The Lucky One ~ Always the other.

We will all have our days,
We'll fall and stand up,
We will fall, and THEN stand up,
We'll stay tall, until skies fall down,
Crouch and jump, we'll be alive,
We'll bend but we WILL be alive,
We'll smile but alone, we'll cry.
We all will have that day,
When the heart drops,
It'll beat still, but it'll drop floors,
Of our deep chambers of secrets,
From our chest to our gut,
We'll be sick but we WILL smile.


And there will be some of us,
Some lucky ones, that are born short,
Of all the miseries,
To never have to bend,
Or be noticed if they're gloomy or glee,
If mended or broken,
Held together by themselves,
With smiles and lies,
Or just a few stitches,
And they can fall and crawl,
Wear label-less labels,
And talk of things never heard of,
They'll never be judged,
And these few people,
They will call us the lucky one.

The Time Capsule.

Press that red button,
And confess,
Hold your secrets,
Across the rooms for the whole world to see,
Speak out loud all the things inside,
If 50 years from now,
They open this capsule,
And you still breathe,
Will you believe?
The words that left your lips,
Will you cry?

Smile and look away,
When they speak of the dark room,
Bantered with secrets and tears,
And they nudge and question,
Raise eye brows,
To skip this 50 years,
And laugh at every word,
50 years from now,
You'll cry to.

Press that red button once again,
And erase with lies,
Fake smiles,
All your confessions from last night,
The truth about life, for every body,
Out there, listening, 50 years from today,
When they turn this capsule,
Erase the truth, let them suffer,
Don't stray them from love,
Don't stray them from hurt,
Betrayal and heartbreaks,
Let them feel this too,
Here what you feel in this room,
Bantered with secrets and tears,
You care enough to stay up nights,
And remember these words,
Wonder with clouds passing by,
Of their eyes, of their thoughts,
Will they change?
Do you want them to change?
If 50 years from now,
They open this capsule,
And you're still breathing,
Would you want them to know,
All that you found out,
With scars and stabs,
The words that left your lips.
Will they make you cry?

Window of time.

Miles may be plenty, for us its a window,
The distance that separates us all,
A few words that bring us closer,
A few places that we remember,
In darkness when the stars shine,
Like our dark moments,
We glow for the other,
When things get hard,
We bare our shoulders,
For all tears, and all the weights,
When things fall apart,
We find shovels and stitches,
Together we're all singing,
Until there is just this window,
The distance that seperates us,
Is a window of time,
A clock of misery,
With closed eyes, let there be none,
No memory to lose, no regret to feel,
When you blink right now,
Forget the hatred, as you read these words,
Remember love.
When you fly tonight,
If it feels dark, count stars,
Remember us,
We'll still be here, across the window of time,
A few hours separate us,
With a few words, let there be none.

Without you.

I stand here, on this bridge,
Crossing over to my sanity,
On me, I have a letter,
A tumbler, a picture cut in half,
I see you smiling at me,
With me, the other half, somewhere I threw,
Here at the edge,
I'll take a leap of faith tonight,
With the ashes of my memories,
Blowing off the lid,
I'll let go of your smiling face,
Rolled and dipped in memories of you,
Folded in a few words I've written for you,
If you ever stumble upon,
I want to thank you,
For all the scars and wounds,
For hurting me until I couldn't feel again,
Thank you for making me me,
And the long nights,
They've taught me patience,
Wanting all I ever did,
Has taught me life,
Given me hints of all the misery there can be,
Maybe someday I will be whole again,
Maybe with all I want,
Maybe with all I will need,
But someday, I know someday,
Without you, I'll be complete.

I close my eyes,
I turn around,
I know I haven't yet,
But I'm walking towards my sanity,
I know I'm not sane yet,
But I'm walking there.
I'll be there soon,
Without you.

