Lonely cold and sad I cling to you.
Warm, loving and there your arms are no more.
I roll over and see a stranger sleeping next to me.
Strap myself in for another ride.
What's the point of leaving.
This is all that I will find.
Up and down this Roller Coaster is taking me...
It was fun at first exciting and new...
But the longer I ride The more weary I become.
How many more times around...up and down...
How long with this last.
I feel so safe at night when the lights are out.
Her arms wrap around me holding me to her chest.
Our breaths first two and now one.
We fall asleep drifting in to unconscienceness.
I don't know how to express how I feel.
But as the Texas sun rise so floods in the rain.
The Rain of confusion, unstability, worries...
I no longer no what to do...
She isn't happy here anymore, the only happiness in each other's arms.
But I want t
I thrashed through my room to find my hidden book of secrets...
Clothing, belongings, shoes, papers, books strewn about my room looking for those books before the feeling past...
Tears were flowing and so where thoughts.
I feel so lonely even in a room full of people.
I feel isolated in a sea of bodies..
I don't know how to escape these feelings to just turn the thoughts off.
Tears too often my confidants.
Knowing my pains, fears, needs, wants, desires.
Knowing them the way someone close to me should.
I fear I fear I fear so much
I fear being replaced, forgotten, cast away... I fear I will spend the rest of my seeking something I sh
When the Magic Is Gone by whatisthepoint, literature
Literature
When the Magic Is Gone
I remember my first trip to the unknown, where all the older sophisticated people went in droves. All the hippies, and gays and yuppies. The coffee drinking, fruit smoothie gulping masses lay. Where the shinny new cars parked at faded dwellings, for those people luck enough to be in the center of it all. I was in awe of my new surroundings...something felt so welcoming and warm.
It seems so long ago I felt all these things...
But it just seems the unknown is now the well known, where all the party kids, cradle robbers and struggling artists are. The booze guzzling, drug taking, responsibility void masses end up.
I have become quite disench
When the Magic Fades Away by whatisthepoint, literature
Literature
When the Magic Fades Away
When the bright new faces fade into dim shadows,
the glittering streets sucumm to the blackening filth;
When the laughter becomes a dull roar in the past,
the smiles turn slowly into withered faces;
When the friendships slip into never,
the spirit of your bright times disappear.
When the Magic Fades Away by whatisthepoint, literature
Literature
When the Magic Fades Away
When the bright new faces fade into dim shadows,
the glittering streets sucumm to the blackening filth;
When the laughter becomes a dull roar in the past,
the smiles turn slowly into withered faces;
When the friendships slip into never,
the spirit of your bright times disappear.
When the Magic Is Gone by whatisthepoint, literature
Literature
When the Magic Is Gone
I remember my first trip to the unknown, where all the older sophisticated people went in droves. All the hippies, and gays and yuppies. The coffee drinking, fruit smoothie gulping masses lay. Where the shinny new cars parked at faded dwellings, for those people luck enough to be in the center of it all. I was in awe of my new surroundings...something felt so welcoming and warm.
It seems so long ago I felt all these things...
But it just seems the unknown is now the well known, where all the party kids, cradle robbers and struggling artists are. The booze guzzling, drug taking, responsibility void masses end up.
I have become quite disench
I thrashed through my room to find my hidden book of secrets...
Clothing, belongings, shoes, papers, books strewn about my room looking for those books before the feeling past...
Tears were flowing and so where thoughts.
I feel so lonely even in a room full of people.
I feel isolated in a sea of bodies..
I don't know how to escape these feelings to just turn the thoughts off.
Tears too often my confidants.
Knowing my pains, fears, needs, wants, desires.
Knowing them the way someone close to me should.
I fear I fear I fear so much
I fear being replaced, forgotten, cast away... I fear I will spend the rest of my seeking something I sh
Up and down this Roller Coaster is taking me...
It was fun at first exciting and new...
But the longer I ride The more weary I become.
How many more times around...up and down...
How long with this last.
I feel so safe at night when the lights are out.
Her arms wrap around me holding me to her chest.
Our breaths first two and now one.
We fall asleep drifting in to unconscienceness.
I don't know how to express how I feel.
But as the Texas sun rise so floods in the rain.
The Rain of confusion, unstability, worries...
I no longer no what to do...
She isn't happy here anymore, the only happiness in each other's arms.
But I want t
Lonely cold and sad I cling to you.
Warm, loving and there your arms are no more.
I roll over and see a stranger sleeping next to me.
Strap myself in for another ride.
What's the point of leaving.
This is all that I will find.
In this day of dollared moments
New poets dream of fame and fortune sprung
from words collected on the page.
And the only fame I see from spoken word
dances on stage with cap backwards,
holding up pants with one hand
when a belt would serve the same.
Don't get me wrong, I think it's great;
the skill to rhyme in measured time
and match verse with rythmic beat,
but for me the words are lost
in the thump of the bass
and half-naked girls shaking their ass.
So here's the question these new generations
of poets
must face.
Can the words themselves publicize themselves
for you?
Does writing them down and getting them
published
hel
Current Residence: Houston Favourite genre of music: Folk, Alternative and Rock MP3 player of choice: ipod nano Wallpaper of choice: Scenery to match the season... Personal Quote: "Frankly my dear I don't give a damn"
Ok ok so I opted out of an Art class again. Poo Poo on me.
I am taking a full time schedule and for the first time only T,Th classes so I work MWF which means two days of no commuting for me !!!!!!!
I am taking
Biology from 1:50 - 4:50
German I - Ecampus
Intro To Computers - Ecampus
So yah this is a hectic schedule because now I have time to do all the things I never have been able to do in the middle of the week morning and afternoons. I am home by 5:20max its super great. I am definately taking the rest of my classes like this.
Holidays went well...
Not much to update about except that I have been bogged down with the flu for about 4-5 days. But am now getting over it.
Really excited that Ani is coming to town I bought four tickets but one friend cancelled so I need to figure out what to do with the extra ticket cause until I do I am out the 40$.
Well I will update better later.
Christmas was fun got lots of lil goodies.
Got my comforter from my 'rents which was wonderful I have needed one to complete my room (basically I have all the decorations I need just no comforter to tie it in. It is nice and quilted in satin and velvet it has the whole indian (not native american) look I am going for.
I recied two pairs of really nice jeans, two pairs of OldNavy Pants ( returned one pair ). Lots of well pretty under items .. hehe. A gift card for Lanes (which payed for the pants I needed for New Years Eve and a Cami top I just ordered this morning.
Socks, and the C.D. I have been wanting from Brookstone http://www.brooks
Thank you for the devwatch I'm glad you like my eye photos You might have noticed that I'm not doing as many lately as I was before, but I'm going to try again with a better camera