Is This It? It's a tornado in my mind- A hurricane in my eyes- It's a fire in my heart- and a voice that yells my crys. It's an owl that flies by day- A tree that's burnt to ash- It's a flower with no bee- and a bolt of light and clash. It's a wind that has no air- A pole that has no string- It's a mouse that has no tail- and a falcon with no wing. It's a picture with no flash- A print without a finger- It's a wall without a door- and a thought that only lingers. It's the ice that's down my back- A stream run through my vein- It's a beat without a heart- and a wound that has no pain. It's seven years bad luck- A mirror upon the floor- It disappeared tonight and i don't see it anymore. It's a turn around a corner- A green light changed to red- It's a scream upon my ear- but i want love instead. -CL Hardened Heart I stand here as a rebel, a rebel without a clue. I stand here with a fire, and a black heart just for you. As more time goes by, the smaller it will get. But the stronger it is, the more pain it can fit. Don't ask me to see it, to hold it in your hand. I'll never let it go, and I'll hold it till the end. You plea and you beg but I'm not giving in. No matter the fight, my heart will always win. -CL A Bullet Saved The rounded mirror that hit the door The broken glass that's now the floor The screams that fall upon a breath The moments of life that linger left The bullet point cocked at the head the pardoned hole that's aimed with lead The muffled speech that's now a gasp The ticking clock that springs it's last The holding thought that says to wait The shaking hands like earth that quakes The beads of liquid nerves that fall The final pull to end it all The blinding hour that has past The mind made up it's own at last The life-filled arms that hold an ache The falling motion they will make The bended knee that's almost there The silent words that fill the air The finger pulled that made a click The lead that stuck was thrown real quick... -CL Double Standards In the end what will you want? Temptation gives you nothing. No satisfaction, No guarantee, leaves us nothing, you and me. The tempted and the tempting, having love for one another. Starts a different kind of story, one of love unlike the other. The story starts with two: confused, bewildered, and afraid. Moves along a steady pace, faults and strengths each day. The faults can be fixed and strengths only stronger, Trying so hard for them to last longer. When you see another, they stare into your eyes. You know you want your lover, no one else- big surprise. Dreams of them, they float in you head. Dreams that their love shall never be dead. Both prepare for their hearts to be crushed, both prepare for the worst. Neither wants their heart to be broke, neither wants to feel that hurt. But shields don't have to be thick. Locks don't have to be locked. Nothing is going to hurt them. Their love will come as a shock. It's sitting right there, between the palms of their hands. It's telling them it's there, helping each owns stand. Don't do it for pity, for obligation or them. Do it for you, your love and your friends. -CL |
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