Sunday, November 23


Memories of another day with you
I realized something today
nothing new
it's that I love you

I took a left at my normal right
made a turn from wrong to light
what I found
while driving on
were memories of yesterday
we must have forgotten

I remember when you whispered
you said you loved me, said you missed me
I remember when I kissed you last
my face was red
my heart was too
And I remember, do you
because the hearts we gave away came back as one not two

I realized something today
that you'll wait for me
and I'll come for you
and I'll live for you the words "I love you"

what I made as I kept driving on
were memories of another day
a day that hasn't happened
a day where I'm with you

Sunday, November 16


Between the lines
Perhaps I don't know myself well enough to agree with you yet
but something inside me comes out when you tear at my ribs
and dig to my heart and through one side to the other
you kill me with the cutdowns then say you're just kidding
but nothing you say seems too funny when it's directed at me
all I have is my music yet you tell me it's worthless
you called me an antisocial poet and robbed me of pride
you say I'm too introspective
let's face it, I don't know who else to be
But now I know who not to be
so thank you for telling me
you bring back memories of who I was and why I loved hatred
you take me back and pummel my efforts into nothing
so here I am
a fool again
clinging to hate again
I can't blame you, but thank you for trying my patience
I'm weighed and found wanting
I'll run now so I can't fight back with comebacks
I'll hide in the corner and play my guitar the way that pleases me
and no longer because you tell me I suck
all that ever did was make me obsessed
I'd play to improve on what made me hate to...
but I'm not longer playing for you
go amuse yourself, I know you are used to


back to my senses
Suffer her
screaching and
frail, thin frame
oh my God
Your bride to be
upon the stage and buried beneath
her feet raised up
to magnetic sky
to north, to death

my head's six feet under
these chains watch my back
and my hands are tied
to depths that I lack
I am a soul solely
unfaithful to you
my life's a cage
I am a pet to rats
they gnaw at my innerds
I try to fight back
but I'm on both sides
hitting myself
clawing my face
and bending my nails back

God, how can you suffer longer than I make you
my sin's a cage, and I am a slave
yet I am outside, starving and holding the rations
inside I remain irrational and eat my hands
yet, you suffer
you suffer long
and give me so long to come back

back to my senses

Sunday, November 9


Gloom and Glad

Dmaj D/C# A/C# F#m G C#2 C#m Bm

I guess that this means goodbye
why, oh why do I let it
get by on making you mad
I shared in your gloom and in your glad
so don't guess what the future holds for us
don't throw out the good from goodbye
even these tears may tell us lies

don't take goodbye too literally my friend
you know this means that I'll be back again
so don't cry
save all your tears cause I'll dry your eyes

even these tears may tell us lies
hiding the good from our goodbyes
it's a good night
to wave to our morrow's hugs
and tomorrow's kisses to come

don't take goodbye too literally my friend
you know this means that I'll be back again
don't give in to lies told us by our saddened eyes
cause nothing can keep us from this
not even the distance

Saturday, November 1


The boy who stopped the world
by Aaron Sprinkle

Don't think you can stop it now
I'd like to see you try somehow
Realize that it puts it all on you
There's nothing you can do

Right now you're sick and tired
You're feeling sad, you're feeling uninspired
And the clock just won't slow down
Like it gets its kicks pushing you around
You around...

Maybe in the morning in won't be
Quite as bad as it seems
But the fact that you can't change
The speed of sound, the rate of ages
An understatement to the state of mind
You're not used to
Used to...

You'd be
Forever known
As the boy who stopped the world
And made his own

Right now you're sick and tired
You're feeling sad, you're feeling uninspired
So I pray for you my friend
That you'll fall down, you'll give in
You'll give in...

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