Dream

Out at sea you can breathe and be free
Oh let's get lost out at sea, you and me
Let us leave that world of torn dreams
If dreams are meant to be dreamed
Then out at sea let us be, free to dream


Out at sea we're lost and free?
How can One be lost and free?
I tell you, I'm not lost
Because you with me,
We're right where we're supposed to be


You are my compass
And that's all I ever need
With you I am finely freed
Me lost at sea? Never as We.
You and me, we're We.
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The Room

Again and again I backspace through words
and thoughts that run through my head backwards
Do they make sense, should they really be said ...
My mind is like a white room filled with many things to be said
On the walls, floors and ceilings are memories, flashbacks, ideas and dreams.

I've never felt more filled with perfection then before.
And I must say I love every bit of that, because of you, I will never be the same
So as cluttered as my mind is, this goes to show just how that's oh so true.
Before, my mind seemed empty and I'm glad now you've moved in.

You belong here filling my mind, because you make it home. Not just any home, but our Home.
I can for once, share without hiding behind ... because you don't mind.
So wherever you are, whatever you're doing ... i'll know right where to find you. Right at home.
Always right there to talk to ... to hold ... to share with.

So we'll never ever be apart, because that room, is really my heart!

Thoughts ... for thought.

Where am I supposed to start
Cause my heart couldn't stand to be apart

You brought a new meaning to my life
A new tide has turned in my life

You dance with me on a rainy day
Give me a smile on a sad day

My minds thoughts have been changed up
I have to back up and sit up

Wait a minute and rethink
can't waste a single blink

I have tell you it's true
Ive only thought about you

You and me,
and what this could be

I never thought this could be real
Sometimes i think its all but just a dream

Sometimes i feel caged in emotions
But it's time to take action

Spit them out now
I can't help but to wonder

What your thoughts are

Life

Dear life, you’ve got me all confused and unclear
You do your best work when I have no way to tell what’s here.
But that’s old, so quit being so cold and remove the blind fold.
I’m sick and tired of this fight, so why?
I try and try to do what’s right, but you’re still shuteye
So please spare me a few clues and truths

Yes, you.

When I see your eyes I feel so high 

When I see your face My heart begins to race

oh and it's all because of you

Oh You drive crazy, I thought you should know.

You're my light when things are black and white

You keep me alive when I cry

Yes you. Its oh so true 

2011

It's  12:40 am and I have decided to blog. So it's 2011 I hear. Well, guess it's time for a new year, yet again. In this year, if I can learn at least one thing it would be . . . To learn the fact that I'm not perfect and that I need to except that fact. Sure there is a line where you will reap the consequences of what you do. Having said that, I have not yet learned where the line is. I tend to beat myself up for the stupidest things that happen. I just feel so guilty all the time. I don't always show it or always like to talk about it to anyone. I also fight with the past. I let it creep on me and let it get to me like it was today. I know, my dad died for me, yet I feel so guilty still, and I am! It's forgiving myself that is my problem from what I can make of it. So yea. The snow Is falling down heavy tonight. I often wonder what kind of journey a tiny snowflake goes through. That was random. Thats all I got. Peace out.

Music

So to start off I'd like to thank you as well as welcome you to my lil' blog of mine. I'm still really new to this. You may have noticed I changed the theme of the blog. No worries, it's not changing. Ok, moving on; lately I’ve been listening to music and feeling like I just want to run, get my guitar and write something. I've noticed once I sit down with my guitar ready to write something, my mind goes blank. Not sure why. It might be the pressure that I get when I hold the guitar. Feeling as if I have to sing something and it has to sound good or else. So I will try next time to just write it out on paper first and not bother about rhyme or making sense. I can piece that all together later on. I’ll be sure to post on my blog if anything comes to me. I’ve realized I’m tending to lean more over to listening to screamo and rap lately, but mostly due to a new rapper I found out about named MarsRaps. Excellent rapper I must say. Allrighty this is me, finishing up tonight. Waiting anxiously for tomorrow.