This has to be read aloud really, for the rhythm :)
Repeated
Loving Hating
Wishing Waiting Hoping
Screaming Shouting Crying
Standing
Sitting Dancing Flying
Working Playing Loving Hating
Repeating
Wanting
Living Dying Sitting Wishing
Hurting Hurting Hurting Hoping
Repeating
Living Dying Sitting Lying
Repeating Shouting Dancing Flying
Loving
Hating
Repeating Repeating Repeated
Last edited by mmmMinty... : 06-03-2008 at 08:10 PM.
"That is why, for Christ's sake,
I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong"
(2 Corinthians 12:13)
Consider the moon, high
Pale faced and mystic
Swaying on its trapeze
Ringmaster of the night.
It's secrets, It's lies
Held in those wide eyes
And the memories we hold
Come back to haunt us as
The moon slips into view
As our lives unfold into the night
The moon watches, with her secrets
And her lies.
"That is why, for Christ's sake,
I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong"
(2 Corinthians 12:13)
So I'm leaving again, I'm sorry
We've been through this before
I say that I can't just stick around,
I can't keep my feet on the floor.
If I'm staying here, why should I?
I've waited long enough
Broken hearts don't last forever
But a fractured soul is tough
You say that you will carry me
Through the good times and the bad
But you just make me remember
The good times we never had.
Whats the use in trying
If I could just give in and go free?
I splash in cold, rough waters
When I could swim into a calm sea.
Last edited by mmmMinty... : 05-03-2008 at 09:08 PM.
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"That is why, for Christ's sake,
I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong"
(2 Corinthians 12:13)
One for each crime,
But crime doesn't rhyme.
Hatred, guilt, lust
None that you can see
A poisoned apple on a dying tree.
In one sharp second,
Where were you?
No footprints in the sand,
No ripples in the sea,
When I died inside, you abandoned me.
And hour, an minute
A split, shattered second.
I hope for one more day,
Tomorrow I will rest,
Tomorrow is always best.
"That is why, for Christ's sake,
I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong"
(2 Corinthians 12:13)
Isolated.
You might call it avoidance but,
Really it's survival.
Stand up to the death, draw out my short life.
I turn the other cheek to protect it from the wind
But it doesn't take too long for the burning to set in
And I shrink a little more inside
When you won't look me in the eye.
You could say I want to die.
Guilt.
You say it eats away but,
Instead it swallows me whole.
I look it in the face and say 'I'm not afraid of you'
I walk away from anger to protect me from the shame
But it quickly follows suit and pounces from behind.
And I fall to the floor once again
When you turn away from the state I'm in.
You could say my patience is growing quite thin
But one day you'll see,
One day you'll thank me.
And in the end, and the end is near,
You'll realise that I'm no longer here.
And you'll wish you'd made an effort from the start.
"That is why, for Christ's sake,
I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships,
in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong"
(2 Corinthians 12:13)
