“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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Friendship

I have seen the starry night
Just a blur of bright
Yellow and white

I have danced the naked street
Darkened bare feet
To a silent beat

No matter where I must run
What hills I am from
I will come

When you need a friend to pull along
A moment in time to belong
Or a harmony to your song

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Move Together

I thought I’d share some music while my child is asleep. I used to work at 3 in the morning baking pastries and I feel as though this song is pretty relevant. My husband would get home around 11 or 12 at night and this puts me in his perspective a bit, since we hardly ever saw each other during that moment in our lives. Oftentimes, I forget that marriage is two people and that both need to put in an effort to strive for their loved one’s happiness. Some missed sleep is nothing if you want to spend your entire life with someone.

Masks

the heaviness of silver and gold on your face and

robbing you of joy and for all of your pain it

will not go away and for all of your strength it

will not melt away

the way i see it you are on your own the

many years of anguish have taken their toll and

the mask that you wear is a part of who you’ve become and

part of you just won’t let it go

when you strain against it forever hold fast for

your skin and your bones have entwined with the mask and

to lose it would mean losing part of your flesh but

part of your flesh must go

you pull and you worry til the whites of your eyes are

all i can see and then nothing at all while

metal and blood are flecks on your palm and

metal and blood are read on your palm

and you strain against it but it forever hold fast for

your skin and your bones have entwined with the mask and

to lose it would mean losing part of your flesh but

part of your flesh must go and you

strain against it but not even half will

become unattached from the expression you have and

everything else has been freed but your soul it

forever remains below it

forever remains below

The Dawn

i am running off the pages

ink spilling off the edge

the farthest reach of my existence

a few more turns until the end

you’ve yet to open all my secrets

thoughts on people i have met

and no one’s read beyond my preface

or even tried to understand

for this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

of wishful thinking and wounded eyes

a mind controlled by the darkest lies

i am running out of reasons

to hide away until my death

bloodstained and carried through the seasons

no longer can i pretend

for this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

of wishful thinking and wounded eyes

a mind controlled by the darkest lies

yes, this is the story of sleepless nights

and words poured out from the inside

but i confess that i was wrong, i was wrong

the night is spent, this is the dawn

this is the dawn

 

 

© 2012 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

I Need A Little Help With The Title…But…Anyway…

mirrors you wish you shattered quicker

always come to haunt

eyes that follow change your heartbeat

try to let her go

remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s  been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

there is no denying you find

fault in every step

memories that leave you sighing

try to bring her back

remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

turn to your reflection and break the glass

 that holds you there

step inside there‘s no returning

to your pale friend

just remember

love began

with a kiss

on the hand

all that’s been

wasted on the

porcelain doll

you share your world with

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com


Unnamed

He told his story like it was brand new

For the hungry children to listen to

He cleared his throat and he took his time

Because sitting there was all they could do

They left behind all their pains and worries

And imagined life as it was meant to be

As they whistled softly to the minstrel’s music

They thought of places that they couldn’t see

While the world grew colder than ever

You could see it in their eyes that they didn’t feel a thing

And the man was sad when it was over

So he sang another song and left them to their dreams

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Liar (Pinocchio)

you say you love to be misunderstood

i could do that for you now

cuz i’m tired of the honesty

that you like to live without

you’ve way more faces than the moon

and the man there wants to know

out of curiosity what’s the point

of hiding out below

You’re a liar

You’re nose is looking longer than it ever should

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

you’ve never put me off so blatantly

you’re scared of what i ask

there’s a funny little thing called reality

bound to pull you back on track

down on your luck with acquaintances

you’re more than slightly sad

i never like to say i told you so

but it’s your fault your life’s like that

You’re a liar

Your nose is looking longer than it ever should

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

sometimes i wonder what it’d be like

living a white lie

i pity all those

living their white lies

You’re a liar

Your nose is looking longer with each falsehood

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

Liar

 

 

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

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