“…I’m not gonna runaway.

I’m not gonna hide today,

even if you don’t understand.

I’m not gonna be ashamed,

not gonna waste away…”

 

--Make me a promise,

Tonight wont be the last night you tell me you

love me. Please tell me I’m not just some piece in some

silly game. Tell me how to act, to make it through and make me a

promise. Tomorrow wont be the only morning

I wake to see your face.

Step One.

Let it out!
Cry my darling,

the memories,
the kisses,

they fade away with every tear.

Your anger

and longing,

your doubt & fear,
melt away with every drop.

Its time for a change.
No more tears,
no more blood;
Just peace.
Even the though is glorious.
Picture it,
a world with blue skies,
not smoke covered horizons.

The truth will never change:
With persistence comes hope
and with hope comes belief.

Belief in a world capable of anything:
Peace, Love, Redemption.
A land of love and a world united.

I feel like falling;
drifting away on clouds.
I feel like living in a technicolor;
dreamland. --

Flowers that dance & sing;
a sun that smiles;
and birds that know;
just how to say good morning. --

I feel like flying;
far, faraway from here.
Somewhere beyond the biggest rainbow;
past the stars,
and space. --

I want to live;
simply & truly.
I want to be happy,
I want to be in that one place;
I know ill always be safe,
I want to be in your heart.

--Childhood dreams shattered by adulthood realizations,

teenage lover affairs torn apart by life and lies.

People of the world,

that fall into love just to fall from their dreams.

Remember me as you pass or say no.

Recall my voice as I say, live on sweet child live on.

Two Girls, a Gay and Forgotten Story.

I sat down a while back and had this idea for a wonderful [in my mind] story,
I actually sat down and wrote the tiniest bit of it but as
I read over [which Ive been doing for over a month] I'm not satisfied in the least bit.
Your thoughts?

Two Girls and a Gay.

It was the summer before their senior year when Nataly Brande, Diane Belmont and Andrew King decided that the moment their caps from graduation hit the ground they'd move in together. The bar had been set high for their future apartment; close to Starbucks, 3 bedroom and not thousands of stairs. Then finally after four months of nothing they found it, Apartment 12-A, 8th floor in the Jackson apartment-complex. Now don't get me wrong, there were a lot of stairs but the elevators made up for it and having all those stairs meant less trips to the gym's StairMaster. The apartment was everything they could hope for: Spacious, bright, amazing view of downtown and right next door to a Starbucks. It seemed as if they were already moved in before the down-payment was even put down. (Total hours it took them to move in after the papers were signed: three and a half). Luckily for them they all had football players wrapped around their fingers so all they had to do was sit back and enjoy the view or men, sweat and muscles.


...thoughts?

Im beyond tired of so many things.