A lot can say music is their lives
But very few mean it
My life runs in verses
Melodies, and harmonies
My life is lost in sound
And nothing is real
Because real beauty
Has no appearance
No shape, no color, no flaws
And beauty is boundless
Music doesn't take, doesn't ask
Its beautiful and perfect
Music is life.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
No Good
You're no good with cheap secrets
And secondhand apologies.
With sold out acknowledgement
And auctioned promises.
Your no good with the story line
Of the cliche and the used
Of the beaten and the broken
The lost and those who want to lose
You're no good with hearts
Of young girls who know
That your up to no good
But they want you
You're no good with words
Though they seem useless
You're no good with love
You're no good with this mess
And secondhand apologies.
With sold out acknowledgement
And auctioned promises.
Your no good with the story line
Of the cliche and the used
Of the beaten and the broken
The lost and those who want to lose
You're no good with hearts
Of young girls who know
That your up to no good
But they want you
You're no good with words
Though they seem useless
You're no good with love
You're no good with this mess
Your Face Is A Minor Detail.
I still remember the first time you said my name
Once when you were soft and well spoken
When you tried restlessly to control the quiver in your voice
You were always such a grand actor
And I the gullible child
Never did I doubt your words
Because you didn't give me reason to
I still remember as your eyes became wide
And a smile broke through your perfect lips
As though recognizing my existence
Made all the difference
I remember as I jumbled with words
Thoughts sped through my adrenaline filled heart
And you knew the effect you had on us
All much younger, and filled with such innocence
Such eagerness
And every move was filled with ulterior motives
As though you skin didn't ask
Didn't beg
To be touched ever so slightly
And you could read the lust in my thoughts
In my mind
And couldn't lie to say
That I wasn't oh so tempted
And I can still remember
The smirk between your lips
That's yelled
"Kiss me"
Once when you were soft and well spoken
When you tried restlessly to control the quiver in your voice
You were always such a grand actor
And I the gullible child
Never did I doubt your words
Because you didn't give me reason to
I still remember as your eyes became wide
And a smile broke through your perfect lips
As though recognizing my existence
Made all the difference
I remember as I jumbled with words
Thoughts sped through my adrenaline filled heart
And you knew the effect you had on us
All much younger, and filled with such innocence
Such eagerness
And every move was filled with ulterior motives
As though you skin didn't ask
Didn't beg
To be touched ever so slightly
And you could read the lust in my thoughts
In my mind
And couldn't lie to say
That I wasn't oh so tempted
And I can still remember
The smirk between your lips
That's yelled
"Kiss me"
Matter Of Time
Can you kiss the skies
Standing up on your toes
Ill let you reach for the lies
As long as nobody knows.
You're still so young and naive
Filled with childish innocence
You still wear your heart on a sleeve
Let me wrap you in the silence
Ill take your hand and pull you into
The dark navy blanket, pinpointed stars
A touch, a kiss, will pull you through
Ill clean away, all the scars.
All I need to know, is if you would stay
Forever and a day, in the faded skyline
You're my broken little toy today
Now, will you be mine?
authors note: I had a case of cliche' but it was cute ^.^ .
Inspired by Cute Is What We Aim For's 'Time' . Beautiful song. Give it a listen.
Standing up on your toes
Ill let you reach for the lies
As long as nobody knows.
You're still so young and naive
Filled with childish innocence
You still wear your heart on a sleeve
Let me wrap you in the silence
Ill take your hand and pull you into
The dark navy blanket, pinpointed stars
A touch, a kiss, will pull you through
Ill clean away, all the scars.
All I need to know, is if you would stay
Forever and a day, in the faded skyline
You're my broken little toy today
Now, will you be mine?
authors note: I had a case of cliche' but it was cute ^.^ .
Inspired by Cute Is What We Aim For's 'Time' . Beautiful song. Give it a listen.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
A Little More , and A Little Longer
Things from my livejournal (which I really don't use) that I felt like I should share, mostly just poems, nonrhyming poems too. Which makes me happy, I like non rhyming poems
Doctor How Do You Cure Emptiness
I've come to realize there's no cure for emptiness
For the throbbing and ever growing void
That threatens to devour us whole
Nothing will ever stich my heart once again
Nothing can tend the wounds that you've left
Raw, bleeding, open.
You can bury your hands in my chest
Try and find the pieces to this little game
And you can try and mend my bruises
But you'll never be able to put them together
Because they are jagged
And lost
Funny thing is nothing is left for you to cure
You already took it all and broke it down
You can't fix, what doesn't exist.
Dear, Most Recent Regret
Your words still manage to wrap a fist around my lungs
And to make my heart rip and bleed profusely
I can stand on the sidelines and see you grow happy
But im not promising that it won't hurt
Because ill be dying on the inside
Biting my quivering lip
Holding back the flooding tears
This is why I pulled away the first time
Knowing id never rest in your arms like id wish
Knowing that your scent would never envelop my thoughts
But I still stand here, like I've done so many times before
Ripping, breaking, watching
As you grow, move on, and find something better
That we can no longer offer.
