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I don’t want to continue thinking
that this is the best it’ll ever get
But with each trial and tribulation
my fear grows even more apparent
I don’t know why my heart pumps out
so much doubt it pushes hope askew
The aftermath of what this struggle is
hasn't done much to render it anew
Though I can't bring the picture into sharp focus
For the clarity that's necessary has disappeared
I can pinpoint exactly when steady nerves grew so
trigger happy smoke overwhelmed the atmosphere
I wish Adrienne would wind down, remain still
I want to give back in any way I possibly can
But I’m not sure how much is left of me to give
I'd hoped to help through a motivation to heal
But how can I do so when I feel this torn within?
I can't recall the last time I could say with any conviction
I’ve forgiven myself for betraying mother’s loving hands
I’ve never had the assurance to state I love all that I am
I know everyone makes mistakes,
but stubbornness refuses to bend
I don’t know if I can cross turbulent waters
without surrendering to this burning need
To cease the fight against an unforgiving tide
and accept that I might never feel complete
I can see rapture in the faithful’s eyes
but my instinct is to turn and walk away
Envious of paths that seem easier routes
Then the shame runs ice water through my veins;
Maybe I don't deserve a place in that exalted town
I don’t know who to turn to, not now
because I can’t look into kinder eyes
And the only thing I can hear is unrelieved silence
when what I need is for Fear to finally say goodbye
Because..
When the hostile words are drilled into my already aching head
my emotions want to go remote and my heart wants to play dead
Then I find myself walking down the loneliest path, into a dark ravine
where the storm begins to rage as inevitably as the sadness within me
that this is the best it’ll ever get
But with each trial and tribulation
my fear grows even more apparent
I don’t know why my heart pumps out
so much doubt it pushes hope askew
The aftermath of what this struggle is
hasn't done much to render it anew
Though I can't bring the picture into sharp focus
For the clarity that's necessary has disappeared
I can pinpoint exactly when steady nerves grew so
trigger happy smoke overwhelmed the atmosphere
I wish Adrienne would wind down, remain still
I want to give back in any way I possibly can
But I’m not sure how much is left of me to give
I'd hoped to help through a motivation to heal
But how can I do so when I feel this torn within?
I can't recall the last time I could say with any conviction
I’ve forgiven myself for betraying mother’s loving hands
I’ve never had the assurance to state I love all that I am
I know everyone makes mistakes,
but stubbornness refuses to bend
I don’t know if I can cross turbulent waters
without surrendering to this burning need
To cease the fight against an unforgiving tide
and accept that I might never feel complete
I can see rapture in the faithful’s eyes
but my instinct is to turn and walk away
Envious of paths that seem easier routes
Then the shame runs ice water through my veins;
Maybe I don't deserve a place in that exalted town
I don’t know who to turn to, not now
because I can’t look into kinder eyes
And the only thing I can hear is unrelieved silence
when what I need is for Fear to finally say goodbye
Because..
When the hostile words are drilled into my already aching head
my emotions want to go remote and my heart wants to play dead
Then I find myself walking down the loneliest path, into a dark ravine
where the storm begins to rage as inevitably as the sadness within me
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differently (v. 2)
i.
if I had known I would die tonight,
I think I would've kissed her.
I think I would've told her to stay with me under
the umbrella for just a moment longer
instead of letting her walk into her home
with a flash of a smile back to me
and a "get home safe."
I think I would've pressed that button on the handle
letting the umbrella collapse above us,
fall to the pavement,
let the torrential rain soak us,
and I know I would've kissed her
before she had the chance
to say something.
I know I would've let the rain just pour down on us while
we kissed there,
until she pulled away and laughed –
god, I loved her laugh –
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Straight Ahead
In keeping with the adage that says,
life is a road,
being in love is a little like watching someone walk away
and naively,
innately,
trusting that they will return.
Being loved,
and loving someone back,
is doing the hard thing
and never,
ever,
turning around.
Because being in love
means,
shouldering the burden of knowing
that the road ahead
is so very dangerous,
and not being cruel enough,
to let the other know.
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instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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Wrote it in October of 2013. Out of everything I've written, I've worked the hardest on this one. Due to that, I'd greatly appreciate feedback.
this song was inspired by the song "There Will Be a Day" by Jeremy Camp
this song was inspired by the song "There Will Be a Day" by Jeremy Camp
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Love it! Especially the line "when what I need is for Fear to finally say goodbye". Awesome Job!