Uncharted Places

I open up and shout
But no one turns around
And it's weird cuz I thought I was loud
He might not look you in the eye
But count yourself lucky if he's there to admire
Cuz I swear it's like a whisper in my ear
You were gone with a flicker and a flash and a fear
Of falling too hard
And breaking my heart
Beginning to start
And mapping uncharted palces
Uncharted places
The bottom of the ocean and the stars and the sand
Will never be explored until you're holding my hand
Love is a trick and life is a race
Inhibition is confusion and peace is a place
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
You don't even know
You pack up the show
Hurt me how you will
I know for a fact that you've been trained to kill.
The bottom of the ocean and the stars and the sand
Will never be explored until you're holding my hand
How can
You stand on
Broken shards of glass from your own two hands
Love is a trick and life is a race
Every hand holds a gun and peace is an uncharted place.

Ricochet

When I remember sitting in my best friends backyard, pretending we were brave sorceresses and carving words onto wood, it's easy to ignore the fact that not many people want to please me.
Few who smile do so because I am near and few who talk do so in the hope I will lend an ear.
I have learned to live with being honest with everyone,
and with tucking a stray hair back as the wind whips it loose.
I don't imagine myself imagining you watching me, anymore, really.
Because we're all just trying to get by here, right?
Every soul has a song, and even if spirits aren't real I have evidence of the music they reflect.
I'm going to tell you something true.
It's not fucking worth it to look over your shoulder, because you're only delaying the force that is going to overtake you sooner or later when your legs gets tired and your breath falls short of where your mind wants to take you.
And frankly, you just look like a fucking idiot.
Let it go and shout in front of people and kick a dandelion, for heaven's sake!
I like who I am, so don't say my name and cover your face and glance around you... haven't you ever stopped to wonder what it would be like to be who and how you wanted?
People can tell.
I can tell.
I can't make someone fall in love with me, and the most satisfying part of that is how they manage it anyway.

Shattering and Shuddering

The blur of a lamp
In the evening afterglow go

Satin and sashes and patterns
The gloves.

Tomorrow
Slip in the fingers and tug, tug, tug
On, on, on

Wool
She wraps

Into the boots go the toes
(Tug on.)

Crunch shoveling thing

The difference between the the scrape and the scrub can be found
in this place.

Shattering and shuddering,
We are,
Most sincerly,
stuttering.

A Very Random Post of Which There Shall Hopefully be More of in the Future.

So my house is full of smoke because my mom is making pork that has a alliterative title that I do not recall. The weather is being scary. And so I thought it would be nice to tell everyone about how I want to make this blog more snarky. Because, I mean, who doesn't love a snarky blogger? I recently discovered OH MY GOSH THE LIGHTNING IS LIKE A FREAKING CAMERA FLASH EVERY FIVE SECONDS I FEAR FOR MY LIFE. Ok so anyway I just discovered this freelance writer named Dan Bergstein. He does book reveiws and random posts for the SparkLife blog, affiliated with SparkNotes. And he's freaking hilarious. So google him. Yeah. And in case anyone cares my two favorite songs of the moment are Never Gonna Happen by Lily Allen and Beautifully by Jay Brannan. That is all. Unless you want me to tell you about how I spent my afternoon gluing random things to cardboard and listening to cheeky swear-a-lot Britpop. Which you probably don't. So bye.

Dare (surprise, another song)

Dig through the mess and the dirt and the dress of the night
Search through the multitude no one is nowhere in sight
Push past the people don’t listen you don’t have the right
Flare up the flame and get ready to burn out the light.
No one is spared
Everyone’s there
Life isn’t fair
Don’t ever dare.
Dress up your wounds like you dress up your words and fight back
If you do not sleep again no one will ever attack
Ashes have fallen they stuck so now everything’s black
Hike up your bag put your foot down and start down the tracks
No one is spared
Everyone’s there
Life isn’t fair
Don’t ever dare.
This was no accident
This was His game
To be played
And we played
Don’t ever dare
Don’t ever dare
No one is spared

Verse 2 and choral reprise of the aforeaforementioned song, which by the way is called threads and strings and secret things

My dear little secret
please stay in the corner
ill feed you with fear
and secure you with mortar
ill hollow a cave
if youll only behave
dont take any more
than the core that i gave
the threads at my fingers
and the strings on my soul
insist they must linger
and blacken like coal
((repeat chorus))
this is the oldest that youve ever been
something is ticking beneath your skin
eyes upon you and they hold back a grin
this game is not obe that you can win.

Chorus to the aforeposted verse one

Somebody knows that you dont blend in
Every encounter is paper thin
Flip through the pages and take it all in
Each stamp of ink is original sin.

Slam it or sing it? I want feedback :)

We try and we die in the
bliss of a lullaby
We hum soft and low to the
secrets below
We cannot forego
No matter the time
The itch of the ticking
The twelve o'clock chime
The threads at my fingers
And strings on my soul
Insist they must linger
And blacken like coal

Paper Patterns

I know that you know this
But what can I do?
It's the same words again,
With a different tune.
You can hum, along,
You've heard this before,
But the melody's wrong
So you'd better be sure
That you know what you're doing
Just take a step away
From the edge, take a breath,
Now you're starting to sway
I could try, to catch you,
But what could I do?
It's the same words again,
With a different tune.
<><><>>>><><>><>>>>><><><>>>
You
had to walk
Away
Through the rain
<><>><><><><>< The lamplight shone on your hair, Just an angel causing pain <<><><><><<><>
Did you know that you drew
your
dagger did you know, you took aim?
<><><<><<><<><>< Did you know that the blow That you struck Drained the blood From my vains <><><><><><>><>< My eyes are wide open, but my mouth is like ice <><><><><><><><>< My eyes are wide open but my mouth is like ice <><><<><><<><><>
It's only the middle of September and I've already paid
The price.

One for the camera

You're picking off the scabs that stitch the memories to your skin
You're waiting for the day the blood beneath won't come again
But every story's ending holds a secret you're keeping in
The words that should resolve themselves cease to come to an end
Shut the cabinet,
Tape the mirror closed,
And shut your mouth for once in your life
I'm waiting for the words to come but they won't write
Themselves on the page
Let's watch for rain, let's wait in vain
For things to fall from the sky
And when they always almost do we'll always almost say goodbye
<>><><>><><><>><><><>>><><><<><><>><><<><><>><><
You put the pen to paper, write your name, and cross it out
You want to rip it all away but you know you'd couldn't do without
But every time you write a different word it's not allowed
And sometimes to be heard you have to spill the ink and shout.
Snuff the candle, lock the room and walk, and trust yourself for once in your life
Keep waiting for the words to come cause you can write them down on the page
Keep watching for rain, you're not watching in vain, cause things have fallen from the sky
Before
And when they finally do you'll have the strength to say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye