Sunday

you're never starving

It's almost as if my happiness has mood swings
At times I feel so fortunate for the things I have
And then there are those low points
Where everything seems to be a vicious cycle
The good days are filled with a share of self-confidence
The bad days consist of cries in front of my bedroom mirror
And it's those days where I feel most selfish
And throughout my life
I've grown up to respectively admit to my bad habbits
And it's not that I want to get up and never have a bad day again
Because I know they're bound to come
I just wish the good points stayed longer
As I look back I can chronologically repeat every detail of that bad day
But if you ask me about that simple good day
And I remember is feeling -happy
For once..for one small second I can remember it was all okay
And I was content
I didn't want to change anything
I understand now that it's not that I'm unhappy
It's that I want to change everthing
And when I wake up, look into that mirror and think it's going to be another bad day
I'll just have to take a deep breathe and tell myself that I can't chnage everything
It's humanly impossible
And the truth is I know it
Becasue I tried
And it drained me half to death
Smile-- for no reason
And you'll find that you won't be making so many frequent visits to your psychologist

Friday

tneger turns to teenager

When it all comes crashing down
A million and one should have's run through your mind
Racing as fast as that car raced
Down the street
And as the tears run down your cheek
They whisper words to keep you calm
And with the people you love you take a moment to realize how fast they could leave
Just as she raced in back to catch him
As we wait for green
The intoxicated fumes come rushing to the left
Just as we left to meet her
And as we arrived
The car sat there
As hepless as I felt inside
And as we wait
My heart begins to beat
Faster and faster
A pace in tune with the cars that pass
I couldn't help but think it would only get worse
He sinks in his chair
As we see the flashing lights coming up
And the night proceeded to never get any better
Just as I had expected
Time eats you up inside
It's means the end is coming
And it's coming.. jet_fast

"On My Own"

I layed on the cold basement floor
Hands wrapped around my face
And I tried to forget what I had just done
I tried to make up for the fact
That as much as I hated you as a person
I was you
And while I had thrown the towel in
I was doing exactly what you would have done
And that was the day
That I cried becasue I was grieving
The fact that I was so torn
And I finally admitted something was wrong
Out-loud for someone to hear
I layed there numb for those moments
Becasue she had walked away
She couldn't help me
No one could
[I intended on making up for lost time]
And now whenever you make your empty comments
I laugh
I laugh at the fact that I stopped fate
Dead in its tracks
Spun it around and gave it back to you
Because I've finally opened my eyes
And left you alone
Because I'm old enough to guess that
If I hold your hand forever
You will never let go
I picked my head up from my hands
And stood with my feet facing in the direction I couldn't see looking from your eyes
I made my way to the steps
And took my first step
On my own

Wednesday

IF I COULD SEE YOU AGAIN


If I could see you agian

I'd sing you the song I've been saving

If I could see you agaian

I'd tell you all the things that happened

Even though you were right there with me

If I could see you again

I'd admit to never really understanding how much you really meant

If I could see you again

I'd have you tell me the same corny jokes you did and I'd laugh even harder

If I could see you again

I'd ask you to look out for us

If I could see you again

I'd never want to let you go

If I could see you again

I'd remeber sitting there in front of you

And having the illusion of your suit jacket moving up and down

And standing over you

Watching your eyes open

And your lips quiver to a smile like mine

Because if I could only see you again

Things would make more sense maybe

To everyone

And you'd make us happy

Like you always used to

I've always imagined how it would have felt if that day when I walked away crying you would turn back and say "I'm right here, I'll always be right here"

Tuesday

Mexican cowboy

If he was really smart
Don't you think he'd be half way around the world studying abroad?
But he's sitting in a stuffy classroom with a bunch of jouveniles
Telling them how stupid they are and how smart he is
Now there's something a little off in this picture..
But that's besides the point, there's a whole heap of people I could be worrying about
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I warned her
I really knew all this was about to happen
And I tried not to cave into her demands
And now she thinks I betrayed her
By not telling her something that wasn't even her worries to begin with
And the funny part is--
She doesn't understand why
Because no one will ever undertand
I'll never say
Never
I'll be burried with this secret
Holding it tight
Because no matter how much I hate him
I wouldn't ever wish to let this ruin him
IAnd even when that day comes
And I feel like he deserves to have everyone know
I'll remember how much it doesn't matter and how much it's just not worth it
Not worth everyone looking at him differently
The way I do
The blue ocean lays ahead
It's the promise of a new life, a new start
And my ship began to sink
And my hopes and dreams went down with ...


Sunday

Lifes one BIG hypocrite

Not even a week and I already have the urge to hide under a rock til Monday comes
It's like I try so hard to persuade myself into liking him and then--nothing
And the fact is I'm not cold and heartless, I just simply don't like him.
And the more I try, the more I find the task becomes impossible
Like finishing a game of Monoopoly
No matter how long you try and keep your eyes open, you can't help but feel like packing it in for the night
No one ever truely wins
In life I mean
People just make the best of it and try to cope
With the true fact that their never really going to be absolutely content with the way things are
There's always "that something" that creeps up on us from behind
And slaps a nice fat gloomy look on our faces
So we have to force a smile here and there to keep our title of be the envied of the block
And grownups can be just like kids sometimes
Making a big deal about things like cracks on the pavers
The size of my nail
Go cry on your pillow at night, please
Monday couldn't possibly be here any sooner!

Monday

That's over

When you're emotions take over you
It's almost seems inevitable
Like everything in your life was sculpted
In a perfect way for these emotions to easily seep in
And over time the emotions start to collect as they age
The intolerable mood swings, the way your past times don't seem to find their way in as easily
Life starts to focuss more on the world around you rather than oneself
And when people ask you "What's gotten into you?"
You walk away mumbling, things you wouldn't dare say outloud, under your breathe
But loud enough for them to know they haven't gotten the last word in
And you didn't want to put all of that on them all at once
But its like you had a bad case of word vommit
And it all came crashing in on you
I rewrote most of this blog
Because I realized some of it wouldn't make sense to everyone else
But I left my favorite part in
The part that made most sense to me
And held the most valuable meaning
For the end:
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I'm not lying
Making things up is not lying
It's just making life more exciting
And in the end liveable
Becasue a fantasy can always be crumpled up and forgotten about
But reality can't..it's scary, don't screw it up
Til you've tested and learned through your secret life