Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Because it's an amazing song!

"A Walk Through Hell"
By Say Anything.

And if I could swim
I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating
in the dark.
And if was blessed
I walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving
Sunken chest.
'Cause they chose you
As the model
For their empty little dreams.
With your new head
And your legs spread
Like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you
And they gut you
And you give in.

And if I was brave
I'd climb up to you on the mountain.
They led you to drink from their fountain
Spouting lies.
And I'd slay
The horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission
To your eyes,
And I'd stand there
Like a soldier
With my foot upon his chest.
With my grin spread
And my arms out
In my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me
I'd remind you
Who you are...
Under their shell..

I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you

And if they sent a whirlwind,
I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake,
I'd calm it,
And I'd bring you back to me,
And I'd hold you
In my weak arms like a first born.

I'd walk through hell for you.
Let it burn right through my shoes.
These soles are useless without you.
Through hell for you
Let the torturing ensue.
My soul is useless without you (through hell for you)

(through hell for you) without you
Without you (through hell for you)
Without you (through hell for you)

Now, I've walked through hell for you,
What's an adventurer to do
But rest these feet at home with you

And once again because she is amazing...miss Julia Nunes

Friday, March 6, 2009

Cliff Jumping

I'm on the brink of something, yet it's something I can't quite touch, can't quite figure out what it is. Do I just jump over the edge into the unknown? No of course not, I can't do that until I feel the warmth of another hand in mine. I can't jump over this cliff until I have someone to do it with me.

I keep thinking about what the next few weeks will bring. My new job, for starters. I'm so looking forward to being a part of this new place, and yet I continually miss the people from the old place. They were my family in so many ways, and I feel as if they all could care less about my life now. I keep trying to figure out how to hold on to the old life while fully embracing this new one with open arms.

And for the first time in a long time, I'm really interested in dating again. I mean I've always been interested in dating but the last year in Brigham has made me somewhat of a cynic. A person who really no longer believed in love. I had started to forget what it felt like to be that way again.

But now, being in a place full of MANY worthy candidates for the part of boyfriend/lover/future husband I find myself more invested in looking presentable and showing a front (and hopefully a back) of an eligible girlfriend/lover/future wife. Once again I'm trying to find the attributes of a person I might want to spend the rest of my life in the men around me be it at school, out and about, and at church.

With all this comes the challenges that once before turned me off to dating as a whole. The insecurity, the impatience, the constant analyzing, the incessant need to look as good as possible in public, and the constant comparing of myself to other girls that in reality are somewhat my competition. I wish I could skip over this whole thing as a whole. I really kind of hate this whole bit.

So we'll see I guess.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

This Is Your Life-The Killers

Candy talks to strangers
Thinks her life's in danger
No one gives a damn about her hair
It's lonely down on track street
She used to go by Jackie
The cops, they'll steal your dreams and they'll kill your prayers
Take a number where the blood just barely dried

Wait for something better
No one behind you
Watching your shadows
This feeling won't go

Crooked wheels keep tuning
Children, are you learning
Climatize, but don't you lose the plot
A history of blisters
Your brothers and your sisters
Somewhere in the pages we forgot

Take a number Jackie
Where the blood just barely dried
You know I'm on your side

Wait for something better
No one behind you
Watching your shadows
You gotta be stronger than the story
Don't let it blind you
Rivers of shadow
This feeling wont go

And the sky is full of dreams
But you don't know how to fly
I don't have a simple answer
But I know that I could answer
Something better

This feeling won't go

Wait for it

Wait for it

Wait for it

Wait for it

Something better

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Late Night Musing Poem (crap)

Do you need a poem?
A pile of words
Maybe, a line about your eyes
A paragraph about your laugh
A few words about your smile

I would gladly write them
Were it so simple to do so
But I am no poet
I can't rhyme or find a meter
With which to speak of the ache you bring

A song perhaps?
A melody mimicking your voice
A beat to match your heart
Lyrics to tell the world of how I feel
How I feel when you look at me.

But the notes come out wrong
And the chords don't progress well
The beat is off and I can't find the rhythm
I'm not a songwriter
No, not a songwriter

But I'll keep on trying
To find a way to say
How much I feel whenever you are near
But not in a poem, no not in a ryhme
Nor in a song, or in a melody.