Strange:
"What doesn't kill you makes you stranger" as told by The Joker...
He talked about marriage
As she sat on his lap
Smoking a cigarette
Under the stars
On a beautiful summer night.
She still thought about him
From time to time
And his eyes so blue
Like the sky
On a day you'd never forget.
Only to glance at an engagement ring
He put on another woman's finger
3 years later...
On St. Patrick's Day
She thought of all the times
They used to go to the bar
With their old friends
Only to find herself
3 years later
On her front porch
Smoking half a pack of cigarettes
Still trying to figure it out
But the unawnsered questions
were about as clear as the thick clouds
of smoke passing through
So she got up
Walked to the end of the street
Layed on her back
Looking upward to feel...
That the sky was still present
She felt the earth tremble in stillness and in darkness
The stars needed the darkness
To help them shine brighter
Disturbed, but awakened by the silence.
.. as the hours passed....
The Sky called "Move"
Sunday, 29 May 2016
Tuesday, 24 May 2016
"Not Meant To Be"
"Not Meant To Be"
Sometimes in the middle of the night
She can still hear 18 years of fighting
Like echoes screaming in the night
About as clear as the sound of sirens
And she hates the sound of sirens
Because they remind her of hospitals
Where unpredictable things happen.
6 Years old:
After the front door slammed shut
She watched him leave
Through the door hole
Riding away on his bike
Not knowing
Where he would go next
She watched him ride away
Until he was a speck of dust in the wind and a tear in her eye.
8 Years Old:
Foster care was the worst 4 months
But the battle was won
Custody was re-gained
Because of deep love.
The memory of those 4 awful months affirmed her for the rest of her life that if she could endure that
She could get through anything.
11 Years Old:
He was always on her mind.
He went one year without calling them.
Until one summer night.
They decided to try again.
But this would be the "last time"
14 Years Old:
A painfully unforgettable 4th of July
Which lead to yelling and screaming
In the living room
She tried to stop the arguing
She tried to get them to talk
But for a 14 year old...
It was a flood of tears
with currents beyond her control.
The next thing she knew...
She was saying goodbye again
As she watched him
Ride his bike off into the distance
Until he was a speck of dust in the wind and an ocean that filled her eyes.
16 Years Old:
They decided to try again and once again said this would be the last time. He always told her to be on guard and expect the unexpected.
18 Years Old:
She Graduated High School.
He couldn't help but question what he had been doing his whole life up until this point. This time he chose to leave. This time was the last time. She didn't cry. She didn't wonder. She learned serenity. Because sometimes relationships end and people aren't meant to be.
24 Years Old:
Her ignorant boyfriend wonders why she refuses to call him "DADDY" for the fun of the sex. She ran away from him because of his ignorance. The angels surrounding her are proud of the courage she had not to settle for him. They love her for her independence.
In the sound of serenity some things just aren't meant to be.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
She can still hear 18 years of fighting
Like echoes screaming in the night
About as clear as the sound of sirens
And she hates the sound of sirens
Because they remind her of hospitals
Where unpredictable things happen.
6 Years old:
After the front door slammed shut
She watched him leave
Through the door hole
Riding away on his bike
Not knowing
Where he would go next
She watched him ride away
Until he was a speck of dust in the wind and a tear in her eye.
8 Years Old:
Foster care was the worst 4 months
But the battle was won
Custody was re-gained
Because of deep love.
The memory of those 4 awful months affirmed her for the rest of her life that if she could endure that
She could get through anything.
11 Years Old:
He was always on her mind.
He went one year without calling them.
Until one summer night.
They decided to try again.
But this would be the "last time"
14 Years Old:
A painfully unforgettable 4th of July
Which lead to yelling and screaming
In the living room
She tried to stop the arguing
She tried to get them to talk
But for a 14 year old...
It was a flood of tears
with currents beyond her control.
The next thing she knew...
She was saying goodbye again
As she watched him
Ride his bike off into the distance
Until he was a speck of dust in the wind and an ocean that filled her eyes.
16 Years Old:
They decided to try again and once again said this would be the last time. He always told her to be on guard and expect the unexpected.
18 Years Old:
She Graduated High School.
