Reality Strikes

When reality strikes it strikes down hard
Been wishing for so long but living a facade
Arms around, fingers interlocked
Finally a night of mine that rocked
The perfect kiss meant so much to me
But was it the same for thee?
Was it the same feeling deep down inside
A feeling that could transcend time
The feeling I felt when reality struck
Felt so strong it could have only been luck
Fifteen years that feeling crept around
Now I'm spinning so fast I'm about to hit the ground
Didn't want to leave didn't want to go
'Cause if this ain't reality I just don't want to know
What will come of the future
What was meant of the past
What is happening in the present
If this isn't supposed to last.
So when reality struck, it struck down hard
But who's to say that it was reality and not just a facade.

Writer's Block

I got a writer's block the size of a fist
the size of your kiss it's making me pissed
to think that i miss anything you ever said
anything we ever did we were just kids
but I see clearly now i understand it now
I feel it wow
to think I couldn't understand it
a feeling inconceivable
to think I couldn't stop feeling it
a sensation unbelievable
but it was all a lie and that's why I had to say goodbye
I couldn't keep tryin if you wouldn't try
And though the feeling may never die out
at least this writer's block is getting a time out.

best friend

If you're my friend you know it's true
To the end of time I'll care for you
Comfort you
Fight for you
Live for you
Die for you

But in the end when you are gone
Who will be there to help me carry on?
Who's shoulder will I cry on?
Who's laughter will keep me strong?
I guess it's just the price one pays
To be the best friend in any way

A few random witticisms from over the months!

*Goodbye to these emo song lyrics and one liners… Happiness is here.*

*Love is when the awkward silence isn't awkward at all.*

*And all these similes and metaphors make me want more.*

*And all I am to you is just another lunch date, just another mistake.*

*Sometimes I try to lucid dream so that I can feel what it means to truly... be… alive…*

*We risk overlooking things we may have in common when we only look at the differences.*

Misery of Mystery

Where is the mystery
in this misery
I took a left
then 2 rights
and now everyone just wants to fight
for what they think is right
but as i write
these lyrics i try not to be satirical
i just want to the truth
it would be a miracle
for the misery to end and the mystery be solved
with a happy twist without any fists, that's all.

Fishbowl

Look at the box with all the windows
The RAs spend their days
wasting away in the box.
5 hours a week each
Just sitting there in the box.
Others see it as a fishbowl life
A life of being looked at
with the occasional tap-tap on the glass
What they don't realize
is that it is Their lives that are fishbowls.
The RAs spend their days
observing from the box
5 hours a week each
sometimes more if they're bored
Just sitting there in the box
watching as the residents wander by
listening to all the gossip and the stories.
The residents have no idea
that they are living in a fishbowl life
A life of being looked at, watched
with the occasional conversation
only to be used to find out further detail
of the stories they eavesdropped on earlier.
So next time you think
someone is living a fishbowl life
take a good look around you
and see that you are too.

monotony is everywhere...

...escape it!