Homebound

Safe at last
Home calls
Forgetting my past
Forgetting my falls

Arms open wide
Bells chime
Welcoming me inside
Welcoming my time

You

My heart skips another beat,
As you look into my sea blue eyes,
And as I struggle against that heat,
I see no soul breaking lies.

Did I ever tell you how scared I feel?
When I'm like broken glass to you,
But to no others my emotions I reveal.
And you say you are the same too.


Note* I know this is crappy, but I wanted it not be completely morbid.

Unrequited

A broken heart,

A twisted mind,

A new earned start,

And a soul that's signed.

A skin deep beauty,

A saddened eye,

A darkened duty,

And a truthful lie.

A tear stained face,

A forgotten task,

A hollowed out case,

And a crumbled mask.

Fallen

Soft voice like autumn rain,
Eyes like the rushing sea,
How can so much sweetness be pain?
As if this Fallen angel was really for me.

I can almost see those wings,
Sprouted from broad 'blades,
And as that Fallen mind sings,
The light of the sun slowly fades.

A gentle hand caresses my face,
And my breath is caught in my throat,
A strand of my tawny hair: a lace,
And I sink into his eyes: a boat.

Wrote this one a few weeks ago.

Voice like april rain,
Eyes like the rushing sea,
How can sweetness be like pain?
As if this angel was meant for me.

Jeez. Why, everytime, does a song make me realise what I already know to be true?

Jeez. I feel like a cliche. Seriously. But when I was listening to Paramore's Hallalujah, I suddenly realised what I felt. Even though I didn't know who. Yeah. I am not in love, I don't think, more of a need. I need someone, and I don't even know who. I need someone to... I don't even know what. I'm longing for something I don't even know. The closest thing I can think of is... the feeling of redemtion. The feeling that I have been forgive, and that someone sees me for me, rather than the me I project. I guess, someone who sees below the surface. That is the closest I can verbalise. Words can't describe it, but I know what I mean. Its like... my soul, if you believe in such things, is longing more something it cannot verbalise, cannot describe, for someone who will see it as it is rather than the mask it wears. And, I have felt this for... 2 weeks, although I felt a shift in my soul for almost a year. Odd. But, here is where I go into hypothetical. On a slightly different topic. One of my... friends, I guess, whom I call fondly as Idiot or guitar-kid, is the kindest guy... no, thats too little, person I think I have ever met. And now I am confused. Because I think I am a bad person. And, lest say everyone is reborn, and their lives are shaped by their actions in their past lives. So, if I am a bad person, who has done bad things, why would I get to meet such a wholly good person? And I don't believe in 2nd chances- people never change- so that is why I am confused. I don't know. Ever since I have met him, among other friends, who are good, good people, I don't know. If karma exists, then why do I deserve this? I am not a good person, so why do I deserve to know good good people? Maybe this is my punishment. To be confused, and want what I never can have. Because, I am truly in Hell. The descent into Hell is easy.

On a lighter note.

The apocalypse is nigh,
And Jenny will die,
Forever more:
Down with the eternal bore.