For an old Friend

Your Broken Heart

She broke your heart
And she keeps running back
Running back to you
She can’t admit that she messed up
And now you don’t know what to do

It’s nice to believe
That second chances do succeed
But it’s different now
I know it’s hard to see
That thing’s could be better
Without her around

You are
A smile, a laugh
A gesture everyday
A broken heart
Left to stray
A mending thought
Of that yesterday
When she through you’re heart away

I miss those crazy days
A friend once in a while
You were mine
There I stood, by your side
All was left to smile
(there you were, a smile)

And as the times have changed
Our lives more disengaged
Once in a while
The simple words
How are you?
Now don’t you lie

You are
A smile, a laugh
A gesture everyday
A broken heart
Left to stray
A mending thought
Of that yesterday
When she through you’re heart away

I can’t stand to see those tears
Of a boy I knew all those years
Always there, just subtly
Your life’s a wreck
You try to forget
Here she comes
Without any regret
I know you well enough
You’re strong, and always tough
Always a kind heart
A warming part of a moment
then you were thrown away, scared

You are
A smile, a laugh
A gesture everyday
A broken heart
Left to stray
A mending thought
Of that yesterday
When she through you’re heart away

I wish I could help
I wish I could fight her away
I hope in the future
I hope that tomorrow
You’ll know what’s right
You should be leaving her in sorrow
It’ now her turn, let her sulk in sorrow
You are my friend, I’ll be there tomorrow

It's Over Now

I’m here in a place I used to call home
But it’s hard, because this ain’t really home at all
I lost all I had when I went away
But that’s the way life goes on, then stays

You can’t tell you miss me
Then silence me out
You can’t tell me you love me
Then just run out
We’re no longer friends
Just people out an about
We had our days
We had our chance
But it’s over now

I try to hold back my tears these days
It used to be hard
Now its so second nature, it fades
I was so lost and alone without you
But I’m moving on without you
I can’t believe I was weak enough to let you stay

You can’t tell you miss me
Then silence me out
You can’t tell me you love me
Then just run out
We’re no longer friends
Just people out an about
We had our days
We had our chance
But it’s over now

It’s weird to think that I needed you
You alone, no one else
We could make it through
I had no doubts
Unlike everyone else

I lost my heart to you
Myself was fond of you too
The way you left, the feelings I’d take
I wish they all would go away
I just wish they would go away

You can’t tell you miss me
Then silence me out
You can’t tell me you love me
Then just run out
We’re no longer friends
Just people out an about
We had our days
We had our chance
But it’s over now

If I cant make you happy
Then I’m sorry my dear
But you’re out of my life
It’s your fault, just hear

I was always here
But there’s no more you and me
No more let’s wait and see
Don’t waste you’re life on what could be

You can’t tell you miss me
Then silence me out
You can’t tell me you love me
Then just run out
We’re no longer friends
Just people out an about
We had our days
We had our chance
But it’s over now

And it’s so hard to see you’re face
In my mind, or in real life places
It’s like alternating voices
I don’t know who to listen to
How to follow through
Unfortunately for me
All I know is I want you

For Taylor

The Best of Me was Left Behind

I’m constantly wondering
Where am I going?
Am I on track?
Or am I incomplete?

I can’t find a change
Yet nothing’s the same
I’m confused
And there’s no more escape

I tried to confide
In what I thought there could lie
A place I could run
And a place to provide

I need my place to go
My place to call home
I can’t go back
I’m not me
I’m off of the tracks
I tried to get back
But my powers they lack
And the best of me was left behind

I forgot my way
My processes day to day
Nothing seems the same
In my life I can’t complain

I found a release
A change to complete
A path to go down
And who I thought I could be

And yet I am stuck
I’ve run out of luck
My minds a mess
It’s my life, and it’s in a rut

I need my place to go
My place to call a home
I can’t go back
I’m not me
I’m running off the tracks
I tried to get back
But my powers they lack
And the best of me was left behind
(the best of me was left behind)

So I go
On my way
I can’t stop and stare
I just keep on going
I’m just floating
On the road to who I am
Who I’m supposed to be