He couldn't help but question what he had been doing his whole life up until this point. This time he chose to leave. This time was the last time. She didn't cry. She didn't wonder. She learned serenity. Because sometimes relationships end and people aren't meant to be.
24 Years Old:
Her ignorant boyfriend wonders why she refuses to call him "DADDY" for the fun of the sex. She ran away from him because of his ignorance. The angels surrounding her are proud of the courage she had not to settle for him. They love her for her independence.
In the sound of serenity some things just aren't meant to be.
Monday, 23 May 2016
RE: Late Night Thoughts
why let what others say about you dictate who you are? who are they to tell you who and what you are, and who you can be? other people are not you; therefore, they can't tell you who you are as a person. they can't tell you where you will be in the future.
once people realize you won't stoop to their level, they will start to tell others things about you that aren't true in order to make themselves better. they will warp someone else's view on you so that the other person will view you as they view you. that is how they can control some sort of aspect on how the world sees you.
they are also jealous. they see you succeeding in something, you being the bigger person, you moving forward with your life. and they realize they are stuck. they want to tear you down and bring you back to the same place they are; they don't want you to move forward with your life.
many a time when someone does this to me, I let it get to my head; I think about it and wonder if it's true. and in that moment, the person who speaks untrue and negative words about and against me has won. I have let that person get inside my head and I let him/her tear me down. and it is not fair. because I know it is not true. I know myself better, I know who I am. I need to stay true to myself.
sometimes it just feels really and truly difficult to see the good in yourself when those who have said in the past that they were there for you are now the ones who speak untrue and negative things against you.
you have to remember that those people are anger and hate and loathing all dressed up in a pretty package. it's not about you; it's about them. they want to feel superior for once over you. just once. and you have the power to either give them the key to that superiority or to keep them in the cold.
stick with the realest friends you have. because they won't tear you down, they will never speak untrue and negative words to you or about you to someone else. the realest group of friends you have will always support you and appreciate you as a person. they will value what you have to offer. they will comfort you in time of need and be your best cheerleaders at your highest point.
the best kind of friend isn't afraid to show you his/her real side, scars and all. (s)he knows that you are the same thing to him/her as (s)he is to you. because you and that person can accept each other. without jealousy, hatred, anger, and angst.
but, most of all, be true to yourself. know exactly who you are, be authentic, and don't be sorry. you know yourself best of all. you know who you are, what you are, and that's the biggest asset you have. because if you know that, you have power over yourself, and it'll be so much harder for others to take it from you.
#BeYou
once people realize you won't stoop to their level, they will start to tell others things about you that aren't true in order to make themselves better. they will warp someone else's view on you so that the other person will view you as they view you. that is how they can control some sort of aspect on how the world sees you.
they are also jealous. they see you succeeding in something, you being the bigger person, you moving forward with your life. and they realize they are stuck. they want to tear you down and bring you back to the same place they are; they don't want you to move forward with your life.
many a time when someone does this to me, I let it get to my head; I think about it and wonder if it's true. and in that moment, the person who speaks untrue and negative words about and against me has won. I have let that person get inside my head and I let him/her tear me down. and it is not fair. because I know it is not true. I know myself better, I know who I am. I need to stay true to myself.
sometimes it just feels really and truly difficult to see the good in yourself when those who have said in the past that they were there for you are now the ones who speak untrue and negative things against you.
you have to remember that those people are anger and hate and loathing all dressed up in a pretty package. it's not about you; it's about them. they want to feel superior for once over you. just once. and you have the power to either give them the key to that superiority or to keep them in the cold.
stick with the realest friends you have. because they won't tear you down, they will never speak untrue and negative words to you or about you to someone else. the realest group of friends you have will always support you and appreciate you as a person. they will value what you have to offer. they will comfort you in time of need and be your best cheerleaders at your highest point.
the best kind of friend isn't afraid to show you his/her real side, scars and all. (s)he knows that you are the same thing to him/her as (s)he is to you. because you and that person can accept each other. without jealousy, hatred, anger, and angst.
but, most of all, be true to yourself. know exactly who you are, be authentic, and don't be sorry. you know yourself best of all. you know who you are, what you are, and that's the biggest asset you have. because if you know that, you have power over yourself, and it'll be so much harder for others to take it from you.
