Friday, August 21, 2009

big shot.


"i was a little girl, following you around

waiting til it was dark, before i made a sound

you're in the background, but i am too

maybe thats how i found you

lots of gasoline, lots of time with me

but not until we weren't face to face

so i could say what i wanted with a screen between

because, what if? so i wedged us, just in case

but everyday, sometimes every hour

i saw something like a red, neon sign

for me! but all it read to me was

i can't be yours, and you can't be mine

cause who does this happen to? definitely not me, does it happen to you?

so like that sign, i turn red and radiate

and even get coffee, come in early, and stay in late

i told you little things, with hopes even i didn't know

to create something big, bigger than us both

cause maybe if you believed, the way i believe

well, only just maybe

if only, i thought, i could go to the store and buy a bottle of you

well, maybe then, i could change my view

and this went on for longer than i thought

and you still don't know, how much i really bought

depths and debt, i still pay now!
depths and debt, your clear eyes made me blind somehow

i remember it now as black and white and smoky

tucked away in a drawer on top and to the right

with my biggest regret of rejecting you

you know, that one night

you asked me. no, told me. wait, showed me

but i was strong and resilliant

hoping to show you something true from within me

but you still beat it because

you are always brilliant

yeah, i know i choked

you didn't laugh, but somehow

i ended up the joke."

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

too long.


i think about this page alot. this blogspot waiting for me to unveil things, free my cramped thoughts into the wave lengths between you and me, whoever it is that reads this. haley? sofi? me. maybe its even a way to see myself.

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i asked my dad this weekend how he stayed with the truth since it wasn't enforced in his family. he said he just always knew. even when he was little. his mom would sometimes make him go to meetings, other times she wouldn't. the night she did try to make him go when he didn't want to, he said 'as soon as she pulled out of the drive way, i cried'.

thats why i love my dad. what a good hearted man.