jueves, 28 de abril de 2011

Tic. Toc. That is all it takes

Randomly listening to: The Ice is Getting Thinner by Death Cab For Cutie


Tic.
I am done.
Toc.
This will never end.
Tic.
I deserve better.
Toc.
You are the only one I want.
Tic.
I am going to be strong and move on.
Toc.
I will never stop loving you.
Tic.
You are not as perfect as I thought.
Toc.
But I just can't seem to care.
Tic.
No more tears for you.
Toc.
I say while crying.


We're not the same, dear, as we used to be.

martes, 19 de abril de 2011

Nostalgia

(I remember loving this poem when I did it four years ago in school. It's great to be able to read it again)


Caged Bird by Maya Angelou


A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom. 




domingo, 17 de abril de 2011

Love Letters

Randomly listening to: I didn't see it coming by Belle & Sebastian

And I want to believe that I will get over this. Over you. Soon.

But at the same time I want to believe even more that you still love me, that I just have to wait a little longer, that this is just a phase as you say.

The problem is that, right now, it's hard to believe that you loved me as much as you did.

And I can't find your letters to remind me.


Every word's a whisper without you

martes, 5 de abril de 2011

Randomly listening to: Rose's turn (Glee version)


I hate being an idealist. You just get disappointed over and over again. Maybe I should start expecting the worst of people, but I just can't seem to be able to. I expect the best of them, I keep waiting...But it never comes. Its sad, but normally, people don't surprise me for good.

I mean, I try to make the people around me happy. I try to be as kind as I can and I know I would do nearly anything that they would ask me for, because I love them. Maybe I don't always know how to do this, but I do try.

So it's hard when you realize that it doesn't go both ways.

When you ask for the smallest thing, and still that person is not bothered to do it.

Well, I hope you are reading this closely:  you'll be sorry one day, because, even though now I'm not strong enough, one day I won't be bothered with you anymore.

And then you'll remember this.


Give 'em love and what does it get ya?