just some of my own favorites....
Realization
to write is my way to truly understand me
it seems to come as easily to me as it is to breath
the words flow eloquently on to the page every time
with the ability to fall into perfect rhythm and rhyme
but whenever I try to vocalize- any attempt made to speak
comes out clouded and confused, modest and meek….
growing up it was instilled to always remain humble
but my spirit is hungry and I can’t ignore the rumble
I’ve learned the decision to do or just be lies with me
And I think that I’m finally starting to be able to see
I’m in the driver’s seat- I’m the one behind the wheel
Its time to be honest-and possibly entirely too real
This life is meant to be spent not something you save
Time to finally ignore my subconscious need to behave
Seduce the things I find scary-dance a little with danger
Make my past as familiar to me as a passing stranger
I’m tired of being the one responsible for unsaid things
afraid of the pain that eventually and inevitably expose brings
Its this never ending battle between my head and my heart
But I couldn’t imagine life without writing playing its part
So it is solely up to me to do anything and everything I can
To bring about the realization of my own life’s plan
To believe in what I feel and to understand what I know
now I believe and feel that eventually I’ll get where I want to go
Life: a truly love/hate relationship
I hate the way sometimes things turn out all wrong- how you just can't get it right-i hate
how ignorant people are-i hate that im not ignorant enough not to notice-i hate how selfish,cunivivng,malcious,cruel,jealous,insenstive,uncaring people can be even more so I hate that I can sometimes be all those things--i hate how im a hypocrite and contradicting and lacking self-control-i hate how dull life seems to be once you get old like there is nothing to look forward to...-i hate having to think about the future and all the responability, and the long term decisions it will bring- i hate being forced to grow-up before I'm really ready- I hate having to grow-up at all-i hate when cds skip- i hate getting my period- i hate stupid endless relationship cycles that will continue until one of you finds something better- how old habbits are hard to break- i hate pointless conversations only being carried on for the sake of being polite- i hate how nosy people are-how people seem to get off on gossip and creating uneccesary drama-i hate how we take so much for granted-how we never count our blessings- how we never truly realize how great we have it... how the grass will always seem greener on the otherside- and we'll never truly allow ourselves to be content with where we are in lives at any given moment- I hate how people can be so prideful and unable or unwilling to forgive- I hate how it can be impossible to forget- people, places, things- but most of all I hate how much I analyze things I have no control of.
BUT...........................................................
i love wearing pjs-all day shopping-laughing really hard to the point that I'm crying, and I can't breath and I'm about to pee my pants-cuddling-acting goofy- getting completely hammered- getting lit as hell-long phone conversations well into the early morning hours-comfy hoodies-watching good movies- laying in bed all day on rainy, cold, icky days- really cool tattoos- inside jokes- kissing- sharing a glance and a quick smile with an attractive stranger-good hair days- the way certain people can make you forget about a shitty day-sincere compliments- making someone smile-sombody playing with my hair- wasteing hours sitting outside on summer nights-just bullshiting, grilling out, and drinking beer- girls night out-taking a walk during the first snow of the year- or in the rain- or being up before the sun when it feels like your the only person alive on the planet-pay day-when people crack good jokes-even if there about me- when i can acutally cook and it turns out edible- picking out clothes for guys-cute babies and little kids- pretending I'm a race car driver and zooming around curves at like 80 mph.... complete sexual graitification- more importantly no regret sex-that butterflys in your stomach, can't quit smiling feeling when your first falling for someone- cruisin and car dancin' with my buddies on the way to a party or now the bar....but mostly I just like waking up every morning stretching real big and relishing in the fact that I get to enjoy atleast one more day- and loving every minute of it- realizing that even 5 minutes of complete happiness- even a single moment of being completely satified and content is well worth all the normal mundane days of living- cuz in the end those are the moments we will look back on and the ones we will remember the most and be able relive over and over again through our memories
I Was Reminded
As we lay there quietwas reminded of all the reasons why I lust you
Your smile, and the way it teased at me seductively
Your laugh,and the way it tempted me
Your eyes,and the way they seem to hypnotize me
As we sat there silent I was reminded of all the reasons why I love you
Your smile,and the way it brings such life into me
Your laugh,and the way it makes everything okay
Your eyes,and the way them seems to read my thoughts
As we stand here now I am reminded of all the reasons why I hate you
Your smile, and the way it confuses me
Your laugh, and the way it seems to mock me
Your eyes, and the way they can look into mine and not feel a thing
Empty Pockets
With a pocket full of dreams I set out to take on the world
Feeling I will conquer all Forgetting I'm just a girl
My mind runs rampant as I plan and scheme
Working feverishly day and night to fulfill all my dreams
One step forward Two steps back
Can someone give me a break?
Cut me a lil slack?!?!