Something that we could never offer.
Doctor How Do You Cure Emptiness
I've come to realize there's no cure for emptiness
For the throbbing and ever growing void
That threatens to devour us whole
Nothing will ever stich my heart once again
Nothing can tend the wounds that you've left
Raw, bleeding, open.
You can bury your hands in my chest
Try and find the pieces to this little game
And you can try and mend my bruises
But you'll never be able to put them together
Because they are jagged
And lost
Funny thing is nothing is left for you to cure
You already took it all and broke it down
You can't fix, what doesn't exist.
Dear, Most Recent Regret
Your words still manage to wrap a fist around my lungs
And to make my heart rip and bleed profusely
I can stand on the sidelines and see you grow happy
But im not promising that it won't hurt
Because ill be dying on the inside
Biting my quivering lip
Holding back the flooding tears
This is why I pulled away the first time
Knowing id never rest in your arms like id wish
Knowing that your scent would never envelop my thoughts
But I still stand here, like I've done so many times before
Ripping, breaking, watching
As you grow, move on, and find something better
That we can no longer offer.
Something that we could never offer.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Obama Nation
Today I sat in fourth period watching on teevee how history was being made.
Whoever wrote the inaugural speech was brilliant, and use metaphors in a way too beautiful way.
In Obama, I saw something that was past his skin color, because I honestly did not care, he's african american. He was democratic, which is what I wanted.
There was an air of hope, hanging heavy in the skies.
It was such a beautiful , and cold morning today, watching our now 44th president give his speech, and be sworn in.
I was for once proud to be an american.
My heart swelled with pride, happiness, and most importantly faith.
The faith in change, that maybe out tomorrow isn't that bleak.
I know obama in power does not mean that things will change and become perfect, but I have hope that it'll be better and that this is the dawn of a new age.
Im glad to see that the world is changing, one human being at a time.
History is so crude, but so beautiful.
Welcome to the 44th term.
This is going to be even slightly interesting.
& really, today was beautiful.
Whoever wrote the inaugural speech was brilliant, and use metaphors in a way too beautiful way.
In Obama, I saw something that was past his skin color, because I honestly did not care, he's african american. He was democratic, which is what I wanted.
There was an air of hope, hanging heavy in the skies.
It was such a beautiful , and cold morning today, watching our now 44th president give his speech, and be sworn in.
I was for once proud to be an american.
My heart swelled with pride, happiness, and most importantly faith.
The faith in change, that maybe out tomorrow isn't that bleak.
I know obama in power does not mean that things will change and become perfect, but I have hope that it'll be better and that this is the dawn of a new age.
Im glad to see that the world is changing, one human being at a time.
History is so crude, but so beautiful.
Welcome to the 44th term.
This is going to be even slightly interesting.
& really, today was beautiful.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Card Games
You've been dealt so perfectly
So exact, and so beautiful
But keep your poker face
Don't let them find emotion
Keep your winnings to yourself
And your tragedies deeply
Wrapped in that cold empty glare
Lets see if you know this game
Don't let them decipher your expression
Don't let them look into your soul
Because you need to win tonight
Now how will you play?
So exact, and so beautiful
But keep your poker face
Don't let them find emotion
Keep your winnings to yourself
And your tragedies deeply
Wrapped in that cold empty glare
Lets see if you know this game
Don't let them decipher your expression
Don't let them look into your soul
Because you need to win tonight
Now how will you play?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Keep Me?
Breathing deeply
whispering into the night sky
won't you keep me here
Hand in hand
hearts tied down in knots and vines
Won't you keep me here
Love now lives embedded into our memories
lets live in the lust of the moment
Won't you keep me here?
Take a breath, consider the mistakes
The poor lack of judgement
Won't you keep me here?
Our heads in the clouds,
our minds on the ground
Won't you keep me here?
Hearts dancing to no music
In a place where only lies are found
Won't you keep me here?
whispering into the night sky
won't you keep me here
Hand in hand
hearts tied down in knots and vines
Won't you keep me here
Love now lives embedded into our memories
lets live in the lust of the moment
Won't you keep me here?
Take a breath, consider the mistakes
The poor lack of judgement
Won't you keep me here?
Our heads in the clouds,
our minds on the ground
Won't you keep me here?
