Happily Ever Never

I keep getting addicted to the bad story lines of bad writers.
suffer through the computer talk and slang.
to find out what I already know.
one more cliche after another.
many of them start to sound like my life.
minus the romance and happy endings.
what is a happy ending when really the story continues on
what is the life after
do the princess and prince charming stat having martial problems?
does the prince go out and cheat with the barmaids?
Its nights like this when I ponder things like this.
do the happy endings ever stay happy.
and if in that sense they really arent endings at all.
therefore are there no happy endings.
but hte optisimist in me says that doesnt mean they are all UNhappy endings.
one more of lifes riddles...

When You Hit Rock Bottom The Only Way Is Up

take those pills out of your pockets.
It will be so easy to throw them down the drain.
Along with the wieght of the world
Pass it on down.
Let me carry some of it for you.
Your weakness makes me strong.
In that I want to help.
Like an adrenaline rush.
I have more than enough brawn to protect you.
If only you would give me the Chance.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Even if you cant see it yet.
Ill be your light If you need it
Lean on me
Or cry on my shoulder.
I offer everything I can give
Ill blame myself If you dont pull through
Ill blame myself that I wasnt strong enought to save you.
Be okay.
It will all be okay.

Merry Christmas Fuckers

What happened to all that this time of year used to be?
Im looking in through the window watching my family decorate the chirstmas tree.
and for once in my life not caring that I am the outsider.
Im glad to not be a part of it this year.
Just call me Ebenezer Scrooge.

Unnoticable

I dont want to turn into just another face in the crowd.
You mean so much to me.
But truly dont even know I exist.
Its a cruel world.
that makes us fall in love with four things we can never have.
Let alone know.

Deceptive

Boys will be boys
but girls are much worse
devils without the horns
you cant tell malice from ordinary
temptation is their greatest weapon
boys will be boys
and fall at thier feet

I write these words.
And play God.
In my own head is the only place I feel in control.
Even then it's only part of the time.
Im just a lonely writier.
Playing with toys know as word.
Wearing a cape and a paper sign that says GOD.

so insignificant in this world of magnificent.
I'm basking in your limelight.
begging for just a small sour taste
You have lifted me up so many times without knowing.
it brings me down to have no way to show it.

Im memorium

It's nights like tonight that make me rember why he was my best friend:
I miss the boy who was my best freind.
I miss the boy who used to text me at midnight:
*Whisper* Chanelle? you awake?
but because he looks so much older.
I forget he's just a boy.
not a man.
he scares me.
because he shows me I'm not fearless.
There are things about me he gets that nobody else does.
It's nice to know you don't suffer alone.
I want to tell him all of this.
But Im afraid he will push me further away.
Just like last time.

I gave you my heart.
refundable for thirty days.
you returned it.
broken in half.
Im the one at a loss here.
while you walked away unscathed.
I was left begging for an early grave.

there is a good reason these are always short.
I have nothing worth saying.
nothing that your ears or eyes will ever care.
I try and imitate.but only intimidate.
myself.
I take up blank space.and spread my feathers
.in hopes to ruffle yours.
to make myself look bigger.
so that hopefully you can see me.

I would sell my soul to be able to create the beauty.

you have instilled in my world.

I hear the melody in my head.

but I can't get it out.

the pressure builds.

untill it drips from my eyelashes.

sit there.

try to smile and look pretty.

tough luck.

its not easy to hide.

what you keep locked up inside.

but tend to show to me.ugly.

Good luck.

or should I say break a leg.

because all the worlds a stage.

I think I might just dive off.

and hope to god someone catches me.

music breaks my heart.

yet it is the only thing that keeps it beating.

If I cloulnt hear.

I dont think life would be worth it.

Music is a way of life.

It keeps the world going round.

With me

what you get is what you see.

or is it?

what do you see through your eyes?

through mine I see:

a fake.

a cliche.

a follower.

a copy cat.

an unorignial.

all are sins in my eyes.

yet they are all I ever see.

Im fluent is sarcasm.

So dont' think anything you said.

was lost in translation.

sweetheart.

I understood everyword that was dripping with disdane.

But frankly I dont care.

Dream on girls.

Because that is all you will have in the morning.

night fades.

but the dreams stay with you.

never to come true.

life is a sick sick joke.

Im tired of some puppet master.

tugging at my heart strings.one day they might snap.

so my old Blog was acting up going to transfer all entires to this one.