Lunar Lullabies

Whisk me away, take me to that magical place you always speak of. I hope that doesn't sound like an order, I'm just so ecstatic. Its enchanting to me, how the seasons change the colors of the leaves. The angels walk around, but they don't make a peep. Its intriguing to me, how these lunar lullabies lull me to sleep. I doze off gently, while the breeze mildly rustles the outworn leaves. While the melody trails on, dragging its feet in my empty head, well, its empty now.. 


I felt the fur, there was an embrace to this, the cold wind sent forth shivers to my spine, which had the strength of wet cardboard when it came to such brave adventures and stormy retreats. I left it there, I left the body lying because I couldn't receive any more chances with this. I can't take it. This is too much, yet not enough. Give me the peanut butter-jelly sandwich on the counter-tops too tall for my wrinkled hands to reach. I'm only five in your world. That's what I've always been. Let me go. Don't force it, I'll do what I please in this dog-eat-dog world. But that's what its always been. A dog-eat-dog world.


You baby us this whole way, like the pelican carrying me in the silk blanket, I'm just a delivery, not a mission of slight importance to you. And yet, when you send us out into such a harsh environment, its as if I know of nothing, I've lost the little control I had. But just for right now, can we forget? Sing me to slumber. Sing me the lunar lullabies.

Relient k Music

Relient k- Candlelight

This song means a lot.

Let Me Stress For You

My hands are tired. I'm stressed for you. Drag me along, hold my stuffed hands and take me in the car, while I sit by your seat with my button eyes, and hair made of red yarn. Pale faces, familiar places, why is the sky so green today? Do you understand? Snap, crackle, sizzle, pop, ring, buzz, shimmer. These are the sounds I hear when you whisper to me your love, the soft sound of you chords vibrating on my chest. The crisp air cleans the worry from my cheeks. 


Snooze, the alarm clock rings, the sounds of the men blaring on the radio, they speak of ridged politics and harsh concepts, all while adding a comical tone to it all. I'm staring at you, hoping, no.. praying to something that you'll wink at me, but maybe this time, a silent one. Though the click is rather adorable. I live for it.


What's this, you say? Hm.. Oh? No, its just something I decided to make for you. What else what I spend my time doing besides thinking of you and making sure everything I do is for you. I miss you. The dandelions brisk you face, and then you gave that smile. The one many have treasured and only I can caress. I want to rock you to sleep, while we whisper quietly to the moon, "Goodnight."


Darling, rest your weary eyes, put those thoughts to rest, and let me stress for you. I'll contrive a way to pick apart the atoms, I'll figure out this mystery you put out here for me. You say you can't do it, but maybe that's my mission, after all. My one goal. I've noticed it, you quiver, you speak softly, rather a mumble. You say you can't elaborate, you tell me you can't explain, when I know in your heart you have already found the right words, it isn't too hard. If you can write these words, if you can clearly portray such an anchor, pull it up, and set it on the dock so I can take a look.

Pull apart the shades of green, rip through the grass, and see that the soil isn't as fertile as you wished, but that doesn't mean we can't plant a wonderful tree. Don't sound so disappointed, dear. The sun sets a little later tonight, so let's enjoy the vibrant glow as much as we can. Let me stress for you.

It Tears Me Apart

What happened? You know? Its been all these years, and still you refuse to be wrong. You've got to listen to me, you can't win all the time. And the truth is, you don't. You rarely do. I only have to agree with you because of these strings attached to my bruised elbows, joints, and whatnot. Its terrifying. You need your space, fine. Just don't yell at me. All I want to do is help. All I DO is help. Just remember that. You don't understand what's important to me. You never do. You would rather sleep away the day and responsibilities, than keep your promises to provide me with what I need. That's right, so forgive me for standing up for what I believe in.  

