Remember I love you
Because that won't change
No matter how many times
We're left out in the rain
I have to believe
It can't be like this forever
Because we're too strong,too focused
too clever
But all I want
Is a moment beside you
Where pictures and papers and
fears won't hide you
I can't take
all this being alone
Even in this room full of people
No one's home
You are my heartbeat
and I can't stop it
With these empty hands
and a love undaunted
I want to take your place
Let my hands bleed
and let me make you happy
because you're all that I need
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Sickness
we are the same,
you and I.
love is supposed to endure all things
but is it supposed to hurt?
the ends wear thin on the rope I hold
but this is where I stay for another day
and let it taunt me.
we are the same,
you and I.
but you are willing to fall into love
after he fell out
and show the world you're able to keep
A facade.
But I don't need your mask
or those arms
love is supposed to believe all things
but I don't buy it.
we are the same,
you and I.
but after lies and truth
and another slamming door
I win.
I can't even count my own scars
but you know what you bought
so take it back.
love is supposed to be kind
but I can't help screaming
the lyrics to your sad song
back in your face
word for word.
we are the same,
you and I.
but I won't trade love
for a lie.
you and I.
love is supposed to endure all things
but is it supposed to hurt?
the ends wear thin on the rope I hold
but this is where I stay for another day
and let it taunt me.
we are the same,
you and I.
but you are willing to fall into love
after he fell out
and show the world you're able to keep
A facade.
But I don't need your mask
or those arms
love is supposed to believe all things
but I don't buy it.
we are the same,
you and I.
but after lies and truth
and another slamming door
I win.
I can't even count my own scars
but you know what you bought
so take it back.
love is supposed to be kind
but I can't help screaming
the lyrics to your sad song
back in your face
word for word.
we are the same,
you and I.
but I won't trade love
for a lie.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
What Now?
begging.
If I could force the hand
that moves this clay
Heaven knows I would.
But who wouldn't?
wishing life would change
but that would be called luck
not our normal pace.
My destiny floats in the mouth of someone
who doesn't understand
I wish he would listen..
He doesn't know his power
Some people want,some need
But one will do without,Sir..
if you clench your fist
Candles cast a shadow on our wall
but there aren't enough
for this castle
and no cake to put them in
Make up your mind.
Tears fall in the dust
and the flour
so that I can't tell the difference
Then it rains and the
muddy mess
falls at the feet
of the blind unjust
If I could force the hand
that moves this clay
Heaven knows I would.
But who wouldn't?
wishing life would change
but that would be called luck
not our normal pace.
My destiny floats in the mouth of someone
who doesn't understand
I wish he would listen..
He doesn't know his power
Some people want,some need
But one will do without,Sir..
if you clench your fist
Candles cast a shadow on our wall
but there aren't enough
for this castle
and no cake to put them in
Make up your mind.
Tears fall in the dust
and the flour
so that I can't tell the difference
Then it rains and the
muddy mess
falls at the feet
of the blind unjust
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
anyone out there?
I know that I don't update this thing as often as I should.. I kinda try to keep it free-form and only write when I feel the "need" to. I just noticed that my hits went up by about a dozen after my last post. If you subscribe to my post or are following me, please leave comments! It's nice to know that someone is reading your stuff.. THANK YOU!
~Carrie
~Carrie
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Forgive You
Looking for a place to feel alive
Boston in the Fall should be so lucky
to be the place.
Paris in the Spring doesn't cut it
but I bleed anyway
In the middle of nowhere
special.
Change of pace,
please not slower.
As the rich get richer
I pray for tomorrow.
Don't mind me as I pave the streets
you walk on
and hope you'll notice the frailty
of my eyes while I'm searching,
looking for a place to feel alive
I'm sorry if you've found it
I haven't yet
I have dreams sometimes but
I've never seen these clouds that
fall over my door year after
endless year.
Balancing the outside and the in
is proving to be easy so
I'm afraid one will
stay the same
while I'm
looking
please etch over my door
those words that you whispered
and I'll find my place
while I'm
looking for you
Boston in the Fall should be so lucky
to be the place.
Paris in the Spring doesn't cut it
but I bleed anyway
In the middle of nowhere
special.
Change of pace,
please not slower.
As the rich get richer
I pray for tomorrow.
Don't mind me as I pave the streets
you walk on
and hope you'll notice the frailty
of my eyes while I'm searching,
looking for a place to feel alive
I'm sorry if you've found it
I haven't yet
I have dreams sometimes but
I've never seen these clouds that
fall over my door year after
endless year.
Balancing the outside and the in
is proving to be easy so
I'm afraid one will
stay the same
while I'm
looking
please etch over my door
those words that you whispered
and I'll find my place
while I'm
looking for you
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
home
In-between.
Seems to be all I've known
and yet
I consider the destruction
that should come after pride.
Somehow it never does,
and I'm left even still..
in-between.
Staying or Going, no longer an option
and I'm glad it's not,because
I'd have to choose.
Find myself high above the rest,
and somehow below.
They are not prodigies as they profess,
having no place to lay their heads
is proof enough
But I laugh while they speak,
for where they are they will stay
and this in-between is where I start
And he is enough
for the between,and the end.
and the rest know nothing but the space they fill
where their smile and pride gathers dust and turns gray
Seems to be all I've known
and yet
I consider the destruction
that should come after pride.
Somehow it never does,
and I'm left even still..
in-between.
Staying or Going, no longer an option
and I'm glad it's not,because
I'd have to choose.
Find myself high above the rest,
and somehow below.
They are not prodigies as they profess,
having no place to lay their heads
is proof enough
But I laugh while they speak,
for where they are they will stay
and this in-between is where I start
And he is enough
for the between,and the end.
and the rest know nothing but the space they fill
where their smile and pride gathers dust and turns gray
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