#BeYou
Our Doves
I held the dove close to my heart. As everyone did. I smiled as they all hooted. This was life. Our doves were pure, as our hearts. Then one day, I stared at my friend's dove.
The poor thing looked tired, it's feathers were dirty. My friend stared at me emotionless as she walked by. I looked at my pure dove, ran to her and took her dove. For a few moments she looked broken, falling to the ground and curling up into a ball. Now I held both of our doves. I handed her my pure dove and she looked scared for me.
I felt it. I saw it. The darkness that had been eating at her for years. What he did to her was monstrous. I looked into her eyes and faked a smile just as she had all those years. I opened my arms and embraced her tightly. I was happy that she was happy, and wanted her to always feel that way. The dove flew to my shoulders and shook the dirt away. The difference of me and her, was that my dove had always been black, we had gone through the same things. But unlike her, I could forgive. Even if I didn't want to.
The thought that ran through my mind after things had happened(I think it's obvious) were that life still moved on. It would move with or without my permission it would move. So I decided to move with it, move past the pain, and not let my attackers steal my dove.
The thought that ran through my mind after things had happened(I think it's obvious) were that life still moved on. It would move with or without my permission it would move. So I decided to move with it, move past the pain, and not let my attackers steal my dove.
Friday, 20 May 2016
Dear YouTube
I was seven years old and life was good. Not great but it was good. My mother and father fought a lot, almost constantly. But I knew they loved each other. One night I had an ear infection, every noise was painful. Even the flapping wings of pigeons which was normal for the small town of berwyn IL on occasion. The sounds roared in my ears like lions. Growling and snarling pain through my head. That day I begged for sleep.
I couldn't due to my parents arguing. I couldn't hear what they screamed about, but all they did was scream. I began to chime in with them, going from a pathetic whimper to a alto yelling. They came in and gushed me to sleep, I lay down as my father lay beside me until I fell asleep. I was so grateful for that, do very grateful.
The next day I was cranky, I'll admit I deserved the spanking my father had given me, but at the time I was angry. So angry that I told him that I wished he was dead, that I hated him.
The next few months he deteriorated, he went from working his butt off to being on life support for months. My mother held his hand for 47 minutes until he passed.
I then learned that he hadn't been my biological father. But I knew in my heart he was my daddy. No matter what, he was my daddy and would always be. Because he knew that I wasn't his, but he still loved me none the less. That night, when my mother and father were arguing, I believe that they were arguing over me, over my father. But he still came into my room and laid down next to me, smoothing my hair until I fell asleep.
Dear YouTube viewers, I know that you are not my biological family, but you are my family in my heart. You make me smile, you make me laugh, and I throughout want to do the same for you. This is why I record, because if I can make at least one person smile, I'll carry on my father's legacy. I know you are not related to me, but I'm still going to be here for you. No matter what. heart emoticon that's why your my fluffybutts.
~kiramae16f
I couldn't due to my parents arguing. I couldn't hear what they screamed about, but all they did was scream. I began to chime in with them, going from a pathetic whimper to a alto yelling. They came in and gushed me to sleep, I lay down as my father lay beside me until I fell asleep. I was so grateful for that, do very grateful.
The next day I was cranky, I'll admit I deserved the spanking my father had given me, but at the time I was angry. So angry that I told him that I wished he was dead, that I hated him.
The next few months he deteriorated, he went from working his butt off to being on life support for months. My mother held his hand for 47 minutes until he passed.
I then learned that he hadn't been my biological father. But I knew in my heart he was my daddy. No matter what, he was my daddy and would always be. Because he knew that I wasn't his, but he still loved me none the less. That night, when my mother and father were arguing, I believe that they were arguing over me, over my father. But he still came into my room and laid down next to me, smoothing my hair until I fell asleep.
Dear YouTube viewers, I know that you are not my biological family, but you are my family in my heart. You make me smile, you make me laugh, and I throughout want to do the same for you. This is why I record, because if I can make at least one person smile, I'll carry on my father's legacy. I know you are not related to me, but I'm still going to be here for you. No matter what. heart emoticon that's why your my fluffybutts.
