maybe_mayhem
06/30/03, 12:07 PM
Circling Fate-
The ever constant ringing catches me in the moment of a sparkle that has left my eyes only to return with what could be the rest of my days.To catch myself from an unfamiliar fall rewards me with tranquility and natural feelings, a rarity amongst many.A gentle nudge on the metal frame that bears your soul looks so beautiful from here.You set the stage for my inhibitions to get lost in the swift motion granted that no one else will hear.All that's left is the deserted space between questions of uncertainty and what tomorrow holds.In this narrow strip on enchanted memories we are sole survivors of past experiences we will never be able to mend.What has come of this break in something so eternal?Mistakes that never mattered at all make it comforting to know everything is better to have happened for a reason than to sit untouched on an empty shelf where dust has claimed it's ground. I'll never remember what was said or how you put it, but one promise I'll always keep with me, the promise of what is ment to be.
Hope Springs Eternal-
A new slate, a blank page, a chance to start
over.He grabs hold of this opportunity which
seems sureal but is in plain view.Always
troubled by these past years with time
better spent feeling useless and never
included.They thought they had him figured
out, his patterns of design.Emotions of
solitude decorate his face as dissapointment
has found it's way to this one.Seven on one
never had a fair outcome. With six remaining
the last pair stand tall over what they have
accomplished, not together but by their
lonesome.Every night the carefully strewn
stars map out his happiness with phrases
like "never again".Tomorrow the clouds will
smile upon this young character of new found
content.He will carry with him knowledge of
strength with his strength of knowledge on
his journey to a place in time where he
cannot be seen in all his glory.
My Release-
Unplugged from the world, that insecure
place we once knew as home. We are non
existent in the hearts of our companions.
They know not of our mistakes that led us
to where we are, this remote state of
insanity. I was always told I would end up
this way, but I refused to believe it,
especially with you. Ever since you saw me
on my knees, hands shaking with the sky.
Now my hand is welcomed by your firm grip
against the chain which guides us to the
blank horizon to end the beginning of our
lives. There's no point in looking back but
I pray that you would so I can see my
reflection off your eyes. Then I wonder, do
I see the same thing you do? As we walk for
days the blisters form in new ways. Our
destination has been reached, but is it
where our intentions lead us?
Racing the sun-
The sun never burned me on a night like
this. As the burn appears the streetlight
dims to a familiar shade to the point that
we can all empathize. My heart thrusts into
submission, my hands tremble to grasp the
pain brought to me by the raging figure
that glistens off the face of the murky
water.These eyes fall witness to the shards
of glass that pierce the air they left
behind. My view is opened to the sound of
your cries, just across the sea. Days away
from the grass filled hill that screamed
your innocense leaves me uneasy knowing
that this massacre will bring us closer.
I'm sorry you weren't able to experience
the feeling when the angels spoke.
Perched on this cloud is how i spend my
time.Don't worry, you'll join me soon.
I would really appreciate it if you guys could just take a minute to tell me what you think. thanks.
The ever constant ringing catches me in the moment of a sparkle that has left my eyes only to return with what could be the rest of my days.To catch myself from an unfamiliar fall rewards me with tranquility and natural feelings, a rarity amongst many.A gentle nudge on the metal frame that bears your soul looks so beautiful from here.You set the stage for my inhibitions to get lost in the swift motion granted that no one else will hear.All that's left is the deserted space between questions of uncertainty and what tomorrow holds.In this narrow strip on enchanted memories we are sole survivors of past experiences we will never be able to mend.What has come of this break in something so eternal?Mistakes that never mattered at all make it comforting to know everything is better to have happened for a reason than to sit untouched on an empty shelf where dust has claimed it's ground. I'll never remember what was said or how you put it, but one promise I'll always keep with me, the promise of what is ment to be.
Hope Springs Eternal-
A new slate, a blank page, a chance to start
over.He grabs hold of this opportunity which
seems sureal but is in plain view.Always
troubled by these past years with time
better spent feeling useless and never
included.They thought they had him figured
out, his patterns of design.Emotions of
solitude decorate his face as dissapointment
has found it's way to this one.Seven on one
never had a fair outcome. With six remaining
the last pair stand tall over what they have
accomplished, not together but by their
lonesome.Every night the carefully strewn
stars map out his happiness with phrases
like "never again".Tomorrow the clouds will
smile upon this young character of new found
content.He will carry with him knowledge of
strength with his strength of knowledge on
his journey to a place in time where he
cannot be seen in all his glory.
My Release-
Unplugged from the world, that insecure
place we once knew as home. We are non
existent in the hearts of our companions.
They know not of our mistakes that led us
to where we are, this remote state of
insanity. I was always told I would end up
this way, but I refused to believe it,
especially with you. Ever since you saw me
on my knees, hands shaking with the sky.
Now my hand is welcomed by your firm grip
against the chain which guides us to the
blank horizon to end the beginning of our
lives. There's no point in looking back but
I pray that you would so I can see my
reflection off your eyes. Then I wonder, do
I see the same thing you do? As we walk for
days the blisters form in new ways. Our
destination has been reached, but is it
where our intentions lead us?
Racing the sun-
The sun never burned me on a night like
this. As the burn appears the streetlight
dims to a familiar shade to the point that
we can all empathize. My heart thrusts into
submission, my hands tremble to grasp the
pain brought to me by the raging figure
that glistens off the face of the murky
water.These eyes fall witness to the shards
of glass that pierce the air they left
behind. My view is opened to the sound of
your cries, just across the sea. Days away
from the grass filled hill that screamed
your innocense leaves me uneasy knowing
that this massacre will bring us closer.
I'm sorry you weren't able to experience
the feeling when the angels spoke.
Perched on this cloud is how i spend my
time.Don't worry, you'll join me soon.
I would really appreciate it if you guys could just take a minute to tell me what you think. thanks.