Saturday, October 6, 2012
Truth, Volume 1
It's clearly not right if it's not tonight.
Enraptured, tantalizing, seductive thoughts of us swirl around
Enraptured, tantalizing, seductive thoughts of us swirl around
Posing remarkable thoughts of self doubt, self deprecation, and promoting dissatisfaction
Reasons of promise, desire, the realization of failure
Reasons of promise, desire, the realization of failure
Let it be
Let it be
Like a long winded movie or a painful wedding
Let it be
Like a long winded movie or a painful wedding
The script drags on, without ending
Is it worth knowing how exhausted I am
Of all that I know and love to feel
It's all the same
Another girl, another planet
Everything is perfect for you they say
If that was true, why do I want what I can't have every day?
When I look anyways, when I know the path that road goes?
This is the truth, Volume 1
The hardest of all is admitting pure selfishness is my greatest downfall
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a foggy night and you were way too close to my heart to be this far away.
You know when you've had a long day, and you're walking inside the door of your house and relief washes over you knowing that you're home, you're safe, time to relax? You remember, you kick back your feet, put on the kettle, rummage through the cupboards to put food on the table? A few texts to friends, chatter from the TV, all noise to distract one's self as part of the routine.
You're the same way to me. A delectable, beautiful feeling. Comforting. Perfect routine.
You know what? It's been too long, come home now. I mean it, I really do.
The mind goes into overdrive left unchecked; the long drives home, the subway clacking, cars honking, faint wail of an ambulance, city life. The beginning of the end when snow begins to fall.
Not that I should be afraid, oh no.
Fear is whatever we allow ourselves to be intimidated by. But it is that feeling when you're very alone, about to close your eyes at night, the lonely thoughts creep into our mind that we deny even exist. We buy pets, fancy cars, and shop at stores we can't afford, while we accept more hours at work. All the while we forget what was once most important to us. That feeling of contentment.
And in some way I don't feel it's fair to say that you or I would be content simply because of one person, because in all honesty, that is a great amount now of pressure on that special someone to make you content. It is simply impossible to make somebody happy all the time.
This being said, once you can dig down within yourself, whether it's lying drunk, face up on a stranger's bed after a night at the bar, or sitting alone at a dinner table set for one, being content starts within. Because only then, can the journey set sail with another special person.
Let us think more of how we can be better well rounded individuals, people that genuinely inspire others. Because once we realize our intricate value, and what we can offer to others, only then can we appreciate someone who recognizes these traits and accepts you for them. And loneliness? It fades fast, right?
You know when you've had a long day, and you're walking inside the door of your house and relief washes over you knowing that you're home, you're safe, time to relax? You remember, you kick back your feet, put on the kettle, rummage through the cupboards to put food on the table? A few texts to friends, chatter from the TV, all noise to distract one's self as part of the routine.
You're the same way to me. A delectable, beautiful feeling. Comforting. Perfect routine.
You know what? It's been too long, come home now. I mean it, I really do.
The mind goes into overdrive left unchecked; the long drives home, the subway clacking, cars honking, faint wail of an ambulance, city life. The beginning of the end when snow begins to fall.
Not that I should be afraid, oh no.
Fear is whatever we allow ourselves to be intimidated by. But it is that feeling when you're very alone, about to close your eyes at night, the lonely thoughts creep into our mind that we deny even exist. We buy pets, fancy cars, and shop at stores we can't afford, while we accept more hours at work. All the while we forget what was once most important to us. That feeling of contentment.
And in some way I don't feel it's fair to say that you or I would be content simply because of one person, because in all honesty, that is a great amount now of pressure on that special someone to make you content. It is simply impossible to make somebody happy all the time.
This being said, once you can dig down within yourself, whether it's lying drunk, face up on a stranger's bed after a night at the bar, or sitting alone at a dinner table set for one, being content starts within. Because only then, can the journey set sail with another special person.
Let us think more of how we can be better well rounded individuals, people that genuinely inspire others. Because once we realize our intricate value, and what we can offer to others, only then can we appreciate someone who recognizes these traits and accepts you for them. And loneliness? It fades fast, right?
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Everything inside you
Says there's nothing as good as this,
Finding the bottom of that well that you
Were told to never fall into, scolded to stay away from (who knew boys and old water wells were bad for you?)
Who knew that the descent to the bottom would find
The child's play toy, the broken bucket, and we can't forget about the skulls, right?
