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Post by PETER WALKER on Feb 15, 2009 8:11:09 GMT -5
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Post by PETER WALKER on Feb 25, 2009 12:19:25 GMT -5
tired time lays sleeping
keeping me frozen in yesterday
but i don't mind, no i don't mind
i was happy anyway
oh tired time he has to rest
keeps me from growing old
keeps me at my best
but i don't mind, no i don't mind
i'm a prisoner of time
he's got a hold of me
won't let me go
won't let me know
if i will ever be free
i'm a prisoner of time
but i must confess
the pleasure is mine
i really don't mind
Eh- it was just something off the top of my head. I thought of it shortly after I met Ashton. He was wonderful! I'm absolutely positive that in that amount of time we spoke he inspired more than anyone had ever inspired other than Alex. He reminds me a lot of Alex...distant, cynical, and way sarcastic...but that's just...I don't want to compare him to Alex, but I do anyway. Why? Because I can't help it. So Ashton was pretty much the highlight of my week. He's supposed to come over this weekend to watch Wizard of Oz. CAN YOU BELIEVE HE'S NEVER SEEN IT?!.... I know.... I was surprised too. If I have to be the one that completes his childhood, then so be it. I just hope Ashton doesn't walk into my plain room and decide I have no personality. Even though I'm pretty positive that I have plenty of personality to go around. It's all in here. Well, in case you don't know, I just pointed to my heart. Isn't my heart a good place to keep my personality?
That is besides the point. Meeting Ashton was great, yes, but we talked about some stuff that I had never had to think about before. I know love came up. As crazy as it sounds...love is sort of a foreign concept to me. I mean, I know there are types of love out there... I just haven't seen any of it. Well, I actually can't say that. My friends, I hope, love me at least. I know I can trust Ivonne, Cait, and Taylor to be by my side as long as I need them. That's a good thing. I like stability in friendship. I like being able to tell them anything without worrying about the outcome. Best firends are amazing and I would advise everyone to find at least one. I lucked up and found three. How bout them apples?! Speaking of apples... apparently they are supposed to keep doctors away. After carefuly consideration I've discovered that apples do no such thing. Crazy fortune cookies and their silly little quotes. They should really check for flaws in facts.
Oh god... there's a bug in my room. It's one of those big green things that look like they're praying. What's it called? A preying mantis? Is that it? I think that's it. Yeah, well, there's one in my room and it's totally mean looking. It's beady black eyes looks so intimidating. I don't think I've ever been freigtened by a bug until now. But I don't want to kill it! That would just be mean of me. It hasn't attacked me.... yet. But the way it sits there and rubs it's little razors of death together, well, my situation looks a bit more foreboding. How ironic that such a mean looking bug would look like it's praying. Maybe if I turn away from it and ignore the fact that it's there it'll just go away or something. Bugs are strange and most of them creep me out. Not thinking about it would probably help.
In other news... I'm working on getting a gig at one of the places downtown. I don't know if I'll be able to pull it off, but I could at least try. Then I would have something to invite Ashton to. It would give me another reason to see him...not that I need a reason. Okay, maybe I do. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been so afraid and happy at the same time. This is something new for me and I just don't know how it's going to work out yet. I want to spend more time with Ashton every time he makes me smile. The bad thing about that is that every time he says something I end up smiling like an idiot. Oh well- I guess we'll see what happens with the Wizard of Oz.
(c)Lyrics at the top belong to ME
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Post by PETER WALKER on Mar 9, 2009 13:46:28 GMT -5
A golden day of silence you had acquired
finding peace in nothing
drawing hearts around desires.
While you wait and watch
the world never knows
what your silence means
when your watchful eyes close.
Oh, you keep your secrets in a book no one will read
your eyes are much deeper
but no one gets to see
baby, you're a locked room
your heart holds the key
you're drawing hearts around desires
and i wish they were me.
Oh upon a closer look your confidence is fleeting
those things, those silly things you thought were nonexistant
ah, well tonight we are meeting
those things, those silly things you claim never existed.
To you I won't mention the unmentionable
those unspoken desires only paper will know.
But open your eyes
let me inside
It's you I want to know.
Oh, you keep your secrets in a book no one will read
your eyes are much deeper
but no one gets to see
baby, you're a locked room
your heart holds the key
you're drawing hearts around desires
and i wish they were me.
But even in crowds you're convinced you're alone
well you let me show a new elation
a daring dream laced with fragile imagination?
Your thoughts unknown, locked away
I wonder if I'm crazy
Oh give me one laugh maybe just a smile
and I'll write a new song
I'll write you a new song.
Oh, you keep your secrets in a book no one will read
your eyes are much deeper
but no one gets to see
baby, you're a locked room
your heart holds the key
you're drawing hearts around desires
and i wish they were me.
(c) lyrics belong to Me
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Post by PETER WALKER on May 1, 2009 16:49:15 GMT -5
oh, well i know that, when i stand in the center of an empty room and all, all i see, is wreckless abandonment slapping faith in the face. well i consider the grass may be greener, but my side is always cleaner and i imagine, well yeah i imagine, my side is the best...but what about the rest?
oh deep in dark corners hope twiddles his thumbs, lurking and waiting for the right moment to come. mm, but doubt, you see, he's befriended me. holding my hand he leads me to a darker place and my burning heart feels out of place.
hope in the darkness, he whispers, "it's too cold here." but my head is clouded, my body not mine. doubt consoles me, consoles me, "it'll be better with time."
little lights of memory flickr, oh, well i see, the hope that i had in the boy i used to be. "hope, you waited too long." i say, clenching my teeth. "i loved you, i loved you" was what hope said... but i lost it, i lost it... my beloved doubt, he loves me more. "take me," i whisper. "i'm all yours."
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