~kiramae16f
Monday, 16 May 2016
RE: Lost Love
We met at the heart of summer, immersed in a culture we both shared - still share, in a way. It was a carefree time, where we both thought we were still untouchable, where freedom reigned. Feeling completely and fully ... I don't know how to explain it. We were too big for our own worlds, but too small minded for the real world. We still had a lot to learn, but in that moment, we didn't care. We really didn't. We just cared for the moment. It was us, and we were happy.
Just for a day...
We spent the whole afternoon together. Well, not just us. You spent the afternoon with my family. You were smart and reserved. Kind of silent, in the dark and possibly brooding sense. But we went to the beach. It was such a blast. Swimming and crashing in the waves, tanning on the beach... Not a care in the world, but whether we maybe like each other.
Sun and ocean air and immersed in our culture, being free from everything for just awhile. Being together, roaming, contemplating.
Then, alone together, just for a few minutes, sitting on the couch, enjoying each other's company in that almost silent way of ours. Not showing off, not being loud or obnoxious. Just being us. Whatever. You lean over and we look at each other. Just for a moment... and then....
.... and then you asked.... you asked a question that I was nervous to answer...
You asked if you could kiss me. I was so nervous and shocked that I said, "No."
No? What?! Why the hell did I say no?? NO???
I liked you, for crying out loud. I really did. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted something more than what we were. I don't even know what we were, but it was something.
We had just met, though. I just met you. We barely spent the day with each other. I so, so wanted to. But the only thing I was afraid of was the distance between us after I came home..... and being hurt if you found someone else. Not if, but when. Because I knew you would.
That doesn't negate the fact that I liked you, that maybe something could have happened. I haven't been able to stop asking myself "What if?" for the past several years. What if I had kissed you? What if something had happened between us? Would things have changed? Or been different altogether? Would we have been the same?
We came to your family's house that night and had dinner with you and the family. We spent hours over. You took my brother to your room and played video games with him. There was a little bit of a language barrier between you two; my brother wasn't quite as fluent as he could have been. But that didn't matter. The fact that you took the time to bond with him made me happy. It made me feel sort of a connection with you, if there wasn't one to begin with.
In the days and weeks after, I would ask your sister about you. I kept asking her little things; she knew, of course, that I liked you. I was sort of obvious about it. She would pass along my hellos and other whatnots. But I really didn't see much of you after that night. Maybe once or twice the rest of that summer. Not again, after that. And I never understood why...
I keep thinking that it was love lost. It was a missed connection. It was something that could have been. You were the first person that I could have loved. You were the first person I wanted romantically. You are the first person I connected to those feelings, to love romantically.
We are friends on Facebook. You hardly are ever on. Maybe because we are in different time zones, maybe because you're busy, you have a life. Or maybe, just maybe, it's just too painful to think about that first rejection. It is for me. I still feel sad and confused when I think about it.
I really wish I had the guts to let you kiss me. I wish something had happened between us. We could have been something. We SHOULD have been something.
But what happened? Why did we miss out on something that could have been?
Maybe it wasn't supposed to work out...
Or maybe we were just too ignorant to figure it out....
Just for a day...
We spent the whole afternoon together. Well, not just us. You spent the afternoon with my family. You were smart and reserved. Kind of silent, in the dark and possibly brooding sense. But we went to the beach. It was such a blast. Swimming and crashing in the waves, tanning on the beach... Not a care in the world, but whether we maybe like each other.
Sun and ocean air and immersed in our culture, being free from everything for just awhile. Being together, roaming, contemplating.
Then, alone together, just for a few minutes, sitting on the couch, enjoying each other's company in that almost silent way of ours. Not showing off, not being loud or obnoxious. Just being us. Whatever. You lean over and we look at each other. Just for a moment... and then....
.... and then you asked.... you asked a question that I was nervous to answer...
You asked if you could kiss me. I was so nervous and shocked that I said, "No."
No? What?! Why the hell did I say no?? NO???
I liked you, for crying out loud. I really did. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted something more than what we were. I don't even know what we were, but it was something.
We had just met, though. I just met you. We barely spent the day with each other. I so, so wanted to. But the only thing I was afraid of was the distance between us after I came home..... and being hurt if you found someone else. Not if, but when. Because I knew you would.
