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I am a very weird fourteen year old. I am buggy at the moment... I have Lyme disease and co-infections but am in treatment. It is way past sucky, but I am getting through it. Music helps a bunch. I hope to "grow up" to be a performer of some kind and/or a diagnostician specializing in infectious disease (hmmm I wonder why... lol). My obsession with the arts shows no sign of slowing, and I don't want it to... Oh I also sign everything with a heart... but some sights *cough* blogger, will not let me...

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Friday, March 26, 2010

Who Answers (First Draft)

Today is the day when it all goes to dust,
Fire,
Implosion,
Explosion,
It doesn’t really matter.
What does is if we are like a phoenix.
And as it does will we rise from the ashes.
If we do when will it be.
And if we do, are we a new person,
Born again,
Or are we effected by the past,
By all it’s people,
By all it’s problems,
By all it’s omens?
Omens which kind?
Or are omens able to be good and bad?
Evil,
Good,
Past good?
Past evil?
Is there such?
Is there perfection,
And if so can we be it?
Can perfection be bad?
Prefectly bad?
Is that the only way it can exist?
What about love?
Oh the holy “Heart”
Their words do ring so true.
But is it just the ring?
Are they true,
Or is it just appearing to be so.
By the time the waves hit our ears, and they translate through our minds,
Are they altered?
Are our minds even capable of comprehending perfection?
Truth?
Honesty?
Do any of these really exist?
Or are they just impossible goals invented to make  the young strive for the best?
But is best for them?
Is it their best?
Or is it societies?
But aren’t we society?
Why can’t we change?
Who answers.

Monday, March 22, 2010

First draft of "How do you?"

When the hope seems gone,
When no one sings along,
When I sit, turn away,
Try to forget the day.
How do you know what to say.
When all I can do is sit and pray
How do you know what to say
To get me to go on and lay
On your shoulder?
How do you know what to say?
So easily cast away,
The pain and the problems of today,
The ill and the hatred coming my way.
How do you know what to say?
To make it go away?
How do you see through the wall I’m putting up?
How do you blast through the bricks,
And push out all those evil tricks.
How do you make me stay,
How do you make me want to say
All of my problems,
Give it away.
Oh, when I’m on that edge,
The one where it feels like a sledge
Hammers dug out that hole
Where my heart was.
How do you say,
Just the right thing,
You know I don’t need no diamond ring,
I don’t need a box of candy,
I don’t even need you to sing.
Baby all I need is you.
You lookin’ in my eyes,
And saying everything will be ok,
I don’t know why I believe it,
But oh baby I do.
Only with you.
Do I not need that gun.
Your love does more,
Then I ever knew
Could ever be done.
Baby your love makes me spill
All that makes me ill.
All the love I have can’t even fulfill
The minimum you deserve.
Oh how much I owe
You baby you are the one.
The one who makes that wall disappear,
The one who makes problems cower in fear.
When you look into my eyes,
Your love over flows,
And fills up the rest of yours,
The love that I can’t yet convey