Friday, March 21, 2008
the games and bitter ends
Dreams are lost in sequence
and the words between do not make sense.
My lips quiver with words unsaid
and my poem is lost inside my head
Fine if you throw it all away.
Your actions only portray a poem
it's only half over anyway.
My mind had the intentions of writing a blog...and then my fingers wrote a poem instead...or half a poem
About Face by The Working Title is the single greatest Album I've ever owned. Musically, Lyrically, Vocally...everything. My favorite song from that CD changes weekly and I think I've been through every song. Hilary is completely right - "Joel has more passion in his pinky finger than most have in their entire body." He is the definition of the person who says everything you wanted to say, but didn't know how.
I envy the people who are unafraid to put their words out there. It's one of my biggest fears. It's so easy to think you've got something wonderful, and so heartbreaking when others don't feel the same. But when your words speak to someone it's the greatest feeling. Take this blog for instance. It's up and running and I'm writing, but I'm hesitant to share it with even some of my closest friends. I pride myself about being close with my friends and telling them everything, but apparently it isn't everything. There's still this little piece that I've only shared with one person. I know that no one could ever understand like hilary, but I haven't given them the chance to know me on that deeper level. Why is it that some things we'd rather share with strangers than the people we keep the closest to us?
and the words between do not make sense.
My lips quiver with words unsaid
and my poem is lost inside my head
Fine if you throw it all away.
Your actions only portray a poem
it's only half over anyway.
My mind had the intentions of writing a blog...and then my fingers wrote a poem instead...or half a poem
About Face by The Working Title is the single greatest Album I've ever owned. Musically, Lyrically, Vocally...everything. My favorite song from that CD changes weekly and I think I've been through every song. Hilary is completely right - "Joel has more passion in his pinky finger than most have in their entire body." He is the definition of the person who says everything you wanted to say, but didn't know how.
I envy the people who are unafraid to put their words out there. It's one of my biggest fears. It's so easy to think you've got something wonderful, and so heartbreaking when others don't feel the same. But when your words speak to someone it's the greatest feeling. Take this blog for instance. It's up and running and I'm writing, but I'm hesitant to share it with even some of my closest friends. I pride myself about being close with my friends and telling them everything, but apparently it isn't everything. There's still this little piece that I've only shared with one person. I know that no one could ever understand like hilary, but I haven't given them the chance to know me on that deeper level. Why is it that some things we'd rather share with strangers than the people we keep the closest to us?
Thursday, March 20, 2008
life has purpose...even mine
It's always been helpful for me to know that someone, anyone, is going through similar things as I am. My hope is that I can be those words for someone else. I want to write my thoughts down for myself and for others. It's helpful for me to get my problems out of my head and on paper...or screen in this case. I like putting things in front of me so I can get them out of my head, where they tend to bounce around a lot, so I can get a fresh view on things. I want to tell someone, with it not really being anyone, what's going on with me. Because I think if I keep it in one more minute...I might burst.
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