That doesn't negate the fact that I liked you, that maybe something could have happened. I haven't been able to stop asking myself "What if?" for the past several years. What if I had kissed you? What if something had happened between us? Would things have changed? Or been different altogether? Would we have been the same?
We came to your family's house that night and had dinner with you and the family. We spent hours over. You took my brother to your room and played video games with him. There was a little bit of a language barrier between you two; my brother wasn't quite as fluent as he could have been. But that didn't matter. The fact that you took the time to bond with him made me happy. It made me feel sort of a connection with you, if there wasn't one to begin with.
In the days and weeks after, I would ask your sister about you. I kept asking her little things; she knew, of course, that I liked you. I was sort of obvious about it. She would pass along my hellos and other whatnots. But I really didn't see much of you after that night. Maybe once or twice the rest of that summer. Not again, after that. And I never understood why...
I keep thinking that it was love lost. It was a missed connection. It was something that could have been. You were the first person that I could have loved. You were the first person I wanted romantically. You are the first person I connected to those feelings, to love romantically.
We are friends on Facebook. You hardly are ever on. Maybe because we are in different time zones, maybe because you're busy, you have a life. Or maybe, just maybe, it's just too painful to think about that first rejection. It is for me. I still feel sad and confused when I think about it.
I really wish I had the guts to let you kiss me. I wish something had happened between us. We could have been something. We SHOULD have been something.
But what happened? Why did we miss out on something that could have been?
Maybe it wasn't supposed to work out...
Or maybe we were just too ignorant to figure it out....
Sunday, 15 May 2016
The quiet one
The quiet one
We grew up
Watching the old woman
Run frantically around her house
Local and World News blaring too loud!
Nobody surrounding the breakfast,lunch, and dinner table could hear their own thoughts being processed at the given time of her presence. Yet everybody heard her.
Horror stories were broadcasted loudly, as they left her mouth while the words entered so clear and carefully into every open ear that was near. "You better not hit any deers on the drive home, if you do it's going to be expensive replacing the windshield! We don't need more bills to pay!" "Did you hear what so and so is doing with their life? Well so and so better shape up! Life isnt going to be easy and there is going to be hell to pay!"
Always so quick to assume the worst was yet to come. Severe consequences were a likely outcome much like her opinions or so she thought. Never present to find the pleasant surprise of letting go of the wall that carried all her fear...
Behind the wall shadows fall in fear, worry, and defeat
But who can deny
The call of butterflies?
Have you ever looked out of the eyes of another?
Have you ever stepped into the same river twice?
Have you ever turned off the outside noise to hear the voice of your own heart?
Why do we store so much pride?
Why do we give in to so much manipulation?
OUTSIDE...
My reputation looked so appealing to the eyes of others.
INSIDE...
My heart was an apple rotting to the core
MY MIND...
said yes to everything
WHERE....
Is the no in that?
I spun around in circles....
Until I fell into silence.
We grew up
Watching the old woman
Run frantically around her house
Local and World News blaring too loud!
Nobody surrounding the breakfast,lunch, and dinner table could hear their own thoughts being processed at the given time of her presence. Yet everybody heard her.
Horror stories were broadcasted loudly, as they left her mouth while the words entered so clear and carefully into every open ear that was near. "You better not hit any deers on the drive home, if you do it's going to be expensive replacing the windshield! We don't need more bills to pay!" "Did you hear what so and so is doing with their life? Well so and so better shape up! Life isnt going to be easy and there is going to be hell to pay!"
Always so quick to assume the worst was yet to come. Severe consequences were a likely outcome much like her opinions or so she thought. Never present to find the pleasant surprise of letting go of the wall that carried all her fear...
Behind the wall shadows fall in fear, worry, and defeat
But who can deny
The call of butterflies?
Have you ever looked out of the eyes of another?
Have you ever stepped into the same river twice?
Have you ever turned off the outside noise to hear the voice of your own heart?
Why do we store so much pride?
Why do we give in to so much manipulation?
OUTSIDE...
My reputation looked so appealing to the eyes of others.
INSIDE...
My heart was an apple rotting to the core
MY MIND...
said yes to everything
WHERE....
Is the no in that?
I spun around in circles....
Until I fell into silence.
