Floating in Vacuum
Posted by: paperpen on: 14 October, 2009
I hate waking up feeling
the need to sleep another wink
optional schedule to face
unwanted world to greet
You have become a norm
like eating breakfast
washing my face
you, thoughts of you
Some days I’m convinced
by what accord, who knows
when my blue moon rises
I feel you thinking of me
Sixth sense, illusions
soul mates, connections
my first thought, and my last
do we have to remain in the past?
Return
Posted by: paperpen on: 1 October, 2009
Rob Thomas – Her Diamonds
Oh what the hell she says
I just can’t win for losing
And she lays back down
Man there’s so many times
I don’t know what I’m doin’
Like I don’t know now
By the light of the moon
She rubs her eyes
Says it’s funny how the night
Can make you blind
I can just imagine
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
But if she feels bad then I do too
So I let her be
[chorus]
And she says oooh
I can’t take no more
Her tears like diamonds on the floor
And her diamonds bring me down
Cause I can’t help her now
She’s down in it
She tried her best and now she can’t win
It’s hard to see them on the ground
Her diamonds falling down
She sits down and stares into the distance
And it takes all night
And I know I could break her concentration
But it don’t feel right
By the light of the moon
She rubs her eyes
Sits down on the bed and starts to cry
And there’s something less about her
And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
So I sit down and I cry too
But don’t let her see
[chorus]
She shuts out the night
Tries to close her eyes
If she can find daylight
She’ll be alright
She’ll be alright
Just not tonight
[chorus]x2
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I’m not particularly upset. Not particularly happy. Not anything much, really. All I know is that the calendar just turned to October and I’m that much further away to the adventures of the earlier part of the year – and as Americans would say it, I’m flippin’ out.
I hate to say this but I’m beginning to realise that I am a person who will never be satisfied. I’m that girl who sits restless until tied tight to the chair. The other side of the lawn will always be greener – and here’s the biggest catch: home is where it’s not the most comfortable of places.
The only rule to the game is that the place has to keep me on the edge of my seat. That means enough art and creative atmosphere, amongst many other ingredients.
So here I am. Getting more complacent by the day… and turning yellowish green like a wilting vegetable.
I don’t know what I’m suppose to do so I sit down and I cry too (but don’t let her see).
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