Do Yourself A Favor

Begin now.
Were those the first, or last words? The sweat from my brow clearly portrays the effort, the tenacity. I look around. 
Crack.
The weary leaves succumb to the weight's extremity, they meet their match. YOUR match. Hm? Your feet? Is that where it begins? Or is this another false hope? Tongues tied, fingers fried. Are you listening? Step one: Obligation. Know your priorities. Understand? Step two: Olives. Make sure you love them, because frankly, I don't. Step three: Cover your mouth, and shut up. Nobody wants to hear your loud, obnoxious, opinion that has a hard time finding the fork in the road. You're poking around at the dead ends and stop signs with war written below. Do yourself a favor, and stare into the spoon you're chewing on. You see it? Look closer. Your insides are ugly. Change it. Well, what are you waiting for? 
Begin now.

You Can't Possibly Know

You can't possibly understand, just how it is to be me. What? I'm sorry, it seems as if you said that you know. You understand? NO. You're dead wrong. What's that you say? Walk around in my shoes? You wouldn't fit, so you can't see? Reality? No, you're living in the false. Its never the guys with the guns you should be afraid of, but the silent one in the corner, surveying his options, weighing out every single possible outcome, and look above the skyline. It isn't a coincidence. Nothing ever is. There's an aura about everything. I sense its making me weary. Fall asleep you say? I can't. STOP. You can't know what it's like. You aren't me, THEREFOR, you're wrong. These blue and red photographs are damned, the trail is grown muddy with bad blood. Stop stirring, you're frustrating me, yes? Leave my thoughts and I be. Please.

Cold

I was scared to hell. I'm sitting there, I haven't fallen asleep yet. I was horrified, I could hear nothing, but faint whispers. And then, it became clear to me, like the edge of a diamond. My heart was pounding through my chest, I could hear it. It was choking my every being. I gasped for air, is it a struggle now? My hair follicles had succumb and suffocated underneath my heavy thoughts, for I was rather tired. But wide awake.Shh.. Do you hear that? Listen close.. They're speaking, they're talking of you. They were talking about me.. crudely. I could tell it was wrong, and not only that, but inaccurate. Its horrendous. I gutted myself with my vocal chords, let's not make a peep, and tiptoe like the caterpillars do. They have it all wrong. I see how it is, you think I'm selfish. You think I'm rude, you think I spend my lonely nights stabbing spines and breaking bones. We're talking of how I feel. This is ridiculous. Its cruel. Its cold.

Smile, Kid!

She glared at me happily with amber eyes, full of excitement, and despair seemingly followed after. I wondered what was wrong, it bothered me, like an itch you have deep under your skin, beckoning the urge to scratch it. I'll ask her later. She's genuine, I know that much. She's dorky, I like that, but most might find it annoying. She seems to get along decent with everyone, and yet she still has that smile on her face. Not necessarily a fake smile, but a broken one, because that smile was at the utmost real, anything but fake.


I was staring off into nothing, I realized, as I looked up with my solemn face and she said..


"Smile, Kid!"


From then on I made a promise to myself, that at the least I will always try to make myself smile, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Her hugs were sweet and her smile warm and welcoming, there's a lot wrong with this one. She needs help, I think I'll talk to her.


I tried, and inevitably, but not in a concieted way, I succeded. She opened up to a stranger, poured her heart out, but not without ripping the bloody stiches first. This was interesting.


Heh.


It seems she knows there's something different. This isn't normal. Or is it?


Not at all. The fact of the matter is, at that moment, when the truth poured from her mouth like a waterful, she knew then, that she was just like me.


Non-existent.


Smile, Kid.

Screenplay Update

The screenplay, and movie ideas have been postponed, as well as the music for quite a while. I've been very busy with other things, so check in frequently for new stuff, incuding such listed. Poetry, and more free-writing will also be posted soon, as well as journal entries. My second choir, school, and friends have taken a toll on my songwriting time, so that's a shame, but not a problem, it will get done. A new band with my friends possibly kicking off soon? Let's hope so.