Friday, 13 May 2016
Futures creating futures
Futures creating futures
Some sit and wonder
Some are satisfied
Some just strive
Their whole lives
Innocent souls surrounding
Trapped in toxic society
We could sleep the day away
We could watch the sun fade
We could run far away
From the dark forrests in our minds
Set fire to all cities!
Anything to free the soul
Anything to plot the escape
No, the scripts of our lives
We cannot re-write
Burn away the ashes
Blessed are those who strive
Spending futures to create futures
As chapters reveal our lives
Some sit and wonder
Some are satisfied
Some just strive
Their whole lives
Innocent souls surrounding
Trapped in toxic society
We could sleep the day away
We could watch the sun fade
We could run far away
From the dark forrests in our minds
Set fire to all cities!
Anything to free the soul
Anything to plot the escape
No, the scripts of our lives
We cannot re-write
Burn away the ashes
Blessed are those who strive
Spending futures to create futures
As chapters reveal our lives
Wednesday, 11 May 2016
Alley Cat
Alley Cat-
As she sits at the top of a narrow and lengthy building,
Her eye catches the swarm of traffic that passes so rapidly!
The voice of a mad rush compels her heart to stay
She takes a glance into the world surrounding,
almost as if her eyes were closed,
As the hours pass by, the night consumes her mind
Lingering thoughts are cast away,
by the breath of city lights
Her hair is blown by the whispers of a new wind.
As she sits at the top of a narrow and lengthy building,
Her eye catches the swarm of traffic that passes so rapidly!
The voice of a mad rush compels her heart to stay
She takes a glance into the world surrounding,
almost as if her eyes were closed,
As the hours pass by, the night consumes her mind
Lingering thoughts are cast away,
by the breath of city lights
Her hair is blown by the whispers of a new wind.
Tuesday, 3 May 2016
Sunglasses (Hybrid)
Sunglasses (Hybrid)
Your mother called me a "no-where girl"....She met me once and she hated me because I wore "too much"
Black clothing, my make up was too heavy, and I dressed "too much like Joan-Jett" ....."Why do you listen to so much Lady GaGa!!??!!" She asked you in a voice equivalent to screaming nails on a chalk board and you said "Because I want to! I've had enough, this is my prayer, that I'll die living just as free as my hair!" .... Shortly afterwards you ran out of the house, jumped in the car blasting your music so loud that you couldn't even hear yourself think and you drove off miles away from home. It didn't matter what anyone thought because you were born that way. Baby, I'm not really here to complain about Maybelline or your mother.
Roll the the windows down and turn the music up this is gunna be a long night! A friend who was trying to teach you to love the person you are inside. What a tragic sin. What a "no-where girl".... What a punk ass bitch with an attitude living life "aimlessly with no direction" you know what's funny about that situation? I probably drive down the highway going 150 miles per hour with an ice cream cone in one hand singing into it like a microphone while my best friend is in the driver's seat asking God to make it home in one piece!....oh wait no that's you! Oh wait never mind that's none of my business! I don't aspire to be a kirmit the frog meme on the internet sipping tea...but honestly, we all know driving off was never a hesitation for you. Yeah, uh-huh you know what it is....black and yellow black and yellow black and yellow.... But so what you're still a rockstar! So put those sunglasses on, drop the bass and let it vibrate.
Freestyle is your lifestyle don't ever let it fade. I took the time to walk the path of conversations I'll never get back. You pushed me away into my zone. No I haven't seen your headphones. Kissing you was like an animal jumping down my throat! You really liked to bite me and I just wanted to be left alone. You dropped me off one night after we got in a fight only to text me 20 minutes later and tell me you never went home. If you went home you'd wake everyone up because of the alarm your mom set. You'd been sleeping in your car that whole 20 minutes until a Raccoon scratched the side of your car door. You told me to go back inside and sleep and to come outside later and hit you with a pillow. I didn't want you to sleep in your car alone outside so you slept in the driver's seat and I slept in the passengers seat. Before I knew it you drove off again! Miles away but I'll never forget as I put my sunglasses back on and remember the times we felt infinite. As I'm driving through a tunnel blasting the Smith's. Stop me if you think you've heard this... I'll free you with one kiss and we'll taste the caution dripping from our lips. Yeah I'll put my sunglasses back on. We'll lock hands, run off, and write a new song. Sunburns never last too long.
