Passing the time with words

Apr 27

Thanks @wwwbigbaldhead

I seriously want to bash my head in the wall right now. You know, it sucks so fucking hard to have a dream that seemed okay when you’re younger, but as you get older, its so massively frowned upon and looked at like its silly and selfish and basically stupid if you haven’t made it happen by a certain age.
I wasted a huge portion of my life somewhere that while what I was doing brought smiles to thousands of people every day, the satisfaction only went so far…
At the end of a decade doing that, it was gone in the blink of an eye because the stress it was causing was making me physically ill. Now, I’m out, having the time to make what I want happen, but I’m seriously met with brick walls at every turn.
I start to give up then Norman Reedus ends up on my Twitter timeline. Damnit Norman. All the things he has had a part in… the work he has done keep sparking my inspiration and yet again, I can’t move on from this dream like I know I should.

I’m just one silly girl. Average in so many ways, but this dream is meant for someone far beyond average. Is it so much to ask to be able to do what you love? I guess if you ask the guy at the fast food drive thru, his answer would be yes, but even when I try, I can’t bring myself to think like that… it isn’t too much to ask, and I know if I was just given a fucking chance… ugh.

There is a part of me that wants to let go, but a bigger part of me that needs to hold on and prove to mostly myself that it has all been worth it. Every time I am ignored, looked over, passed over and walked on by the industry, freaking Norman Reedus shows up on my TV or timeline and I hold on tighter… so I’m a Norman fangirl, but its his work, his inspiration that keeps me (possibly stupidly) trying.
So, thanks for that. I actually mean it.

Jun 06

Just A circle

It’s just a circle, around your finger, 

an indentation where it should sit

but you sleep, and seem so at peace.

Sitting just outside the door

I can hear you gasping for air 

and I know…

this storm that rages just below my surface

boiling and seething

rages beneath yours as well

but I let you see my pain

my tears soaked your shirt

but I wasn’t begging you to stay

I only wanted you to see

but my words caught fire

and can’t be undone

Just two circles

they sit side by side,

but they are not on intertwined fingers

still you sleep

but your peace has vanished

restlessly, you toss about

and again you gasp for air

I sit just outside the door

with a force that keeps me immobile

in waking hours 

the truth will be burried

your circle will sit beside mine

in a box meant for things long forgotten

but the ache in my chest

where the life in me once beat

will remind me to never forget

Those three little words

you muttered as a punctuation

have lost their meaning 

and I can no longer hear them 

as I gasp for air

Jun 02

pollution (2004)

Breathing in the smoke

it clears my head

two A.M. again

so far from where I should be

This pollution’s got me understood

figured out for now

breathing out this anger

stealing words from strangers

passed the point of any comfort at all

feeling torn apart and strangled

all the pain and scars are fading…  fading out

The smoke, it clears

wisdom fading

all the clarity found

out of reach now

but I’m still trying

holding on to the little bit I have left

figured it out for now

in the silence that I have now broken

I see the consequence, unspoken

so much in here to figure out

so few lifetimes

so much pollution

and what I’ve figured out for now.

Inanimate (1997 or 1996)

The violent yet beautiful aroma of the candles jumped out at her as she stared into the flames.

She wants to live in a dream world

she wants to be beautiful

she wants to be perfect to herself and everyone else

she wants someone to put her in a dolls house

to raise her up above all the rest then rip her back down

Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be? she asks herself

Why aren’t I beautiful?

Why aren’t I talented?

Why won’t anyone look into my heart and see passed  my frightening face, straggly hair and disgusting awkward body?

She throws another plate away, hoping to make a difference

She stares into the mirror, her best friend by her side

asking him the same questions, but he never answers.

His lips are sealed in a frame of gold.

His eyes vacant and painted…


 

Recall (1997)

One long wailing scream 

at the end of a beautiful dream

Falling from the twilight moon

hopeless thoughts are coming true

and everything you ever knew, distorted

Prolonged in euphoria

away with the sun

where only the gifted ingenious shall come

Shattering the beauty that sparkles and fades

Listen to the voices that guide you today

bewildered envisionments

come to thy love

nothing much better for him to think of

summer nights of wilting ponder

want to stay forever longer

Crashing, though be slow and somber

stop

Drifting slowly turns to speed

passed all the hopes and wants and needs

returning to unconscious sleep

disrupted by the calling weak

One long wailing scream 

at the end of a beautiful dream

Jun 01

My sweet serenade

Sweet serenade in the midst of a storm

I choke on the pain, but I sing even more

The thought of it all just makes me feel sick

the lies that you’re spreading are growing and thick

Look at yourself

and your own disappointments

I am not the cause of your fears

Cutting me down

to make you feel important

just to stifle your tears

Take my sweet song

and tear it to pieces, and see that all you’ll have left

is your own beating heart 

and an empty apartment to feed all your lonely regret

you’ll swear that it lies

and that you’ll be alright

when the dust settles and around where you lay

but when it’s all done

there is no substitute for the one thing that you can’t replace.

Untitled (new)

You can’t feel what you’ve taken from me…  I can hardly feel anymore…

In every reprimand, every time you childishly call me a ridiculous name…

Every day makes you worse

You’re just an asshole with something to prove.

you won’t change or alter for anyone or anything.

It’s what you say…

It’s your excuses

I’ve had it with excuses

Say something nice…  Anything

Reassure me of why I’m still here

Give me SOMETHING to work with, anything at all…

All this time has made me weak

I am ashamed at the person I have become…

The person I swore I’d never be, the girl I used to look down on…

Is this what love is all about?

In Between Hours (2011)

I’m talking in circles to the sky, walking in circles across the night, taking my turn dancing with the lies, but it’s fine…  It’s fine.

and I’m stuck in between these hours.  Trying to find a way to pass the time…  It stands so still as life flies by, but I’m holding on for dear life.  So many words to say, but what does it mean when no one is listening?  

Can I ever sing loud enough, try hard enough, or ever just be enough?

Maybe I’m to old to ignore it…  though I try so hard, it just keeps creeping back in.  I can’t explain why it won’t just go away…

but I can’t accept that this is all that’s left for me.  

I will stay stuck in between these hours.

talking in circles to the sky

trying to pass the time

walking in circles across the night

as time stands still

dancing with the lies

holding on for dear life

lost in between these hours

the end of this bottle (2005)

Falling into the times from the past

Pictures fading, but memories, they last

Falling down through that old wooden door

All that lost but I wont ask for more

Friendly faces and hypocrisy

Themed the days that went on endlessly

In the corner standing still

At the end of this bottle and against my will����������� against my will

Through all the angst and the madness that steered

Down the path that took all our tears

Now replaced by these cold tile floors

And the falsities behind unopened doors

Friendly faces and hypocrisy

Themed the days that went on endlessly

In the corner standing still

At the end of this bottle and against my will����� against my will

And I herd the crash on the floor

Was it real or did you need more

More than I ever could

But I’m tired of these faded photographs

And the thoughts of the times that have passed

Put away until next time

defeated (2006)

seemingly small

more than understated

last one to fall

last one you’d think of

beautifully solom

intense dreamer

lost in the shadows

beaten not defeated

the most truthful answer

the last honest speaker

given to empty hands with idle time

to sleep without dreamong

to tear and rip apart

the last of them all

i shed a final tear

for all that i lost

inside that little blue pill

full of empty hands

comming out of the shadows

defeated