to-do list song

oh that list on the wall
of things Ill never do
like take out the trash
and get over you

oh that spider on the floor
second one Ive squished today
how very poetic of me
to mention arachnids anyway

CHORUS
well its not that artsy
what a mess I am
how I cant sleep at night
Its kind of sad
how I would like a spider
to sit near my lighter
if I smoked at all
at least things would be brighter
if I had you
to sit down beside me, here.

oh because staring at the wall
wont cut it anymore
if I see another re-run
I might end up dead on the floor

(to chorus)

oh that list on the wall
oh that spider on the floor
how does any one find love anymore?

belong (possible title)

mm to figure you out
how good we'd be together
we wouldnt have to wonder
mm to figure you out
I know we'd make it
we wouldn't have to wander

you pretend to look through me
do you even know
I cant get you off my mind
youre on it all the time
like a clock with broken parts
Im failing without you
and breaking apart

Famous Dreams

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKfDwChOoHI

I thought I had a dream
where life was how I wanted it to be
I woke up to see
that this dream wasn' t a reality

I thought I had a dream
where I could fly with the stars
(instead) I woke to screaming cars
and nothing but scars

If only I could dream of happiness
then maybe I would be satisfied
with the mediocridy of nullified
Or perhaps dream of loneliness
and be content with happiness

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FOOTNOTE:
Im not sure about the whole last stanza. I feel like it explains the previous two stanzas, but may be too dfficult to understand. I guess I'll leave it for now and make changes later.

This poem was inspired my numerous things- one being Martin Luther King's opening line, "I had a dream....". The other inspiration is a song by Priscilla Ahn, "Dream." Both are wonderful. Last is my previous post about my dreams.

Comment if you feel, please!

woken up

I want to be remembered

as someone who really did something

not for themesevles

but for making a change



In this world

where there is too much despair

In this life

where there are too many souls wasted

from ignorance or purely inhumanity



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DIARY PORTION:

I dont really know what that ^^ is-a poem most likely. Its more just my current thoughts. For example, when I was younger I wanted to be a professional dancer. I worked my very hardest to pay for dance lessons ( at age 14). I detassled in the morning ( a type of extremely vigirous migrant field work) until 3 or so, then I would go to dance at night. I was extremely exhausted and not to mention sore. I still loved to dance, but I couldnt afford it and my parents wouldve even drive me down to the dance studio. So I gave up my dream of dancing. When I see professional dancers in any performance, a part inside of me cries. I want so badly to not have failed at my dream. I still love dance and have always tried to take lessons. Now that Im out of high school its hard to find a studio or class suitable for the 'retired love' dancer.


Sorry Ill try to write better on the next post, maybe some songs.

Comment if you like!