When it all goes crazy and the thrill is gone
The days get rainy and the nights get long
When you get that feelin' you were born to lose
Staring at your ceiling thinkin' of your blues
When there's so much trouble that you wanna cry
The world has crumbled and you don't know why
When your hopes are fading and they can't be found
Dreams have left you waiting, friends have let you down
When you need a lover and you're down so low
You start to wonder, but you never know
When the blues come callin' at the break of dawn
The rain keeps fallin', but the rainbow's gone
When you feel like crying but the tears won't come
When your dreams are dyin', when you're on the run
Just remember..
And it will be alright.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again
whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
and I miss you.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Alone
Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak
I cannot trust these voices
But I don't have a line of prospect
That can give some kind of peace
There’s nothing left to cling on
That can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It’s the breathing that's taking all this work
Now do you know what I mean when I say
I don’t want to be alone
What I mean when I say
I don’t want to feel alone?
Just in case, I will leave my things packed
So I can run away
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak
I cannot trust these voices
But I don't have a line of prospect
That can give some kind of peace
There’s nothing left to cling on
That can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It’s the breathing that's taking all this work
Now do you know what I mean when I say
I don’t want to be alone
What I mean when I say
I don’t want to feel alone?
Just in case, I will leave my things packed
So I can run away
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