100 equals me

Just a little bit of color.
Just a touch of grey.
Is this the half full or
the half empty glass next to me?

But where do I fit into this?
Am I adding to the colour
or fading back in the grey?
Where do I stand?

Vibrant.
Radiant.
Can you see her
dancing through the airwaves of the pages?

Dull.
Plain.
A hand waves
above the crowd, but you don't see him?

What's the cost
of your soul
When you aren't colourful
When you aren't plain.

Stand up. Stand out.
Splash some color on life.
Get comfortable.
So you don't invade into personal lives.

A balance on stilts
A balance of scales.
A balance in life and death.
A balance in hues.

Let's paint the city with lights.

[Post 100]

Flying in Jar

I never wanted to trap you
To make you feel that way
When the only thing I wanted for you to do
Was spread your wings as wide as you could

I never wanted you to fall
But I'd catch you any way.
That's all I ever did
I always tried to be there

But now your wings don't seem so golden,
they seem to shrivel against the sun
And I don't understand how this could happen
When you were made to resist them.

I thought we'd fly together
But your golden wings are made of wax
I want to save you
But you won't let me catch you

How am I suppose to help you
When you slap my hand away
You said forever, until we were grey
But that must have been a thought from yesterday

I'm still grieving
Not for those beautiful golden wings
But for the person who had them
This chapter never was finished

Can you close it or try to write some more?

Lo Que Será

Che sera, sera
Whatever will be, shall be
But only if I can have you
And you can have me

I can't understand why
people think that they are fine with this
Is it when living is fine
All high and mighty?

But then out of nowhere...
BAM
Someone close to your heart dies
Well che sera, sera to you

Wait, what? Did I hurt your feelings?
Or do you get what I'm saying?
It's either all the time or never
that yo live with this notion

No regrets, che sera, sera
That's how I live
I don't question what happens, or why,
Or what will happen

Still, it's good to be alive

Flat on the Back

Are you willing to cry?
Are you willing to die?
Do you truly believe
that it will make this right?

If you don't believe
Why are you still standing here
By my side telling me
I'm doing right?

Because I don't need that.
I don't need you
telling me something you don't believe.
Yet, I can see it clearly for myself

Maybe I'll fall flat on my back
And wonder why no one was there
To catch me
When I thought someone would be

But at least it will make me strong
I'll stand and walk
Knowing I'm talking my walk
Unlike you.

Because hypocrisy leads you no where

Love (The Lost Language) ♥

{A song I wrote for my friend
Who is getting married
September 13 ♥}

I've been caught off guard
Something about your eyes keeps me here
My heart feels a little strange
Could this be love,
Making me feel this way?
You're asking me for the first dance tonight

Stuck in this moment with you;
(Where) time doesn't exist

Love like the song that can't be written
The song that can't be sung
It echoes a lost language
Aching just beneath the skin

Always thought I knew
What love was until we dance that night
Here we are a few months later
Stronger then ever
Holding on together
You're asking me to be yours forever

Broke the wall around your heart
Here we go on this merry-go-round

Chorus

This ends the height of fear
The final test
Running circles
Running circles
Running circles in my head
Today we become one

Chorus

© Me // October 6/08

The Question

Static, static
Stay as you are
Don't make a move
Because you are static

Don't bring me change
Don't bring about a chase
I'm sitting here
For I am static

The dynamics are not dynamic
Not until I say
And why not sit here a little longer
And drink some more tea?

For I am J. Alfred Prufrock
And this is my love song
As I stay here
And escape the haunting question

But may I turn
twist, tumble, g l i d e
Away to the castle turrets
And I'll watch as life shoots arrows of fire

And then I must make a choice:
Change your course of action
Or stay the same and suffer
Missing out on everything

The dynamics are spinning dynamically
But it's taken a lot to set outside my door
And prove that I don't have to live boringly
So here I go

Will you answer your life question now?

You Want to Know?

See, the thing is,
That you can take me out
From my comfort zone
But I'll still be me

Oh no, I won't argue
Against the fact that I'll change
I know I'll change
But I'll still be me

I won't conform to your ways
Or your ideas
On the way life should be
Or anything like the kind

So put me in a fairy tale story
Put me in a historic book
Put me in a graphic novel
Put me in your memoir

I won't conform to your feelings when I'm just me