I chanced upon a listing
of meaningless questions
most with an inconsequential response
(at least, they used to be).
I find myself jumping to answers you'd normally find
pouring unabashedly from the fingertips of one young lover
whose heart has flippy-flopped for the very first time--
one who is so convinced that this is love,
that this is it and that he or she is THE one.
I chanced upon my memories
pouring over them;
remembering what it is to know that feeling for the first time
and how those memories
sometimes
are confused with the ones
that you and I made not but hours ago.
I find myself stumbling for words
because I do
I Don't Know What to Say by DecemberBLUE07, literature
Literature
I Don't Know What to Say
I cannot speak; my tongue's been cut, my mind been burned, but at least my face can still be forced to smile. --I need a little slice of happiness, little slice of happiness, oh, I need a little spot on the sun.
I cannot dream these dreams without some fear of rebuttal
from the stars that sleep and pray to keep
their place among Jupiter and Mars~
These movies in my head, oh the movies in my head
are so unlike your extravagant exploits
your fairytales with swords and fighter jets;
They're so much simpler, but far more complicated
(they deal with the nature of humans
who have grown so unnatural
that they question instinct, even,
and
I chanced upon a listing
of meaningless questions
most with an inconsequential response
(at least, they used to be).
I find myself jumping to answers you'd normally find
pouring unabashedly from the fingertips of one young lover
whose heart has flippy-flopped for the very first time--
one who is so convinced that this is love,
that this is it and that he or she is THE one.
I chanced upon my memories
pouring over them;
remembering what it is to know that feeling for the first time
and how those memories
sometimes
are confused with the ones
that you and I made not but hours ago.
I find myself stumbling for words
because I do
I Promised You Forever by DecemberBLUE07, literature
Literature
I Promised You Forever
The sun is dawning
and the world is still spinning;
I am in motion,
but I am statue-still.
My heart is forever beating,
lungs forever breathing,
and I am eternally grateful.
For what?
I'm not sure,
but I know it's there.
And, if for nothing else,
I am thankful for the sun, the moon, and the stars,
and how they reflect off my memories of you-
how they shine for you-
even if you're not here.
The breeze is blowing
and the birds are still singing;
I am silent,
and I am loud.
I am forever living,
forever dying,
forever in motion,
forever for you;
forever, even if you're not here.
"She knows."
"What does she know?"
"Things....things."
"Things? What kind of things?"
"Important things. I- things...things that could break me."
"Break, what?"
"I, my, ME. Things that could and would and probably will break ME into a million tiny pieces."
"But why?"
"Because I let her."
"...why?"
"Love makes you do things."
"Things?"
"Things... just...things."
"...What kinds of things?"
III.
It's 3 am and I'm saying things I don't mean,
Oh and I'm meaning things that I don't say.
It should be the other way around but I'm backwards right now,
oh, and nothing makes sense any more--
and common sense has long since gone to bed,
where you should be with me,
and keep me from these nightmares
oh,
but I'm too afraid to tell you,
too afraid.
And I'm too afraid to ask you,
too afraid.
And if it were anytime of day besides right now
I wouldn't be admitting that,
I'm too full of pride.
But Fuck it, right? Fuck it.
And thing is, I don't even want you in that "'love' me for one night till we're both satisfied, be gone in
when I say fuck it I don’t mean fuck the dream
I mean fuck the steady stream of reminders, signs that you are not good enough, I mean fuck the rock and the hard place, the corner we are backed into, and only the ones who slip up and get shoved back against the walls even realize it, and by then we only have half a hope of making it. fuck giving until you give out and getting nothing in return, the stories lied, your best is not enough.
I mean fuck the facades, the show we all put on, like this is sane and normal, like we don’t all cry at one in the morning, or three, or five, like two hours of sleep is fine because everyone else
The lightning flashes
And I know you're out there somewhere,
Streaking across sky.
You and I were both
wild things domesticated-
Now you're freer, and
Faster than we could
ever have imagined when
we raced in the snow.
Thunder rolls across
the prairie skies, but I know
you're not afraid now.
Riding the wind, your
heartbeats soar through the trees while
I think I can feel
Your touch in the rain,
beautiful; your smiling eyes-
I know you're still here.
I chanced upon a listing
of meaningless questions
most with an inconsequential response
(at least, they used to be).
I find myself jumping to answers you'd normally find
pouring unabashedly from the fingertips of one young lover
whose heart has flippy-flopped for the very first time--
one who is so convinced that this is love,
that this is it and that he or she is THE one.
I chanced upon my memories
pouring over them;
remembering what it is to know that feeling for the first time
and how those memories
sometimes
are confused with the ones
that you and I made not but hours ago.
I find myself stumbling for words
because I do
Current Residence: Earth Favourite genre of music: Anything and everything MP3 player of choice: Sansa e260r Shell of choice: seashells. :D Favourite cartoon character: Hobbes
as that last journal entry is quite old,
and needn't be on my front page any longer. :3
Love love love! :3
♥/M
p.s. I wish I could purr, so I could actually express
the feeling of being at such a higher level of contentment than can be explained in words.
:)
Hmm. I want to update, I do, but there's so freaking much to write (and I reallly should be working on school work, mid-term week, whee. :P )
Just a little note to say that I *am* still alive, and my 'ninja' and I are doing well.
I've not much time for writing/drawing lately, but I hope to get some in over Spring Break. I should (hopefully) have some photos to post after SB, as I have a few places to visit for a project.
How're yoooou?