Love me for what I am
Kiss me for what I'm not
Touch me for what comes natural
Don't hate me for what I've bought.
Flowers ring around my head
Pink is frosted on my cheeks
Deep inside my heart beats red
Poison from my lips it leaks.
Say who I am from what you see
Think of who I am inside
Closed off like an abandoned door
All I ever do is hide.
Say who I am from what you suspect
A whore, a bitch, a little bit of nonsense
Escaped through your lips into frosty air
I kiss the moon through the eyes of a lens.
You can think what you say
But only if you can touch my soul
Will you light any path
Or see me as whole?
Envy me for my heart
Please not for my face
Kill me soft like velvet
Grace me with lace.
Love me for what I am
Kiss me for what I've done
The past a thin dark curtain
And a ghost we can never outrun.
See me only when you know me. Know who I am before you judge me. Love me for what I do, where I shine, my heart and my soul. Love me for what and who I love. Love me for simply loving you. Touch my heart, my mind, speak to me through riddles of intelligence. Love me for me now, not who I was, what I believed, who I ran from, or what I've done. The past is a thin curtain but a curtain it is to separate reality from fiction, lies from truth, and darkness from light. The past and present may never mingle. The future is still far ahead. See me for now. See me in a most beautiful light.
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Monday, September 23, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Touch The Stars
Hey everyone! I hope all is well this beautiful Tuesday and that you are all smiling!
I just wanted to drop in and talk about my experience at the Imagine Dragons concert last night. It was such an amazing experience that went past every single expectation that I may have had. For the first time in a long time everything felt alright. Almost like we're all going to make it. It was the overwhelming feeling of reverberating gratitude and happy innocence. Like...I'm living and this is it!
I danced and danced. I jumped with my hands in the air so long that my arms were getting tired. It was a total light headed sensory overload. With that kind of beauty and music and outstanding, pure and raw magic in the air it was impossible to remember anything that could have been bothering you. It was impossible to feel any pain or guilt. It was impossible to suffocate in the clear September air. It was impossible to notice anything but the vibration of the music through your bones, penetrating your soul. And at that moment...that's when I realized music heals. It heals and it's beautiful to hear the words and taste the sounds and dance with your fingers pointed to the stars like you can actually touch them for once. And maybe I did. Maybe I did touch the stars.
So I would like to give a thanks for an unforgettable experience that comes around once in a lifetime. Thank you John McClain for traveling with me last night. For buying the tickets and sharing a moment of pure happiness with me. Thank you complete strangers for the unity in it all. And thank you Imagine Dragons for writing songs that can touch my heart and leave a mark. Thank you for a performance that made me cry. And thank you so much for your kindness and I wish you luck in life and in all your journeys!
I just wanted to drop in and talk about my experience at the Imagine Dragons concert last night. It was such an amazing experience that went past every single expectation that I may have had. For the first time in a long time everything felt alright. Almost like we're all going to make it. It was the overwhelming feeling of reverberating gratitude and happy innocence. Like...I'm living and this is it!
I danced and danced. I jumped with my hands in the air so long that my arms were getting tired. It was a total light headed sensory overload. With that kind of beauty and music and outstanding, pure and raw magic in the air it was impossible to remember anything that could have been bothering you. It was impossible to feel any pain or guilt. It was impossible to suffocate in the clear September air. It was impossible to notice anything but the vibration of the music through your bones, penetrating your soul. And at that moment...that's when I realized music heals. It heals and it's beautiful to hear the words and taste the sounds and dance with your fingers pointed to the stars like you can actually touch them for once. And maybe I did. Maybe I did touch the stars.
So I would like to give a thanks for an unforgettable experience that comes around once in a lifetime. Thank you John McClain for traveling with me last night. For buying the tickets and sharing a moment of pure happiness with me. Thank you complete strangers for the unity in it all. And thank you Imagine Dragons for writing songs that can touch my heart and leave a mark. Thank you for a performance that made me cry. And thank you so much for your kindness and I wish you luck in life and in all your journeys!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Honest Lullaby
Selfish tendencies, prophetic greed/
I struggle for air in the mistake that we breathe.
I spread wings bright and iridescent/
Beautiful stranger, beautiful you, my time well spent.
Heavy writing sloppy in ink/
The gold in our chains, the silver link.
I should stay away from you/
I know that I won't.
I should keep you and need you/
You know that I don't.