I need my place to go
My place to call a home
I can’t go back
I’m not me
I’m running off of these tracks
I tried to get back
But my powers, oh, how much they lack
And the best of me was left behind
(the best was left behind)


But I’m supposed to be me
I’m not who I used to be
But I’m searching for what’s left of me
I’m running off these tracks
But I’ll never stop trying to get back

Back Again

So it's been a pretty long time since I've used this as an outlet, and I guess quite a bit has happened over the past few months. I am finding new ways of writing, and I am very EXCITED!!! It will take some getting used to again, and but I think I can manage. I hope that I can keep up interesting ideas, and help new ideas to flow... and I hope you enjoy :)

Colours

Colour fading in a song
Singing, dancing
All merrily along

Darkness falls
In the simplest of shades
Can we see through them?
Or are they unable to be erased?

The light comes out and shows
That wonders can come
From a world we know unknown
Unmasked, not vanished
And seeking freely
A pale array of colours
Catching us so seemingly

Don't let me go
Don't let me fade
I want to be here, and there
Apparent in every hue

Surround me in colours
A magical array
Send me to a world of wonder
And let me go without delay

I Counted, But Do They Count?

Today I counted how many songs I wrote this year at school; complete or incomplete. I came up with 38. That is just on my computer, and they are the ones easily accessible. But although this may seem like a relatively large number for someone who doesn't usually write, it excludes the handwritten songs, and the songs left unwritten in my head.

In a way, I am so proud of myself; but maybe not in the way that some people may see. For me, my writing is everything. If my computer crashed today, or any day, I would be utterly devastated; not because of the study notes I so tediously made for hours, or the fact that my abilities to reach the world wide web would be seize to be, but because of my songs. They may not mean anything to anyone, but they mean so much to me. They represent a time in my life; a time when I needed clarity, a voice to talk to, a way to understand, a way to rant, express myself, a way to feel…and without them I would be nothing.

I'll actually share a little secret about myself, and unless you were my roommate this year, you probably wouldn't understand. I have a box, and it comes with me almost everywhere. Sometimes it is hidden, and sometimes it is left in the open. It is a box that holds my life as I know it. It does not contain pictures, medals, jewellery, money, or anything that would seem valuable; but it holds words. It is filled with my desires, but fears, my hopes, my misery…basically everything I am. It embodies my soul, and my development as a being. But it does not just contain my own words, but also the words of someone dear to me.

That box is my life. Without it, I believe that there is no real way of anyone ever really knowing me, or understanding me. It contains words both old and new. It has my first song I have that I ever wrote…it may be terrible, and not make sense, but it proves to me that this is something about myself that I truly believe in.

My words may not portray a proper feeling, and it may not make sense; but they're my life. If ever someone were to take those lines and call them for their own, I would no longer be me because my thoughts were stolen from me. I don't know if they are any good, and I know that I have so much more to learn; but I do know that that box is the only thing that has stuck with me. I could lose all my other possessions and it wouldn't really matter, because to me, my words tell of the vision I had when I wrote the song, they establish the emotions I felt, and they truly captured that moment in my life. A picture can hide a lot, and a gem may last forever; but to me, written words can show the real you, and like the many poets, story tellers, song writers, journalists, and all other forms of writers…well their work will live on, even when they can't.

Who You Are

Beauty is a face
Vain on its own
But not as the person
But on how it is bestow

The others, they see
But they do not listen
There is more to a face
There a mind there to glisten

Do not hide behind
An image, a feature
Try to discover
The intelligence of your own creature

The eyes do show
The journey left ahead
But do not get lost in what they say
Don't get in over your head

Do not listen to what they say
You are your own person
A soul, a spirit
Even if you are left astray

Don't find behind your face
Stand up for your mind
Your thoughts remain the same
But your face changes in time

Do not listen
When they tell you that you are better
Instead, take action
And give them someone they'll remember

Stand up with a voice
Stand up with beliefs
Stand up for your right
To show them WHO you are
Not just what they see