old gems: part 3 Hope

I'm floating on a zeppelin filled with the dreams of children, hoping for a chance to be able to cope with the acid bombs of despair drooping out of the bulbs of their tears to never quite know what keeps me alive. hope is a fountain made by gods, once men but now eternal powers giving us more then we can ask. Hope is but a dream that wont except death, ever building up like soldiers at a war against despair. we are like drops of rain falling from the eyes of some immortal being, becoming the tiny beads upon a rose, hoping for one last chance to bloom. The ray of sunshine breaks through the shadows like life coming into a lost soul, giving it one last shot in this world. Cries of a child, finally heard by deaf ears. the sight of a young daughters face, seen for the first time by a blind fathers eyes, filled with brand new life. Maybe if heaven granted me a set of wings, for just one day, i could fly to come and save you. Only after i save myself of course. But that one doesn't look so great right now.

Old gems: part 2 the serenades

The sky is lonely tonight and the stars are missing their homes in the atmosphere and the night is so clear.
i see you wishing upon this lonely dream and i miss it so much. i hear you crying for something more like what we had before.
and when i close my eyes i see you more clearly looking back at me and i know that you meant it when you said....

whats my problem? can i not speak loud enough for everyone to hear me and these lungs are growing tired and these lips are growing cold. These words cant escape my tongue they just rip inside my heart. so beat these lungs till i bleed and know that its for you. 

Tomorrow seems so far away and i don't think that this room can get any smaller. the floor is so damn cold and my breathe is running low. the notes you wrote me, serenade me to sleep where i hope that this nightmares just a dream and ill wake up to your smile. can we always get so close and yet be so damn far? so call me crazy for not sleeping tonight because I'm waiting for your call..

whats my problem? can i not speak loud enough for everyone to hear me and these lungs are growing tired and these lips are growing cold. These words cant escape my tongue they just rip inside my heart. so beat these lungs till i bleed and know that its for you.

Is it hard to sleep at night or am i just full of wishful thinking. and this pen is growing tired of writing good byes and this paper sick of being wasted. please don't forget my name or the things i ever told you...i never lied a word...i meant every goddamn thing! a thousand times over! ill be right here waiting for you when you can come back home. i can wait for all time...because your always on my mind

Old gems: forming lines

This one is pretty old, I just really wanted to put something up and didn't have anything else yet. I'm gonna really work hard and get some more things up. This one is pretty self explanitory. Peace is in our hands. And then I just through in random things that I thought would make it look cool.