Your own wings curve in and align with the stars/
You're sensational and you shine just the way that you are.
I breathe clearer now, the mistakes are all gone/
They're far behind, waiting to be stepped on.
I spread my wings bright and iridescent/
Beautiful stranger, beautiful you, you are holy heaven sent.
I should hold your hand forever/
I wish that I could.
But all of the wishing and dreaming/
Would be of no good.
I should keep you and need you/
We both know that I do.
I am nothing, no nothing/
If not for you.
Oh angel, sweet angel of mine/
Fly me to the moon and back by noon's tide.
Fly me to the center of all that I need/
Keep me a world's away from lonely human greed.
Beautiful stranger wild-eyed and wanting/
Marvelous you brave soul and hunting.
Please, keep my heart inside of my chest/
And show me how it feels to really truly rest.
Lay my head down on a pillow of cloud/
Watch my hair sprawl, keep me from the taunting and loud.
Hold me in your arms all through the night/
Whisper in my ear it will all be alright.
Lie to me if you must/
Just look me in the eye.
Sing softly in the dark/
An honest lullaby.
Don't cry...
Beautiful stranger keep me at best/
Beautiful stranger you can have all the rest.
I struggle for air in the mistake that we breathe.
I spread wings bright and iridescent/
Beautiful stranger, beautiful you, my time well spent.
Heavy writing sloppy in ink/
The gold in our chains, the silver link.
I should stay away from you/
I know that I won't.
I should keep you and need you/
You know that I don't.
Your own wings curve in and align with the stars/
You're sensational and you shine just the way that you are.
I breathe clearer now, the mistakes are all gone/
They're far behind, waiting to be stepped on.
I spread my wings bright and iridescent/
Beautiful stranger, beautiful you, you are holy heaven sent.
I should hold your hand forever/
I wish that I could.
But all of the wishing and dreaming/
Would be of no good.
I should keep you and need you/
We both know that I do.
I am nothing, no nothing/
If not for you.
Oh angel, sweet angel of mine/
Fly me to the moon and back by noon's tide.
Fly me to the center of all that I need/
Keep me a world's away from lonely human greed.
Beautiful stranger wild-eyed and wanting/
Marvelous you brave soul and hunting.
Please, keep my heart inside of my chest/
And show me how it feels to really truly rest.
Lay my head down on a pillow of cloud/
Watch my hair sprawl, keep me from the taunting and loud.
Hold me in your arms all through the night/
Whisper in my ear it will all be alright.
Lie to me if you must/
Just look me in the eye.
Sing softly in the dark/
An honest lullaby.
Don't cry...
Beautiful stranger keep me at best/
Beautiful stranger you can have all the rest.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Mosaic Forms
I have come here only for one quick, monumental moment in my life that only me, the brick lined walls, mosaic forms, and bent over trees will ever know of." Iris
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
How You Speak It
Take a step/
Don't look down/
The wire is thin/
Frail and sound.
Falling feels/
A lot like flying/
Until you find yourself/
Screaming to keep from crying.
No matter how you speak it/
It hurts to think/
It hurts to remember/
It hurts to sink.
It hurts to sink.
Your eyes were closed/
Mine were bright/
Until you fell/
And I lost my light.
Take a step/
Don't look back/
The view is dark/
The starlight's black.
I let you down/
I know that now.
I whispered low/
So only we would know.
The feeling of letting someone you love down, whether it be in your mind or in reality, it is there. It's something you can't take back and when you find yourself in reverse and glancing the other direction it's all shades of black bleeding bright and there is no right, wrong, light, dark, or hope. It's all gray where still nothing can be done, nothing can be changed, and the past cannot be rewritten.
Don't look down/
The wire is thin/
Frail and sound.
Falling feels/
A lot like flying/
Until you find yourself/
Screaming to keep from crying.
No matter how you speak it/
It hurts to think/
It hurts to remember/
It hurts to sink.
It hurts to sink.
Your eyes were closed/
Mine were bright/
Until you fell/
And I lost my light.
Take a step/
Don't look back/
The view is dark/
The starlight's black.
I let you down/
I know that now.
I whispered low/
So only we would know.
The feeling of letting someone you love down, whether it be in your mind or in reality, it is there. It's something you can't take back and when you find yourself in reverse and glancing the other direction it's all shades of black bleeding bright and there is no right, wrong, light, dark, or hope. It's all gray where still nothing can be done, nothing can be changed, and the past cannot be rewritten.
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