Wednesday, February 08, 2006
2 Days

I BELIEVE

There's no turning back now;
I've travelled much too far.
This journey is exhausting and I'm weak from all the pain.
When fear is all you feel
In a life lived day to day
it seems okay to run.
But time alone has shown me
that I am really not
and that I am strong no matter what.
Only three days to go now
and as I strangle for my final breath of this life
I know I'll be made new.
And I believe.

Basically, this poem is about the struggles that come up in my Spiritual journey. It will always get hard but I know now that God's pulling for me every step of the way. And I love Him.

SECRET

In times like these
we must hold on.
Not to each other, but to that thread of hope
that is the difference between you and me.
And until that day
when you let that secret slide off your lips
things will be the same.
And that secret is the truth.

So, last night me and Graham hung out together and just talked. And we wrote a song! It's not completely done but it's actually pretty good for two crazy kids. I guess because my dad's gone right now we're really learning the true meaning of family, and that every person has to play a part in keeping it together.

Labels: Poetry

Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Broken Love

You held my empty hand
and I took hold of yours.
We should have seen that like two towers
we would be demolished.
Now these winds brush
across my wreckage area of a heart
and I know that you've changed me
and we'll never be the same.
When only hope remains
and hope's what makes you hurt
it seems easy to let go but better to hold on.
Manipulation was not the key here
but as the taste of your lips it sure was desireable,
wasn't it?
"I love you" were the words you whispered in my ear
and what left me standing here
holding the pieces of a broken love.

Labels: Poetry

Monday, February 06, 2006
We'll Be Okay

As we stand here
alone at last
my hand in yours,
our eyes lock beneath the pale moonlight.
Silence hangs above:
this is different than anything we've ever known before.
This crisp November air pulls us close.
As you hold me here
I fall into a dream,
but I will never close my eyes.
No, baby I'm not runing away from this moment.
I'm not going to
fall away from this beauty,
but I'm not going to fall into it either.
With my head stitched to your chest
I'm not ready to let go,
but this love is a gamble
and the odds aren't in our favour.
And for that I'm sorry.
And even though I cannot speak or change their minds
I know we'll be okay.
We'll be okay, baby;
we'll be okay.

Labels: Poetry

Sunday, February 05, 2006
Come Between Everything

The ties that bind our hands are on our necks and we're strangling for our final breath.
We pass the torch along to our kids; we're burning their minds, but we can't touch their hearts.
Until our tears fall in love, I'll stitch my cheek to yours and we'll dance all night under the moonlight.
Like present-day towers, I'll crumble to a crashing defeat and in the blackout we'll fall into a dream.
Your love, what more could I sing of?
Your eyes, they were my first love.
We'll start right back again like a million times before, though we've fallen like leaves during autumn.
Our tears are mad in love and our cheeks are red and blush, but I don't want to go to sleep, so I'll just fall into a dream.
Come between everything;
Come between everything and blow me away.

Labels: Lyrics