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Posted by lostinmyself on March 9, 2004 at 01:18 PM as a stickied post | 4 advised me
The air is closing in on me, i cannot breathe,
And suddenly the night is not as beautiful as it first seemed,
The stars twinkle with unsupressed mirth,
And the man in the moon whispers light beams,
'You get what you deserve',
And suddenly he is no longer a friend to me,
Silently laughing as he rips away my last dream.

The faintest glimmer of a hope was all i had,
But it now seems to have faded at last,
I thought that i could run away from this pain,
Go away, learn to be happy, never come back again;
Oh why did i have to dream this thing, this way?
I know i should not have lived upon such little faith,
But it was the only thing i ever had,
Well now i know, dreams never last.

And maybe you think i am over reacting,
But i ask you this:
What is there to live for if the last thing you wish,
Dies...?


I guess dreams die too.
Posted by lostinmyself on August 20, 2004 at 08:27 PM | any advice?
(let me know what you think)


She walks the streets in hopeless wonder,
Curiously searching the darkest alleyways with her mind,
She seaches for nothing and everything,
Shelter, a place to survive the night;
For this hopeless crusade called life is beating her,
And her broken box is where she abides,
A blanket pulled up around her shoulders,
And a hopelessness sunk into her eyes,
Refusing to give up the struggle and fall into sorrow,
But living for nothing except the dream of a good life.

These holes have been her home for far too long,
Too many days to count since she lost her way,
A girl that once had all she could ask for,
The prom queen who would have everything one day;
Her life screaming with happy ever after,
Now fallen into filth and decay,
And now people walk past and mock her,
For she and her friends used to do the same,
Now they dont even want to know her,
Just point and laugh as she hides in shame.

She knows she is strong enough to survive this,
Hope is the only thing keeping her alive,
As the cold wind tries to rob her of thought,
And the insects bite as if to try to break inside;
The cobblestones that line the street gloat from in their own icy home,
And the wind almost cries "you are alone,"
As the snow hits her like small tears,
Mingling with her own tears as she sleeps....
And remembers that ...It was not always like this,
And she dreams...

She sees all the yesterdays,
Summer flings and party nights,
Never having to face an angry day,
Just a popular girl who was secretly despised;
Never knowing what suffering was due to be,
Her 'perfect existence' causing her to be blind,
Unable to see danger in 'true loves' kiss,
Until Daddy dearest said goodbye,
Threw her out with 'truest love'
And told her he didnt care if she survived.

She settled her heart for she still had her love,
Until he walked away for love was not enough,
His was not love of her, but love of her money,
He abondoned her, left her crying with nothing;
She returned to her father and begged him have her home,
But the love she recieved from him equalled none,
So here she lays in her homemade bed,
Dirt on her face and tangles in her hair,
Trying in vain to find peace within sleep,
For this girls life fell apart while she was still learning to live.

So now waking with the mist of her life in her eyes,
She looks at her surroundings as if seeing them for the first time,
And she cries...the same way she does everyday and everynight,
And she promises herself she will survive,
Making a vow to a world that doesnt care,
That one day she would regain her life;
And with this silent declaration she stands,
For she cannot just lie down and wish the word away,
For she is strong and will endure the pain,
And she begins to sing the story of her life once again.

Her voice sounding hollow but clear,
Tinged with sorrow and the echos of a broken heart,
Falling into the memories, falling into the tears,
As she sings her story to whoever will hear;
Her heart the only instrument she needs to accompany her voice,
Her song evidence of her bleeding from inner wounds,
As her frailty falls apart at her feet,
And her voice raises up like a light through the gloom,
While people stop for a moment of the day to stare,
Dropping small change at her feet and passing on without a care.

Except for one man....
Never passing on but staring with love in his eyes,
At the daughter that was now thrown from his life;
Too afraid to ask forgivness as she sings her song of disgrace,
And stares back as she does everyday with tears streaming down her face,
Solemnly enduring his painful gaze,
Until she cannot take it anymore and turns away,
Running, fleeing,
When all she wishes to do is run into his arms,
And time stops...as she falls.

She does not rise,
Just lays there in a puddle watching her hopes sink,
As her tears create small ripples in the reflection.
She looks up in shock at the man standing before her,
His image upon the water her only indication he is there;
His tears splashing with hers as he trembles,
And takes her into his arms,
"Lets go home" he whispers,
As he gently lifts her from the floor,
And takes her away.

"Daddy...."

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Posted by lostinmyself on July 15, 2004 at 03:09 AM | any advice?
Hmmm...i am writing a second part to this. The message is basically, there is always hope....you just have to find it.


She walks the streets in hopeless wonder,
Curiously searching the darkest alleyways with her mind,
She seaches for nothing and everything,
Shelter, a place to survive the night,
Sor this hopeless crusade called life is beating her,
And her broken box is where she abides,
A blanket pulled up around her shoulders,
And a hopelessness sunk into her eyes,
Refusing to give up the struggle and fall into sorrow,
But living for nothing except the dream of a good life.

These holes have been her home for too long,
Too many days to count since she lost her way
A girl that once had all she could ask for,
The prom queen who would have everything one day,
Her life screaming with happy ever after,
Now fallen into filth and decay,
And now people walk past and mock her,
For she and her friends used to do the same,
Now they dont even want to know her,
Just point and laugh as she hides in shame.

She knows she is strong enough to survive this,
Hope is the only thing keeping her alive.
Posted by lostinmyself on July 4, 2004 at 07:19 PM | any advice?
Do you see her silently sitting there?
Her head in her hands to catch the tears,
Each new drop a plea for the pain of loss to end,
Scintillating with the love of a life now spent.

While the ghost of her beloved watches her weep from afar,
Lightly whispering his love to her through the breeze,
To bring his song to the ear that listens for his voice,
His ghost tears as real as those that stream down her cheeks.

Watch the liquid grey that lines her eyes,
As she looks back at all the yesterdays, the perfect times...
While wishing he would still be here for the tomorrows,
Unsure if she can survive, without him, with this sorrow.

Someone please steal these widows tears.....

Her shadowed face the definition of grief,
Red raw with the painful slap of anguish,
Soothed with tears that caress the hurt from her cheeks,
Let this frail shell of loneliness, be free in Solitude and peace.

Someone please steal these widows tears.....
Before she throws them away.
Currently listening to: Yellowcard's twenty three
Currently feeling: tired
Posted by lostinmyself on July 4, 2004 at 02:09 PM | any advice?
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