Writing Pages

I'm sitting here writing pages,
They rest under my sheets,
Scribbling and printing every moment of every day,
Every word we said, I'm writing here.
How your pain pains me,
How you turn my days bright and warm,
All the little fragments, I know I'll forget.
All these little moments, I know I want to remember,
Sitting across you, I can see you weep,
This, I want to remember,
I apologise if I'm absent minded,
Right now, I'm assuring a memory,
I will sing to you, these pages,
This pain, will bring us closer,
I will read you all your words,
And wipe your tears of regret,
Of all the hate and the wait.
I am writing this, here right now,
To remind you of all the sorrow,
The dark nights, starless, gloomy.
Sitting across you,
I can feel you tumble,
I am writing here, right now,
Confessing to you, what I cannot,
Here with you, I cannot speak.
I cannot tell you, how I've jumped over,
Ducked under this table,
Travelled over and held you tight,
I've wiped your tears and set you right,
Look at me, I'm facing away,
Right now, I'm sitting across my weakness,
Somewhere when I read this to you,
I hope you forgive me,
For my absent mindedness.
I hope you remember I only did this,
Wishing on your falling tears,
More sacred than the shooting stars,
Wishing for your pain that pains me so much,
To remember this memory,
And read it to you.
Someday I will show you the best in you,
Someday when we confess,
Coming together with your pain,
I will hold your hand,
Uncover your eyes,
Of all the hurt and the blame,
All the scars you've been named for,
Let us travel the world,
Bring the pieces of your broken heart,
If you give me your hand,
I will mend you and give you love.
If you give me your love,
I will make promises, and keep you safe.
Give me your fears,
And together, we will be scared.
Give me your dreams,
And together, we will wish.
Give me everything.
I promise, I'll give you more.

Years from now.

I dream of this world,
Rinsed in purity,
With eyes, flushed of all dirt,
And their mind,
Cleansed and purified,
With hesitation, and threads,
Sewed are their lips,
And the words they speak,
Polished with shame,
Shining among the darkness,
Their thoughts are written,
Amidst the clouds,
Like the rainbow, and their smiles,
With the dew on the leaves,
Spreading from cheek to cheek,
As they fall from leaf to leaf.
I dream of this world,
Far from today, where there lies modesty,
And honesty, with no lies.
With no signs of secrets,
In their hearts or lives,
Pure love, like a well of truth.
And every residing soul,
Drenched in this truth,
With no backs, for the sharp eyes,
The cries heard of, in ancient stories,
I dream of this world,
Far from today,
Where there lies no heart breaks,
Guardians and protectors,
Strolling together,
Hand in hand,
With no shattered soul,
The truth, a book to be read,
To be drenched and lost in,
Words, heard and said,
Are the lies, in pages remain,
Of myths and legends,
Amongst the tale of heartbreaks.
Amongst the pages of bitterness,
Welcomed with cries, of years ago,
I dream of this world,
Years from now.

Read me.

Can you read me?
Like every eye here,
Can you judge me too?
Know what I've done,
And throw all the stones.
Can you carve my mistakes,
In the words you speak of me,
Do you do me justice?

I'll write my steps,
I'll spell all my mistakes,
I'll give you time,
Every word you utter,
Can be mine.
Every tear I shed,
Can give you reason,
Can tell you of my mistakes.
They'll guide you,
To judge me.
To speak of me.

Do I have to strip?
Let go of my guard,
Show you all the scars,
The hurts from protecting you.
Do I have to remind you?
Open your eyes, and let you see.
Do you remember?
Everytime I wiped your tears,
When you sat and cried?
Do you remember me?
Do I have to remind you again?
Of all the battles we fought,
For you, and your happiness.
Can you carve my mistakes,
In the words you speak of me,
Do you do me justice?

Tombstone.

In these memories that we bury here tonight,
After so many words that have rained on this ground,
Right here where we stand,
We'll never look back,
Your eyes, I know never will.
These very moments when we close our doors,
And we'll turn around,
No matter rain, or thunder, calm or storm,
We'll walk, away from this place,
This ground, between the mountains of our love,
The valley of our blood,
From the wounds for each other,
We'll dig up graves, all night while we fight,
For every work, spoken here,
For love that was born here,
And the promises made, scratched,
Lying there speaking on their skin,
Like our hearts here, tough as a stone,
Hard and unpleasant, how they shine in lies,
With pieces put together,
Holding everything unsaid, undone,
Together with these memories,
We'll bury our soul, our heart,
And we'll never look back,
Never remember this day,
After we walk away tonight,
We'll never remember our hearts,
And what they said...

"Here lies the promise,
To fight for love,
And to carve perfection, for one,
And for the other,
For every spoken word,
To be caressed and kept.
Here lies the promise of keeping promises."