is the most fragile of them all
Red is White.
White is the color of beauty
All that is lovely in this world
And anything worth wanting
It is the color of purity
And that is the most desirable
White is Gold.
Drowning
Slipping and Sliding
Under the current
Not strong enough
To bring myself up
I continue to fall
Kicking and scratching
With nothing to grab
I fall through the blue glass
Hitting rock bottom
I try to stand
But alone I can't
He reaches out
He grabs my hand
Pulling me up
Like only He can
He lets me lay and cry
He lets me wait to heal
With nothing to hold
I reach up as he kneels
It's safe to go now
And I know this is true
Under the current
Not strong enough
To bring myself up
I continue to fall
Kicking and scratching
With nothing to grab
I fall through the blue glass
Hitting rock bottom
I try to stand
But alone I can't
He reaches out
He grabs my hand
Pulling me up
Like only He can
He lets me lay and cry
He lets me wait to heal
With nothing to hold
I reach up as he kneels
It's safe to go now
And I know this is true
In Love With Love
I'm in love with you
The things you say
And what you do
But somewhere inside
I'm only in love with love
The desires of my heart
And the knowledge to feel
But maybe it's okay
To be in love with love
As long it's with you
The things you say
And what you do
But somewhere inside
I'm only in love with love
The desires of my heart
And the knowledge to feel
But maybe it's okay
To be in love with love
As long it's with you
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I Dream
I dream...
Of somewhere safe to be
where families are forever
and never torn like paper
and glued together again
I dream...
Of people who love me for me
and respect what i am
where i can stand out and it's ok
and the world just stays out of the way
I dream...
Of places I will go
and things that i might see
Places where I will create memories
of love and peace
I dream...
Of going far away
leaving the comfortable nest
getting on track of what I should do
and living without any regrets
I dream...
Of wandering lost like
and not knowing my way
of being afraid and being alone
Because I'm afraid of myself
I dream...
Of flowers, a whole field of them
and myself drenched in white cotton
ready to plunge into golden roses
and sit in satin daisies
I dream...
Of the future
what it may hold
and being afraid is okay
because that's what it's about
I dream...
That it will be alright
and everything will turn out
because in the end
everything is my dream
Of somewhere safe to be
where families are forever
and never torn like paper
and glued together again
I dream...
Of people who love me for me
and respect what i am
where i can stand out and it's ok
and the world just stays out of the way
I dream...
Of places I will go
and things that i might see
Places where I will create memories
of love and peace
I dream...
Of going far away
leaving the comfortable nest
getting on track of what I should do
and living without any regrets
I dream...
Of wandering lost like
and not knowing my way
of being afraid and being alone
Because I'm afraid of myself
I dream...
Of flowers, a whole field of them
and myself drenched in white cotton
ready to plunge into golden roses
and sit in satin daisies
I dream...
Of the future
what it may hold
and being afraid is okay
because that's what it's about
I dream...
That it will be alright
and everything will turn out
because in the end
everything is my dream
Now and Then
Now and Then I pretend
That the stars are glass pebbles
And that the moon is a tidal wave
With the sky as it's ocean
And me surfing through the clear rain
But Now and Then I get lost
In those big huge waves
And I tend to forget who I am
With the world collapsing around me
It's easier to float on those pebbles
Then to live in the harsh reality
That's why Now and Then I escape
To the safety of my mind
Where I can dream whatever I want
And there's no one there to judge
Because Now and Then I like to dream
I am the only froot loop in the box
So I can be noticed by everyone else
Because when the world is full of no ones
It is often difficult to be a some one
And Now and Then I know
And they know who I am
I am a daisy in a bed of white roses
I am a red pen in a box of pencils
And I know it's okay to be different
Every Now and Then
That the stars are glass pebbles
And that the moon is a tidal wave
With the sky as it's ocean
And me surfing through the clear rain
But Now and Then I get lost
In those big huge waves
And I tend to forget who I am
With the world collapsing around me
It's easier to float on those pebbles
Then to live in the harsh reality
That's why Now and Then I escape
To the safety of my mind
Where I can dream whatever I want
And there's no one there to judge
Because Now and Then I like to dream
I am the only froot loop in the box
So I can be noticed by everyone else
Because when the world is full of no ones
It is often difficult to be a some one
And Now and Then I know
And they know who I am
I am a daisy in a bed of white roses
I am a red pen in a box of pencils
And I know it's okay to be different
Every Now and Then
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Racing
Hair whipping around my face like glass
