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Poems and Songs I've Written
Monday September 8, 2008
I've been inside out for far too long, bearing my naked heart to the world. I want to be turned right side in again so my smile's on the outside where it belongs____.
Do you believe in new beginnings for yourself? I hope you do___. We're rewriting this story for two. My time has come for a blank page.
I've been inside out for far too long, so unguarded and unwell. I don't want to be that vulnerable, so open to attack from every side____.
Do you believe in new beginnings for yourself? I hope you do___. We're rewriting this story for two. I've loved you from the very start.
| | Posted by Marisa at 7:44 PM - | |
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Hello passengers, It's me, your pilot speaking. It's a lovely day out, you have no need to worry___. 'Cause we're not going down__, we're not going down___ today_____.
The "Fasten Seat belts" light has turned out, sit back and___ and enjoy your ride. 'Cause the crash and burn won't come, the crash and burn won't come today_____.
Chorus: And I've flown this plane so many times before, being on autopilot leaves no room to explore.
And I won't wake up when the world ends, I'll be the only one who doesn't attend.
I'm fast asleep-the tank is empty, where you end up is the best place to be.
Hello passengers, it's my hands your lives are in. The air's getting thick, signs of storms ahead____. But we're not going down__, we're not going down__ today____.
A speed limit sign passed in the sky. I turned away, laughed to myself, 'cause I've been flying for far too long now. The crash and burn won't come, the crash and burn won't come today_____.
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And I've flown this plane so many times before, being on autopilot leaves no room to explore.
And I won't wake up when the world ends, I'll be the only one who doesn't attend.
I'm fast asleep-the tank is empty, where you end up is the best place to be.
Oh no, it's smooth sailing no more. Remain calm, but the end is near. Autopilot has failed, and there's no hope for control. This plane is fighting but it's taking a beating. Lightning strikes, the wind throws punches. "This too shall not pass," I think as the floor splits beneath my feet. I'm straddling the hole that rivals the void in my life.
| | Posted by Marisa at 7:41 PM - | |
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Wednesday September 3, 2008
I've been told my songs sound down full of melancholy and despair. I said, "What else is there to write when that's everything you are?" I've lost faith in humanity and myself that's for sure.
Happiness is a reality away, I'm trapped in something fake. And carbon copies of you and me wander the world aimlessly. Promise of hope around every corner, I show up late every time. Maybe one day I'll catch up and say "Please, won't you stay?"
Chorus: Until then, I'll just write___hope___in___. Add it to my songs, pretend that it belongs. Then maybe I can trick myself to put my anguish on the shelf.
Until then, I'll just write___hope___in___. Add it to my songs, pretend that it belongs. Then maybe you will enjoy a song that doesn't destroy wishes you bite your tongue with time and time again.
I've been told my smile looks forced, full of counterfeit joy. I said, "Isn't it better to pretend than to never smile at all?" I stroll through the streets and the light burns me sometimes. The pay phone is crying out to me but I won't be fooled this time. How horrible to find out you're all alone when nobody answers your call.
A homeless man staggers towards me, preaching of a future that's looking up. His voice is nothing but white noise that gets lost in my dreams of joy. Maybe one day I'll find it and say, "Please, won't you stay?"
Chorus: Until then, I'll just write___hope____in___. Add it to my songs, pretend that it belongs. Then maybe I can trick myself to put my anguish on the shelf.
Until then, I'll just write___hope____in___. Add it to my songs, pretend that it belongs. Then maybe you will enjoy a song that doesn't destroy wishes you bite your tongue with time and time again.
I'm gonna try-I'm gonna do my best to write____hope_____in_______. Then you ask me how I'm doing and I say, "I'm just waiting for__ the day that I can say I'm great and I've never wanted more."
Until then Until then___. I'll just write hope in.
| | Posted by Marisa at 3:24 PM - | |
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Saturday August 30, 2008
Oh doctor, doctor I haven't been well, I'm manic and I know it. I panic and I show it. My hands were tied but I've broken loose. I'm a head case, I can't take the mental abuse. I want you until I don't, I'll chase you until I won't. I'm elated and I indulge in any pleasure I can find. I'm consistently inconsistent, my actions don't match my words. They escape in a frenzy, then I take off on another flight.
Chorus: Look out. Look out. You've gotta have faith. Look out. Look out. I'm chasing the high. It's all about the hide and seek, can't you hear me shout that everybody wants a thrill?
Oh doctor, doctor I haven't been well, This mania it's taking over. I've been looking up since I found a 4 leaf clover. To be young is to be lost and I never seem to age. I'm distracted and sporadic my thoughts they aren't arranged in a puzzle where the pieces fit, they're all shaped the same. I'm consistently inconsistent, my actions don't match my words. They escape in a frenzy then I fly off into oblivion.
Chorus: Look out. Look out. you've gotta have faith. Look out. Look out. I'm chasing the high. It's all about the hide and seek. Can't you hear me shout that everybody wants a thrill.
Look out, won't you look out at all you've done. Take a good, long drag for the short life you've lived. You blow smoke rings around my dreams, and sometimes... I have a lot of trouble breathing at night.
| | Posted by Marisa at 8:44 PM - | |
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Saturday August 16, 2008
I wrote you a note, because you know I stumble over my words sometimes. Left it on the counter right next to your pills. That way I knew you wouldn't miss it. I even sealed it with a kiss- Grit your teeth for the remorseful parts. Skip to the end where I signed it with invisible ink and one or two blinks of the eye.
You know I have a tendency to try to exchange meanings in so much more than a few words. Words only scratch open the nagging wound and it can't heal. Sometimes it feels so surreal when you're across the room from me and I communicate with just my eyes. Some see the swirl of browns like autumn came early. But only you, only you and I have an unspoken understanding.
| | Posted by Marisa at 10:22 AM - | |
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