Thursday, August 11, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Hurdle the Dead
I don't break hearts. It's the memories I collect.
Gone but not forgotten, defined in retrospect.
Smiles and tears, hopes and dreams.
Moments unravel like stitches to a seam.
Picture perfect pleasantries.
Silly scrapbook tendencies.
We record the world and memorize the faces.
Trapped inside a diary, we wither like the pages.
History leaves our hearts in utter disarray.
And as we fall apart, we cling to what remains.
We worship the past, we honor the stains.
We sacrifice logic to recreate the pain.
Just a simple emotion, a first love once again.
Never really move on. Never hurdle the dead.
Never let go. It's impossible to forget.
Because the magic we had will never be a regret.
We divide our hearts in the shape of love.
But now our passion falls short and its not enough.
Can't return to neverland if only you believe.
The flight of our hearts is a distant memory.
In the back of my mind I feel every emotion again.
Swimming and spinning before the emptiness began.
So I say to you hearts, pure and passionate.
We are made of scars, we are made to forget.
But before the light of our eyes falls to shadow and sorrow
Light up the night with bright dreams of tomorrow.
If I based my life on the person I once was,
I would have never discovered the man that I've become.
Gone but not forgotten, defined in retrospect.
Smiles and tears, hopes and dreams.
Moments unravel like stitches to a seam.
Picture perfect pleasantries.
Silly scrapbook tendencies.
We record the world and memorize the faces.
Trapped inside a diary, we wither like the pages.
History leaves our hearts in utter disarray.
And as we fall apart, we cling to what remains.
We worship the past, we honor the stains.
We sacrifice logic to recreate the pain.
Just a simple emotion, a first love once again.
Never really move on. Never hurdle the dead.
Never let go. It's impossible to forget.
Because the magic we had will never be a regret.
We divide our hearts in the shape of love.
But now our passion falls short and its not enough.
Can't return to neverland if only you believe.
The flight of our hearts is a distant memory.
In the back of my mind I feel every emotion again.
Swimming and spinning before the emptiness began.
So I say to you hearts, pure and passionate.
We are made of scars, we are made to forget.
But before the light of our eyes falls to shadow and sorrow
Light up the night with bright dreams of tomorrow.
If I based my life on the person I once was,
I would have never discovered the man that I've become.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Echoes in the Emptiness
The violin will scream songs of your demise
Gracefully alluding to thoughts of another time.
This wicked wonderland lullaby
Say good night one last time.
When all the tears refuse to dry
Painfully eluding the truth behind the lies
This frigid fragile kiss good night
I would die to forget your eyes.
I don't believe this is the last of all my dreams
though it seems to remain unseen.
I can't believe this is the only way to bleed
but I'm certain I've came to be...
empty.
I try to memorize all my words
Piercing their meaning into the walls of my heart
Another poem with another verse
Say you'll fall for me. Say you'll fall apart.
Impossible to compromise.
Hearing all the sounds without a syllable spoken
You were always the music of the night.
But tonight your notes fall upon the broken.
And if this song plays to the end of me
though it seems to remain unseen.
And if these words destroy your dreams
you will know what it is to be empty...
just like me.
Gracefully alluding to thoughts of another time.
This wicked wonderland lullaby
Say good night one last time.
When all the tears refuse to dry
Painfully eluding the truth behind the lies
This frigid fragile kiss good night
I would die to forget your eyes.
I don't believe this is the last of all my dreams
though it seems to remain unseen.
I can't believe this is the only way to bleed
but I'm certain I've came to be...
empty.
I try to memorize all my words
Piercing their meaning into the walls of my heart
Another poem with another verse
Say you'll fall for me. Say you'll fall apart.
Impossible to compromise.
Hearing all the sounds without a syllable spoken
You were always the music of the night.
But tonight your notes fall upon the broken.
And if this song plays to the end of me
though it seems to remain unseen.
And if these words destroy your dreams
you will know what it is to be empty...
just like me.
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