...

Sometimes, your yesterdays stop whispering in your dreams. They cease to be... living, breathing realities in the story of your life. Because sometimes, our present truths render all our past symphonies... mute. Meaningless. Inconsequential. And it ceases to matter if you lived or died or breathed again. It ceases to matter if you never did. What you said, what you felt, all the words you whispered into a darkness you presumed was friendly, where you perceived invisible listeners, and felt their breath, warm against your lips... accomplices to your secret crimes, to kisses stolen from the world in that desperate, dying darkness. They cease to matter... Because nobody was ever listening.

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Butterfly...

The final truth of the matter stands thus,
I was never a moth,
Swooning to death
Against the heat of some irrestible flame...
I was and always will be,
A butterfly.
A creature not of darkness, but of light.

I was never meant
To languish
In the indifferent folds
Of your dusty robes.
I was always
Meant to spread my wings...
...And fly away...

I was always meant
To soar...
I was
And always will be
...a butterfly.

Linger...

They all moved on
I stayed behind
In dusty bylanes of my mind
Holding fast
To fading memories
Of us
And all our yesterdays...

They slipped away
Against my will
Disappearing fast
Past yonder hill
And still I lingered
In the afterglow
Of us
And all our yesterdays...

Linger

Memories, like ghosts, can come back to haunt you.

When I became the person I have become today, I thought I had freed myself of my ghosts. I didn't know I harbored insecurities, bitternesses, paranoias born of things long past, dealt with, dead and buried.

If I could just breathe easy... not have to think for a moment...maybe I could fix this.

If I could actually stop wanting to be stuck in a moment... perhaps I could get out.

Naivete has always been my biggest failing, and the only person the consequences have ever targeted...is me.

I make the same mistakes over and over again.

My integrity is inviolable... but my loyalties misplaced.

My point of support has always been outside of me... that can only last so long...

I dream too big

I gamble too much

I care too much... about all the wrong things...and all the things that matter languish in the dark.

I am groping in the dark... which isn't very unusual.

I can't tell happiness from the absence of sorrow.

I don't know sleep unless its induced by exhaustion.

...what I'm really saying is... I need to get a grip. And find my way again.

poof

Atticus to my Scout.

Nathan to my Jules.

Half of the Awesome-Twosome.

But, I guess we broke the rules.



Fish in my bowl.

Ya stole my trademark hug...

But then...tat killed me!

If ya know what I mean...



Am I still yer baby?

Perhaps...

Tat killed me!

Ya know what I mean?



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then there's also :$ :| :* :O

tat killed you!...if ya know wat I mean...

There lies
Beyond that
Velvet sky
Past the
Farthest reaches
Of my eye
A place that
Hides me
Deep within
Its solitary
Silence.

And in that
Mysterious,Secret
Place
I find you
On my
Darkest days
Standing, Waiting
Faithful, True
Oh My Shadow
Would I even be
If it weren't
For you.

Sabra...

Her feet refused to disconnect from the ground beneath them.
Her breath refused to release her rebelling lungs.
Her eyes held her shackled to the spot.
Her thoughts screamed at her to close her eyes, to shutdown her senses.

Who was she,
She looked so fragile
her lips looked
like they could
hold a broken smile
who was she
Looking through me
glassy eyed and
twisted limbed
Who was she
that one armed mockery
Of a girl we used to know...