The air buzzing in my ear like a thousand bees
Everything a blur as I race past others
All wishing for the same thing
The freedom we will feel when we cross the line
Reaching out our hands to touch the flag
Pushing down on the gas to get speed
And hoping that its enough to win
Not really knowing why we go
Just knowing the adrenaline high
As the light turns green
Off we go away from the world
One last turn and I'll make it home
And thats when it happens
My world comes back to reality
As my head turns against the wind
And the alarm wakes me up
Time to get out of bed
The air buzzing in my ear like a thousand bees
Everything a blur as I race past others
All wishing for the same thing
The freedom we will feel when we cross the line
Reaching out our hands to touch the flag
Pushing down on the gas to get speed
And hoping that its enough to win
Not really knowing why we go
Just knowing the adrenaline high
As the light turns green
Off we go away from the world
One last turn and I'll make it home
And thats when it happens
My world comes back to reality
As my head turns against the wind
And the alarm wakes me up
Time to get out of bed
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
I can fly
I can fly. Anywhere I want to. Way up past the stars, the sun and the sky. Way up to where the world stops its taunt. I can fly. I don't know where its taking me. And no matter how hard I try. I come smashing down, falling free. I can fly. Sometimes way up clear to the moon. Other times just not quite so high. That's ok because not far below is where my dreams loom. I can fly. Sometimes even if the world doesn't know. I will always give it my best try. And with or without help up, up and away I go. I can fly. And don't worry I will. I won't let you down. I won't see you cry. Because no one else knows what I can do.
I'll Be There
Someday when I'm gone
You might not think your strong
But when the light gets dark
And you feel as if your all alone
I want you to know
I will always be there
In the mornings first clouds
And in the whispers of the willows
In the soft pink light that hits your cheeks
And in the dark grain of the maple tree
In the auburn that the leaves will turn
And in the softness of the wet earth
In the crispness of morning dew
And in the drops of crystal snow
In the dandelions growing in the grass
And in the speakings of the gnats
So don't run out, it will be ok
I'll be there, you'll see.
You might not think your strong
But when the light gets dark
And you feel as if your all alone
I want you to know
I will always be there
In the mornings first clouds
And in the whispers of the willows
In the soft pink light that hits your cheeks
And in the dark grain of the maple tree
In the auburn that the leaves will turn
And in the softness of the wet earth
In the crispness of morning dew
And in the drops of crystal snow
In the dandelions growing in the grass
And in the speakings of the gnats
So don't run out, it will be ok
I'll be there, you'll see.
Pray
Airborne bubbles trail through death
Softly shining in the dark
Hands murmur and sing
Time's long moving
Strange whistling air now free
I pray in the simple quiet
Softly shining in the dark
Hands murmur and sing
Time's long moving
Strange whistling air now free
I pray in the simple quiet
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Your Looking At Me Instead
I'm falling asleep to the hum of the car motor
with my head on your shoulder,
your hand tapping on my skin
to the beat of another love song
your head moves so you can look over
'cause I'm just so pretty when i'm tired
I'm looking at the colors of the world
but you're not, you're watching me
the color of red that my cheeks turn
when the bright shining sun hits them
and the way my eyes turn purple
as they close under the beating heat
I'm reading stories of beatiful places
while your thinking there's nothing better
then the color of my skin against the grass
the way my arms get nervous across my chest
and how I can't help but laugh
even at the simple effortless things
You're just simply holding my hand
but even that makes me flutter inside
the way you smile when I meet your eyes
means more than the world to me
and telling me you love me with your laugh
it's all more than I could ever ask
with my head on your shoulder,
your hand tapping on my skin
to the beat of another love song
your head moves so you can look over
'cause I'm just so pretty when i'm tired
I'm looking at the colors of the world
but you're not, you're watching me
the color of red that my cheeks turn
when the bright shining sun hits them
and the way my eyes turn purple
as they close under the beating heat
I'm reading stories of beatiful places
while your thinking there's nothing better
then the color of my skin against the grass
the way my arms get nervous across my chest
and how I can't help but laugh
even at the simple effortless things
You're just simply holding my hand
but even that makes me flutter inside
the way you smile when I meet your eyes
means more than the world to me
and telling me you love me with your laugh
it's all more than I could ever ask
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