Hearts dancing to no music
In a place where only lies are found
Won't you keep me here?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
1:11am
Plastic Smiles
She's slightly bruised
Broken and bleeding
Holding the pieces together
No ones listening to her pleading
She looks so composed
But her chest is almost hollow
Through the breaking, and seeping
She's asking for you to follow
She's slightly bruised
Wanting for you to open your eyes
Feeling so unused
Listen to her cries
She's only but a child
Faltered plastic smiles
Nowadays seem badly styled
Sitting in societies exiles
Popular Demand
Little girls parade those halls
All expecting a whisper of your voice
They swoon, and squeal almost willingly
Because you give them no choice
Your smiles sent hearts into seizures
And makes them choke on lust
They bleed, and break, and bite
With no reason to trust
With no reason to love
Watch them stare and crave
And let their jaws hang
Walk across the path they pave
Its hard to imagine you own the hearts
Of children with lacks of imagination
With only your charming smiles
Leave them filled with fascination
Perfect Little Child
Bright wide brown eyes
Perfectly perched behind light glasses
Rise and falls of full parted lips
Perfectly pouted for the swooning of masses
Your skin screams 'Touch me'
But you seem so fragile, and porcelain
So perfectly thought up off
And yet so simple and plain.
And I can't help but wonder what is hidden
Beneath the mask you've chosen to wear
I can't help but want to find out
This is why we've chosen to stare
Ryan Ross
Eyes brighter than the fullest of summers moons
Lips rode out across ever contour
Beautiful boy causing countless swoons
So perfect, and so torn
Pale skin, shadowed eyes, curtained mind
What would it cost to see beyond
Your perfect smile, and behind
Such expressionless features and cold eyes
Are you as pretty as we've made you out to be?
Or are you just like us, beaten and broken
Looking through a stained window longing to be free
You're not the boy up on a pedestal .
-Carolyn 11:39pm dedicated to GRR&RyanosaurusRex(fortheawesomeline)
She's slightly bruised
Broken and bleeding
Holding the pieces together
No ones listening to her pleading
She looks so composed
But her chest is almost hollow
Through the breaking, and seeping
She's asking for you to follow
She's slightly bruised
Wanting for you to open your eyes
Feeling so unused
Listen to her cries
She's only but a child
Faltered plastic smiles
Nowadays seem badly styled
Sitting in societies exiles
Popular Demand
Little girls parade those halls
All expecting a whisper of your voice
They swoon, and squeal almost willingly
Because you give them no choice
Your smiles sent hearts into seizures
And makes them choke on lust
They bleed, and break, and bite
With no reason to trust
With no reason to love
Watch them stare and crave
And let their jaws hang
Walk across the path they pave
Its hard to imagine you own the hearts
Of children with lacks of imagination
With only your charming smiles
Leave them filled with fascination
Perfect Little Child
Bright wide brown eyes
Perfectly perched behind light glasses
Rise and falls of full parted lips
Perfectly pouted for the swooning of masses
Your skin screams 'Touch me'
But you seem so fragile, and porcelain
So perfectly thought up off
And yet so simple and plain.
And I can't help but wonder what is hidden
Beneath the mask you've chosen to wear
I can't help but want to find out
This is why we've chosen to stare
Ryan Ross
Eyes brighter than the fullest of summers moons
Lips rode out across ever contour
Beautiful boy causing countless swoons
So perfect, and so torn
Pale skin, shadowed eyes, curtained mind
What would it cost to see beyond
Your perfect smile, and behind
Such expressionless features and cold eyes
Are you as pretty as we've made you out to be?
Or are you just like us, beaten and broken
Looking through a stained window longing to be free
You're not the boy up on a pedestal .
-Carolyn 11:39pm dedicated to GRR&RyanosaurusRex(fortheawesomeline)
Case Of Cliche'
Words weave patterns through
the contours of your perfect pout
Through such graceful, deliberate swoons
Words caress the skin of those who can't
Look away.
Tears streak pale skin so slowly
Almost purposely teasing, your lack of emotion
And not only teasing, but taking
From those who never seem to
Stay.
Kisses burn away through wind
Caressing the longing and forgotten
Dented hearts, broken knuckles
Why not just forget the case of the
Cliche?
the contours of your perfect pout
Through such graceful, deliberate swoons
Words caress the skin of those who can't
Look away.
Tears streak pale skin so slowly
Almost purposely teasing, your lack of emotion
And not only teasing, but taking
From those who never seem to
Stay.
Kisses burn away through wind
Caressing the longing and forgotten
Dented hearts, broken knuckles
Why not just forget the case of the
Cliche?
Teasing To Please
Hello, and welcome to my mind
A world within a world.
Who am I?
I am not quite sure.
I am called Carolyn, more commonly known as Caro, but this is truly no identity.
I am but a child in the midst of maturity
Trying only to learn, live, and love
And all I could do, is welcome you
To my little corner of happiness.
A world within a world.
Who am I?
I am not quite sure.
I am called Carolyn, more commonly known as Caro, but this is truly no identity.
I am but a child in the midst of maturity
Trying only to learn, live, and love
And all I could do, is welcome you
To my little corner of happiness.
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