The skeletons that pulled out of the deep dark murky dredge
Reveal insecurities, flaws, hurt caused by words that cut deeper than the blade of any knife
Rising to the surface it doesn't matter anymore that there is dirt on your hair and that my hands are holding yours way too tight, knuckles white
Just that we're safe and no longer stuck in this deep, deep bottomless expanse
Unable, or worse, unwilling to escape
Finding the bottom of that well that you
Were told to never fall into, scolded to stay away from (who knew boys and old water wells were bad for you?)
Who knew that the descent to the bottom would find
The child's play toy, the broken bucket, and we can't forget about the skulls, right?
The skeletons that pulled out of the deep dark murky dredge
Reveal insecurities, flaws, hurt caused by words that cut deeper than the blade of any knife
Rising to the surface it doesn't matter anymore that there is dirt on your hair and that my hands are holding yours way too tight, knuckles white
Just that we're safe and no longer stuck in this deep, deep bottomless expanse
Unable, or worse, unwilling to escape
Thursday, August 9, 2012
The Wall
It never felt like this before. When your eyes were on him. Not the eyes that are that vibrant, beautiful, blue-green. He felt like that part of him, the Wall, is falling, East Germany, November, 1991. The unenviable trait of being content, simply on his own begins to fade. It's a wonderful thing how a connection is formed, sacrificing for someone else, the dissipation of one.
Easy smiles, long drives, calculated text messages, Silhouettes by a Swedish house DJ on the car stereo.
She became more real for him.
It's the hand that traces the outline of your creases in the sheets.
The eyes that flit, flutter, dance awake.
The words that make us both shake;
'I'm here to stay'.
When you've given all that you've had before and you've pushed yourself to a point where the only thing you want is to want someone that wants all of you as much as you want them, only then can you really truly find someone.
I never knew this until a cloudy day in July, the sky was dull, grey, threatening to rage against humanity with weapons of mass rainfall.
Remember lying in your bed and the heavens opened? Millions of water droplets began to fall, spiraling, tumbling, rushing their way to earth.
Over our head they crashed, flattened, and streaked off the window pane.
The bedroom pane was more than just a window above us. It was more than just a place for light to enter darkness.
It was a window of our soul. Peering in, you can see heartbreak, distrust, complications.
We couldn't stay away.
And I think ultimately when he began a new start, it wasn't just a new experience, a new relationship, or a new car smell that gradually wears off.
That would be a terrible iteration of vanity, much less a moral improvement.
This was a new beginning. His brain churned like the reverie of the most concussive opiate.
She was worth it. She was perfect.
She is his.
Easy smiles, long drives, calculated text messages, Silhouettes by a Swedish house DJ on the car stereo.
She became more real for him.
It's the hand that traces the outline of your creases in the sheets.
The eyes that flit, flutter, dance awake.
The words that make us both shake;
'I'm here to stay'.
When you've given all that you've had before and you've pushed yourself to a point where the only thing you want is to want someone that wants all of you as much as you want them, only then can you really truly find someone.
I never knew this until a cloudy day in July, the sky was dull, grey, threatening to rage against humanity with weapons of mass rainfall.
Remember lying in your bed and the heavens opened? Millions of water droplets began to fall, spiraling, tumbling, rushing their way to earth.
Over our head they crashed, flattened, and streaked off the window pane.
The bedroom pane was more than just a window above us. It was more than just a place for light to enter darkness.
It was a window of our soul. Peering in, you can see heartbreak, distrust, complications.
We couldn't stay away.
And I think ultimately when he began a new start, it wasn't just a new experience, a new relationship, or a new car smell that gradually wears off.
That would be a terrible iteration of vanity, much less a moral improvement.
This was a new beginning. His brain churned like the reverie of the most concussive opiate.
She was worth it. She was perfect.
She is his.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Time for the truth
You know what gets me going? When I see and talk to people (friends included) whose life ambitions include being 'ridiculously drunk last weekend' and 'partying for the nights we can't remember.' I'm tired of this selfish, lazy attitude that is rampant still in my age group. It's normal to go through that stage in University (18-22), but when is enough enough? If I hear another stupid girl tell me how drunk she was last night I think I'll give up on mankind. This attitude of being wild and crazy, living for the moment, is pathetic. What about advancing a career, volunteering, doing something for someone else? What about being useful to society? A lifestyle of partying and getting drunk at 23 is the lowest form of entertainment that way too much of North America is addicted too. Can't get a good job and you're blaming the economy? Stop spending $50 a weekend on alcohol and spend it on gas dropping off resumes, making yourself something of a human with responsibilities - we have it way too good here in North America.
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