captive-serenity

Every time we moved, my daddy would always say “A better road might not be ahead, but it'll be change, Sometimes the past is as good as it will ever be Paths will end, and the house might be a bit dusty. But this is the best it'll ever be.” I've never considered settling, but I guess it's what I do; Even with my head in the clouds, I find happiness From very little comfort. There were promises scattered among cigarette buds and cobwebs in the corners. “Sometimes this is the best it will ever be.” And I took joy in the fact that I was sheltered for a moment, Even though, it rained and I felt the chill of an early

I hate when people ask what I want to do with my life; As if I somehow have control over what happens. What's the point of having expectations when they all come crashing down in the end? I'd rather not think about the years I've noticed plans just never work out. Because you have to leave some room for doubt, And I'd rather just have my whole schedule open For when life decides to come strolling in; Take me for a spin; Show me the world in a different light. I like to say I'm flexible, but the truth is, I've forgotten how to dream. Because I find realistic holes in everything. I'm like the little engine that said she couldn't Bu

Hello again, Love, I write to you in the pale sunlight of an early morning. The sight of the rays cascading over the tree-line was a breath-taking one. I found myself wishing to become one with such a ray of light, to travel the world, slide under the crack beneath your window, crawl along the floor, pull myself up with the lightest of touch onto the bed you sleep, slide beside you, and warm your skin with a stroke of my hand against your cheek. But, I would remain invisible to you. Your eyes would blink awake, searching for perhaps a dream to come to life, and I would be there, looking at you, longing for you to reach out for me, but your h

The springs of forever seem to be so close to my lips; I can feel it beat against my veins—hear it taunt my heart; When two beings so perfectly matched find rhythm in time-- I hear the words of forever, and forever it speaks you'll be mine. The obstacle of life, once so daunting, now doesn't seem to be enough; Each minute passing, is another minute lost without you, How I wish to capture lost time, give each second back to you, Spend each moment in the warmth of your arms. Frozen in Autumn, breathing in the scent of Spring I can feel the warmth of Summer, and it's frightening. Each sensation has become fresh, shining in the glo

I feel the darkness             Pulsating                       Pulsating                                Pulsating through my veins. And I can feel the heat                    Burning                        Burning                              Burning against my hands. When I scream, I hear                        Silence                                 Silence                                           Silence echoing in through my ears. I'm running down corridors that won't end. Each door is locked with no way in. Bone crushing steps coming from somewhere behind I know if I glance, I'll finally come terms with my mind.

Watch me bleed; fall down to my knees, Tilt my head back as the rain comes pouring down; As the world starts to fade, as the world starts to fade away... Let the chills ravish my body. Let my tears touch my lips. Even with you standing beside me, I can't feel your fingertips... STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. I cover my hands over my ears because I don't want to hear. I hide the scars. I hide them well. You don't know what is going on... You don't know what is going on...Inside of me. Inside of me... I can see sympathy. Really? You care? You don't know me. You don't know me... You don't hear the things I hear. See the things I see... wh

A broken locket with a half-written name;          A faded picture in a distorted picture frame. A cracked vase which once held the most precious roses,                 A tear-stained letter in memory of long ago proposes. Eyes closed to a world already seen;       Even the nose seems to have forgotten how to breathe. His presence gone, but she swears she sees him there,                          A half of her while she gazes in the mirror. A calendar left five months behind;       A check on the table, dated but not signed, A leaf which blew in to find shelter from a storm;                 A sanctuary but no longer a home. H

Write me a story about forever Whisper it in my ear. You tell it so sweetly Even when you're not here. Hold me close beside you Even if it is all pretend. For the night, I just won't notice In the morning, you'll be gone again. Love me for a moment Even if it's just a second in time So then my heart can know, briefly That it once called another mine... Write me a story about forever Even if it's a lie. I'll close my eyes and listen And dream of a day, I no longer cry...

I guess last place is not so bad;      The scenery is nice while everyone else is running by. Watching the crowd cheer as people run pass the ending line,                Seeing the celebration while still being on the clock. So easily forgotten when you're not first, second...third...                        Even if you were only a half a second short, A different name will be screamed; and you're just not the one.        Makes me stop and wonder, what is truly the point?                                       I hang back purposely, forget to even try,              I sit down on a hillside; watch the world pass me by... I guess