I've given all I can to make my dreams come true
I'm running out of ideas ss I search for clues
My dreams begin to dwindle and my time is running out
I had a pocket full of dreams now its a pocket full of doubts
I try to keep my focus And keep up the fight
But my mind has grown wearyAs my goal is nowhere in sight
But my pockets are overflowing with dreams and things to do
So I will continue the quest to make my dreams come true
And when my pockets are empty I'll fill them with new ideas to try
Because when you stop dreaming Is when you start to die
to write is my way to truly understand me
it seems to come as easily to me as it is to breath
the words flow eloquently on to the page every time
with the ability to fall into perfect rhythm and rhyme
but whenever I try to vocalize- any attempt made to speak
comes out clouded and confused, modest and meek….
growing up it was instilled to always remain humble
but my spirit is hungry and I can’t ignore the rumble
I’ve learned the decision to do or just be lies with me
And I think that I’m finally starting to be able to see
I’m in the driver’s seat- I’m the one behind the wheel
Its time to be honest-and possibly entirely too real
This life is meant to be spent not something you save
Time to finally ignore my subconscious need to behave
Seduce the things I find scary-dance a little with danger
Make my past as familiar to me as a passing stranger
I’m tired of being the one responsible for unsaid things
afraid of the pain that eventually and inevitably expose brings
Its this never ending battle between my head and my heart
But I couldn’t imagine life without writing playing its part
So it is solely up to me to do anything and everything I can
To bring about the realization of my own life’s plan
To believe in what I feel and to understand what I know
now I believe and feel that eventually I’ll get where I want to go
Life: a truly love/hate relationship
I hate the way sometimes things turn out all wrong- how you just can't get it right-i hate
how ignorant people are-i hate that im not ignorant enough not to notice-i hate how selfish,cunivivng,malcious,cruel,jealous,insenstive,uncaring people can be even more so I hate that I can sometimes be all those things--i hate how im a hypocrite and contradicting and lacking self-control-i hate how dull life seems to be once you get old like there is nothing to look forward to...-i hate having to think about the future and all the responability, and the long term decisions it will bring- i hate being forced to grow-up before I'm really ready- I hate having to grow-up at all-i hate when cds skip- i hate getting my period- i hate stupid endless relationship cycles that will continue until one of you finds something better- how old habbits are hard to break- i hate pointless conversations only being carried on for the sake of being polite- i hate how nosy people are-how people seem to get off on gossip and creating uneccesary drama-i hate how we take so much for granted-how we never count our blessings- how we never truly realize how great we have it... how the grass will always seem greener on the otherside- and we'll never truly allow ourselves to be content with where we are in lives at any given moment- I hate how people can be so prideful and unable or unwilling to forgive- I hate how it can be impossible to forget- people, places, things- but most of all I hate how much I analyze things I have no control of.
BUT...........................................................
i love wearing pjs-all day shopping-laughing really hard to the point that I'm crying, and I can't breath and I'm about to pee my pants-cuddling-acting goofy- getting completely hammered- getting lit as hell-long phone conversations well into the early morning hours-comfy hoodies-watching good movies- laying in bed all day on rainy, cold, icky days- really cool tattoos- inside jokes- kissing- sharing a glance and a quick smile with an attractive stranger-good hair days- the way certain people can make you forget about a shitty day-sincere compliments- making someone smile-sombody playing with my hair- wasteing hours sitting outside on summer nights-just bullshiting, grilling out, and drinking beer- girls night out-taking a walk during the first snow of the year- or in the rain- or being up before the sun when it feels like your the only person alive on the planet-pay day-when people crack good jokes-even if there about me- when i can acutally cook and it turns out edible- picking out clothes for guys-cute babies and little kids- pretending I'm a race car driver and zooming around curves at like 80 mph.... complete sexual graitification- more importantly no regret sex-that butterflys in your stomach, can't quit smiling feeling when your first falling for someone- cruisin and car dancin' with my buddies on the way to a party or now the bar....but mostly I just like waking up every morning stretching real big and relishing in the fact that I get to enjoy atleast one more day- and loving every minute of it- realizing that even 5 minutes of complete happiness- even a single moment of being completely satified and content is well worth all the normal mundane days of living- cuz in the end those are the moments we will look back on and the ones we will remember the most and be able relive over and over again through our memories
I Was Reminded
As we lay there quietwas reminded of all the reasons why I lust you
Your smile, and the way it teased at me seductively
Your laugh,and the way it tempted me
Your eyes,and the way they seem to hypnotize me
As we sat there silent I was reminded of all the reasons why I love you
Your smile,and the way it brings such life into me
Your laugh,and the way it makes everything okay
Your eyes,and the way them seems to read my thoughts
As we stand here now I am reminded of all the reasons why I hate you
Your smile, and the way it confuses me
Your laugh, and the way it seems to mock me
Your eyes, and the way they can look into mine and not feel a thing
Empty Pockets
With a pocket full of dreams I set out to take on the world
Feeling I will conquer all Forgetting I'm just a girl
My mind runs rampant as I plan and scheme
Working feverishly day and night to fulfill all my dreams
One step forward Two steps back
Can someone give me a break?
Cut me a lil slack?!?!
I've given all I can to make my dreams come true
I'm running out of ideas ss I search for clues
My dreams begin to dwindle and my time is running out
I had a pocket full of dreams now its a pocket full of doubts
I try to keep my focus And keep up the fight
But my mind has grown wearyAs my goal is nowhere in sight
But my pockets are overflowing with dreams and things to do
So I will continue the quest to make my dreams come true
And when my pockets are empty I'll fill them with new ideas to try
Because when you stop dreaming Is when you start to die