An Old Post, a New Post
April 20th 2009 8:52 am
Resonance
reflection of light
and
oh she was broken, wasn't she?
that glass heart and writings as if she was still only 16
didn't make her any less want
didn't make her any less want
could have scraped herself raw on that sand
tarnished inside like metal
can it be polished?
forgotten, too late
and she's got breakable bone
oh she's broken, isn't she?
spills and falls and still holds her hands up
just like she was young
older, and aren't you any smarter, girl?
you walk to that water, now
and put yourself in
tie, tie tighter
dressed nice so they won't have to bother
pinch your cheeks for colour
for feeling
yes you are still here and
you never thought you would be
everyone left you
except the one who hurts you
and you can't forget
you can't go back
you can't have them back
no one left to carry the memories except you
and your back is weak
echo the music and it takes you somewhere else
where you don't have to claw
no, don't show your bitter teeth
clever girl, hide it now
and they will love you for who you never were
Almost 26 July 09, 11:29pm
And this is how she fell
now
and this is how she fell
now
Sweetly
into that which made her remember
and she remembered him as clear as the day he didn't get to say goodbye
Snowing and April now
delayed me with the scent of comfort foods dwelling in a car that
could never go fast enough
could never go through enough to pretend it was my pain
and that we could forget
that there was nothing but bracken water to keep you with us
and you a freshwater fish
there was never any doubt at first
now it's a cliche of all that's left
Hang my head down, now
I'm not sorry I miss you
I'm sorry, I never wanted to say goodbye
it was always in the deathly quiet that I looked for you
and
I found snow angels and a bag of bones.
Holy Hannah and a snapped brainwave... he reminds me so much of him & Jer, only, ermm, not. And he's British. Fucking hell. It's like talking to ghosts. It's disconcerting, to say the least. I feel like I'm not... I don't know what. No, really. I don't know what. All I know is that he reminds me so much of him.... and I know that my brother is gone.
I'm like a little kid with waaaaay too much sugar.
I probably DO have ADHD or some such bojangles shit.
I totally fucking win "Most High Strung Individual Not Currently on Caffeine or Other Drugs" award!!
Pbbblllthht.
Can anyone say "Make an arse of thyself"?
Canna help it, I just.... am.
Or whatever my latest excuse is.
Blat.
Resonance
reflection of light
and
oh she was broken, wasn't she?
that glass heart and writings as if she was still only 16
didn't make her any less want
didn't make her any less want
could have scraped herself raw on that sand
tarnished inside like metal
can it be polished?
forgotten, too late
and she's got breakable bone
oh she's broken, isn't she?
spills and falls and still holds her hands up
just like she was young
older, and aren't you any smarter, girl?
you walk to that water, now
and put yourself in
tie, tie tighter
dressed nice so they won't have to bother
pinch your cheeks for colour
for feeling
yes you are still here and
you never thought you would be
everyone left you
except the one who hurts you
and you can't forget
you can't go back
you can't have them back
no one left to carry the memories except you
and your back is weak
echo the music and it takes you somewhere else
where you don't have to claw
no, don't show your bitter teeth
clever girl, hide it now
and they will love you for who you never were
Almost 26 July 09, 11:29pm
And this is how she fell
now
and this is how she fell
now
Sweetly
into that which made her remember
and she remembered him as clear as the day he didn't get to say goodbye
Snowing and April now
delayed me with the scent of comfort foods dwelling in a car that
could never go fast enough
could never go through enough to pretend it was my pain
and that we could forget
that there was nothing but bracken water to keep you with us
and you a freshwater fish
there was never any doubt at first
now it's a cliche of all that's left
Hang my head down, now
I'm not sorry I miss you
I'm sorry, I never wanted to say goodbye
it was always in the deathly quiet that I looked for you
and
I found snow angels and a bag of bones.
Holy Hannah and a snapped brainwave... he reminds me so much of him & Jer, only, ermm, not. And he's British. Fucking hell. It's like talking to ghosts. It's disconcerting, to say the least. I feel like I'm not... I don't know what. No, really. I don't know what. All I know is that he reminds me so much of him.... and I know that my brother is gone.
I'm like a little kid with waaaaay too much sugar.
I probably DO have ADHD or some such bojangles shit.
I totally fucking win "Most High Strung Individual Not Currently on Caffeine or Other Drugs" award!!
Pbbblllthht.
Can anyone say "Make an arse of thyself"?
Canna help it, I just.... am.
Or whatever my latest excuse is.
Blat.