You'll Be Famous for Something You're Not

Truth is...
I was more than you ever needed.
Because I'm raw.

But you like your meat cooked.
So what?

I'm still confident.
I'm still going to shine.

You can't break me.
You're nothin' but dirt on my shoulder I just need to brush off.

Thanks for the inspiration babe.
Inspiration for a new song.

And you?
You'll just be that line in a song.

And I'll be singing that song.
You're famous.
But famous for being an ass hole.

And I'm going to stand tall.
And stand up for what I believe in.

You ready to be famous for being a dick?
Get ready.

Spotted in My Eyes

Anger is such a powerful word...
But my anger is just as powerful.

I am a lion...
Caged.

Ready to kill everything that put me here...
Ready to scream my lungs out...

But remember who put me here...

My sweet and innocent look has nothing to do with my eyes.
My eyes hold every spot of anger.

I've given you time,
and all you have done is taken it from me.

You selfish person.

I don't need excuses...
And at this point...

Do I really need you?

I believed in fairy tales...
Only to find out how unreal they really are.

Thanks for clearing that up...

Are you the spider trapping me in a web of lies?
Ready to kill me at any time...

You are...
So you are a successful spider.

But you lack the poison...
You just have the bite.

To the Boy With My Key

Beneath the summer sun,
I ran to the nearest flower...

Praying for fate to be on my side.
Believing it by the hour.

If nothing comes out right
And nothing comes out wrong

Where do I begin...

For the words to a song?

You kill me with your kindness
You surprise me with spite...

If I had one more chance...
Would I redo that summer night?

Is your heart filled with hatred?

Is your mind still at ease?

Do you remember where my heart is?

Or even the keys?

My eyes are still watching...
My heart still beating...

You can keep me standing still...
But can you stop me from breathing?

Do you believe in fairy tales
or are they just dreams?

Is there more meaning to life than what it seems?

Line of Communication

Just ring...
I sit here with a mindless stare...

Waiting through the seasons for you to call.
But you don't call...

I keep the gate open...
But there is still a fence...

I'm not a heart breaker.
And I refuse to let someone break mine.

I try to be the person who is open.
I try to be the one who keeps you talking.

But your silence doesn't work for me.
And neither do you.

I'm not your boss.
I'm not your friend.

I'm just a girl who you have wrapped around your finger.
Maybe...

I try not to look at it that way.
But maybe that is what everyone else sees.

I wish there was some line of communication...

I feel like I'm casting a line out into an abyss...
I keep trying to throw something out but all I get is gravity...

Don't be like all the others...
If you know what is good for you.

Because I refuse to let someone lead me on.

I refuse to be full of joy on a false account.

So if you read this...
Maybe you should call.

Stuttering

We're so far away...
You always keep me guessing...

How are you so good at that?

With this passing season...
I keeping wondering if you will find a reason to come here...

It's so beautiful.
And I want to share it with you...

Because, you've taken part of something that is very meaningful to me...

I keep asking myself when will I get it back.
Or even if I ever will...

The stars...
Everytime I see them...
I think about how you and I spent our last night together...

Under the stars...
Your arm around me...
My arms around you...

I loved every minute of it...
I never wanted it to end.

And I know you didn't either.

I lay in bed every night...
Wondering when we will meet again...

Because I really do miss you.

Remember when we sat there...
Just looking at the town...
Forgetting that you were supposed to be on stage next?

And then I remember you singing to me...
I kept blushing because people were looking at me...

But my favorite part of the night...
Was just spending time with you.

Because you kept me stuttering.

Just kidding...

You kept me smiling.
And my heart was racing.
Yours was too.
I felt it.

You have my key.
And I have yours...

Don't forget where you put it.

Mine is always close to my heart.

Reality or Creativity

When it comes to fashion, music, and food...
I think I know just about everything...

But...
When it comes to love...

Now that's a subject I have always struggled with.
Love is something no one can define.

But I still try to define it...

I think I have given up on love...
Or love has given up on me...

I live in this fantasy world thinking that my prince charming
will show up unannounced on my front door step.

Or that he will take a plane and surprise me...
Why do I want surprises?

I still live in that little fantasy world...
Where the guy of my dreams is creative in every way.

Is creativity in a relationship still alive?
Or should we be burying it with our broken hearts?

I've looked back at my past relationships...
Trying to figure out if there was even one thing that made me happy as a surprise...

I don't remember finding anything...

But I hope with the next, that he can be a reality.

An Amazing Situation

I took...
A chance.


A chance that...
I didn't see as being successful.
But it was.


It was like jumping off a bridge into the cool water...
I was surprised by the temperature,
but not by the jump.




It's not something I do everyday...
And it's not something I've ever really liked.


But I tried.


