7-7-12

Here. Something legitimately new. Just a little somethin'-somethin' I whipped up... sort of. I just wrote most of it, but a couple parts I've actually been composing all day. That's when I can tell I really need to write again, when I think about what I'll say all day long. :D

My head tells my heart it’s time to let go,

But my heart grips harder with every beat.

Logic says you’d go to her,

My spirit won’t let these feelings die.

If I let myself get bogged down,

I’ll just hold my breath through the waters

And rise above the surface once more.

I’ve tried to fight this,

But realized it’s pointless.

To argue with these things

Is to argue with fate.

The desires of my heart,

The needs of my soul,

As a compass point north,

They lead me right to you.

For far too long I’ve let myself worry.

I need to let it go.

If you love me,

You’ll tell me, in your own time.

She was once everything you wanted:

You were the sun and she was the stars,

All shining bright.

But I, I am the moon.

I work with you, reflecting your light

And giving it back to those on the other side.

I show the world the brightness in you.

Completely different, yet somehow the same:

A reflection in the water.

I am to you as you are to me.

She is to you as no other could be.

You are to her what others have been.

You are to me as only you shall ever be.

I’ve given you a gift,

I don’t know if you know it,

A treasure so rare,

It’s the first time I’ve bestowed it.

You’ve had it quite some time,

It sits in wait for you.

What’s mine is yours,

Though I know you don’t know it.

Think of me often,

Even if you won’t show it.

I’ll see you tonight,

O key to my heart,

In the sweet simple light

Of the dreams in my heart.

As promised

Here is the soliloquy that I promised. It was written as a school project for Hamlet a few years ago. It is quite dark, but it's the mood the movie put me in.




To look or not to look - that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The sights and scenes of outrageous behavior,
Or to close your eyes against a sea of troubles
And, by not viewing, avoid them.

To look, to turn away-
No more - and by looking to say to face
The horrors, aye, the many terrors
Each day is given - 'tis something
I wish not to endure.

To look, to turn - to turn, mayhap
To turn too far. Aye, there's the snag.
For, by turning, who's to say
The horrors in front are more dreadful
Than those following behind?
Of this we must consider
Before mistakenly, we turn.

For who would see the evil of the day,
The murderer's knife, the swift thief's sneaky deed,
The face of children's fright, the lawyer's way,
The arrogance of racists, and the thorns
That silky white skin of th' innocent tears,
When they themselves might a flower pick
With slender fingers?

Who would burdens bear,
To sob and see taken suddenly a life,
And then the dread of nightmares during sleep,
The unrecovered peace stol'n at the sight
Of erupting chaos that breeds confusion
And forces us to carry these scars
Obtained from what we have seen?

Thus cowardice does bring dread to us all,
And thus the theme of desperation
Takes our dark thoughts and makes us sick,
Conspiring with fear and deceit.
With this regard their sanity runs away,
And loses the name of reality.

I did actually write a less-dark ending for it, but I actually prefer this one.