Your mother called me a "no-where girl"....She met me once and she hated me because I wore "too much"
Black clothing, my make up was too heavy, and I dressed "too much like Joan-Jett" ....."Why do you listen to so much Lady GaGa!!??!!" She asked you in a voice equivalent to screaming nails on a chalk board and you said "Because I want to! I've had enough, this is my prayer, that I'll die living just as free as my hair!" .... Shortly afterwards you ran out of the house, jumped in the car blasting your music so loud that you couldn't even hear yourself think and you drove off miles away from home. It didn't matter what anyone thought because you were born that way. Baby, I'm not really here to complain about Maybelline or your mother.
Roll the the windows down and turn the music up this is gunna be a long night! A friend who was trying to teach you to love the person you are inside. What a tragic sin. What a "no-where girl".... What a punk ass bitch with an attitude living life "aimlessly with no direction" you know what's funny about that situation? I probably drive down the highway going 150 miles per hour with an ice cream cone in one hand singing into it like a microphone while my best friend is in the driver's seat asking God to make it home in one piece!....oh wait no that's you! Oh wait never mind that's none of my business! I don't aspire to be a kirmit the frog meme on the internet sipping tea...but honestly, we all know driving off was never a hesitation for you. Yeah, uh-huh you know what it is....black and yellow black and yellow black and yellow.... But so what you're still a rockstar! So put those sunglasses on, drop the bass and let it vibrate.
Freestyle is your lifestyle don't ever let it fade. I took the time to walk the path of conversations I'll never get back. You pushed me away into my zone. No I haven't seen your headphones. Kissing you was like an animal jumping down my throat! You really liked to bite me and I just wanted to be left alone. You dropped me off one night after we got in a fight only to text me 20 minutes later and tell me you never went home. If you went home you'd wake everyone up because of the alarm your mom set. You'd been sleeping in your car that whole 20 minutes until a Raccoon scratched the side of your car door. You told me to go back inside and sleep and to come outside later and hit you with a pillow. I didn't want you to sleep in your car alone outside so you slept in the driver's seat and I slept in the passengers seat. Before I knew it you drove off again! Miles away but I'll never forget as I put my sunglasses back on and remember the times we felt infinite. As I'm driving through a tunnel blasting the Smith's. Stop me if you think you've heard this... I'll free you with one kiss and we'll taste the caution dripping from our lips. Yeah I'll put my sunglasses back on. We'll lock hands, run off, and write a new song. Sunburns never last too long.
Monday, 2 May 2016
Salt & Sheen
Let’s go back to Oneida
When we first got our feet wet
Back when you were inviting
And I was okay with not knowing
Let’s go back to Wilcox
Before all the fighting
When the cemetery was quiet
Man, we had the coolest apartment
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
You broke my heart on Essex
Where you first met my folks
The first time your tears matched mine
You tried to touch my hand one last time
I don’t think you should come see me down on First street
One spot in the city needs to be left bitter sweet
One place unaffected by your salt and sheen
Man, you just had to ruin everything
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
I don’t want to know the name of your new street
Visiting you is the last thing I need
I don’t want to know the faces of your roommates
Oh they say she looks like me
Bet you feel so wild and free
Self-deluded and polluted
Please don’t lose your salt and sheen
But I don’t think I can wait
-Kelly H.
When we first got our feet wet
Back when you were inviting
And I was okay with not knowing
Let’s go back to Wilcox
Before all the fighting
When the cemetery was quiet
Man, we had the coolest apartment
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
You broke my heart on Essex
Where you first met my folks
The first time your tears matched mine
You tried to touch my hand one last time
I don’t think you should come see me down on First street
One spot in the city needs to be left bitter sweet
One place unaffected by your salt and sheen
Man, you just had to ruin everything
I don’t even know the name of your new street
You’re off in Detroit while I’m boxing up everything
I don’t know the faces of your roommates
I hope you find your way through your existential maze
I don’t think I can wait
I don’t want to know the name of your new street
Visiting you is the last thing I need
I don’t want to know the faces of your roommates
Oh they say she looks like me
Bet you feel so wild and free
Self-deluded and polluted
Please don’t lose your salt and sheen
But I don’t think I can wait
-Kelly H.
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