And it was invigorating.

We have this judgement about people...
When we have been hurt the most...


I've got my heart caged still...
But the gate is slightly open...


Because I have a feeling...
This time it will be different.

With This Key... I Unlocked the World

I have found the keys...
The keys...
That open doors to new beginnings.

Some doors behind me I will leave locked...
Others...
Open to the world.

We shouldn't shut the doors of our pasts...
Only the ones who let in the freezing air.

I wonder what door this key will open...
And will there be someone there to open the door for me?

We can easily shut a door...

Just as easily as we can open it...

Do we dare leave the key under the mat...
For the next person?

I hide my keys...
Hoping someone who has the ambition
and dreams to find them.

Those are the minds I want to open doors for.
Those are the eyes I want to help see...

What are we looking for when we open a door?

A new beginning to a new chapter...
Or to end the last chapter and close the door?

Only Speechless

Slowly...
But don't stop completely.


We are running for something out of our reach.


Always running...


Never stopping...


Just keep running...


In our eyes only can we find what they can't.


Because we want to find it.


That secret that has been eating us up inside...
The one that we want to say...
But we only become speechless.


But then we close our mouthes pretending nothing was ever said.


Only in our eyes and in our hearts do we know the truth...


Do we tell a secret that we know is dreadful?
Or do we tell a lie that we know is hurtful?


I've always wondered which is worse in a bad situation...


The truth, or a made up lie.

When we are walking alone in the night...
Do we always look over our shoulder

to see if someone is following?


Are we scared of our own shadows?


We end up saying things we don't want to.
A slip...
A mistake...


Some will be forgiven.
Some will be forgotten.


Others will be lived with regret for ages...


But my secrets....


They will be written down.
Sewn through out the edges of my writing...


Hidden, but unveiled.


To the opened eye...


But more importantly...
To the opened mind.

And With This Key...

This thing...
A thing that could open so many opportunities...
So many dreams that can become so many realities.

Crash...

Full force...

This thing...
Could be the thing to help us through.

This thing...
Could bring us together.

It's funny how one simple thing such as an rusty old key...

Can be more than just that.

We open eyes...
We open hearts...

And yes,
We open doors...

But a simple key...
Is so more than just that.

And...

Aren't people...
More than just people?

We see what we want to see...
But sometimes...
We need to stop and just look.
Not with what we want...
But with our eyes.

Our eyes give us the naked truth.
And our hearts...

Well, they give us the real feelings.
The feeling to love and the feeling
to be stronger than we think we are.

If we truly took the key to the box we all seem to be stuck inside...
And we unlock it to escape...

We can accomplish more than we ever thought we could.

Reflection of Lessons

Beauty...
On the inside or out.
In the ground or in the sky.

I opened my eyes to a new surrounding.
Still a little cautious...
But ready for new adventures.

Don't ever be scared of change.
Changes are meant to happen.

Remember that it's okay to look back though...

To see what you had and what has changed in your life.

Sometimes it is like a mirror...

We see what we want but sometimes it isn't good enough.

Or it shows us beyond what we want to see or haven't seen.

The mirror is quite fragile.

And so are you.
Feelings will always get broken just like the mirror.
But with time and patience...
We can glue it back together...

The cracks will still be there...
But with every mistake...
We learn a lesson.

This Ride is for Those with Dreams

I ran.
Because nothing could ever take this feeling away if I was still here.
Patience...
Breathe in, breathe out.
The slightest movement can be noticed.
And the gleam of a tear...
Well that will be ignored...
The attention has been lost.
And I, have been finding pieces of the real me.
I don't care about the attention anymore.
I needed that push to fly.
I am small and I am scared.
You were the reason why I pushed myself to prove you wrong...
I never needed you.
And I never will.
But thank you...
Thank you for letting me grow on my own.
Thank you for not caring about me.
Because it has been making me stronger these past couple of weeks.
Thank you for being less than what your title is.
Because now I have more stories to write.
Now I have more knowledge and wisdom.
Your life is like a merry-go-round.
At some point you get sick and want to get off...
But you can't.
You chose this ride and now you are stuck on it.
No point in trying to change...
Because maybe you will not be let on someone else's ride.
Believe me, you will not be on my roller coaster of life.
You don't even deserve to stand in the line of it.
All you can do is watch me go up and down in life.
But, different from yours...
I will make people laugh...
I will make people reach new heights.
I, myself will reach new heights...
Only with the sun on the horizon and love in my heart.
With a mind to dream and making that dream a reality.
I'll look back occasionally to wave and smile....
But I'm not coming back.
And I don't think I will.

To begin...
I've found beauty in taking these few months away from blogging...
New inspirations, new dreams, new hopes, and old endings with a new twist.

So here I am again.
Blogging.