Perfect Pixie Paradise

Friday, November 24, 2006

I Wrote Those Word

I wrote those words to soothe you,
You left them lying there,
I wrote those words to heal you,
You didn't seem to care.

I spoke those words to calm you,
You didn't want to hear,
I spoke those words to ease you,
You didn't want me near.

I chose those words to reach you,
You seemed so far away,
I chose those words to keep you,
You didn't want to stay.

I write these words to soothe me,
It helps to stop the pain,
I write these words to teach me,
To never love again.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Submerged

Submerged in my skin is a belief,
That it will rot and decay and peel away,
'Til my core is exposed all swollen and tender,
All soft and raw.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Sweet Soul Song

Smile for me angel,
Sing me your dreams,
I am listening with all my heart,
And it is charmed,
By your sweet soul song

Sing for me angel,
Shine in my eyes,
I am charmed by all your love,
And you have won,
With your sweet soul song.

Smile for me angel,
Sing me your song,
I am listening with all my heart,
And I am charmed,
By your sweet soul song.

Alone

I am alone in my chemical induced coma, fighting the bubbling bile that is rising up my throat.
Am I going to choke on my self-inflicted happiness?
Not if I can keep my eyes open but convulsing is so tiring.

People come to see me. People that I truly love and their words should be soothing.
The fear that has gripped me is eating me from the inside. It has eaten my insides and is now trying to force them out of every possible outlet. I need them though. Eaten or not they are my insides and they should be inside. I fight the force but it makes me weary.

And I am angry.

I should not have to battle to keep myself intact.

Friday, June 16, 2006

There Came A Time

There came a time when I'd had enough,
Of your lies and deceit and your so-called love,
Of the knife that you plunged in a wound that was raw,
Of the anger and madness in your eyes that I saw.

There came a time when my love turned to fear,
When the lies and abuse was all that I'd hear,
From the mouth of the man who claimed he was right,
From the soul of the man who sought power and might.

There came a time when my fear turned to hate,
When my eyes could not see, all that was great,
When all that was left was a cold empty husk,
A heart that would beat but could not trust.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

How often we doubt ourselves and each other. How often we lose faith and lose sight of each other. You're over there and I can't see you. I'm shouting at you but you can't hear me. Yet we can touch each other. We're close enough to hurt each other. But too far away to hear what the other is saying. Come closer and tell me baby, I can't hear you from over there. But you say you have to stay there. That's where you are. I try to come closer but I keep getting stung. Instead, I'm moving further away, and away, and away and I'm still screaming out, hoping you can hear me. I want to be there with you. But I keep getting stung.

Getting Out Of Bed

I ressurrect my life today,
I'm getting out of bed,
Don't want to sleep my life away,
To die before I'm dead.

I ressurrect my life today,
So tired of dreams and sleep,
Don't want to waste my life away,
Don't want to fall too deep.

I ressurrect my life today,
There's still so much to do,
Don't want to sleep my life away,
The years we have are few.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Be Strong

Hold the tears, don't let them fall,
It doesn't hurt that much,
Be calm and strong and show them all,
It doesn't hurt that much.

Let the wounds ache inside,
Don't let them see your tears,
Hold your head up high with pride,
Don't let them know your fears.

Your heart will heal and you'll be strong,
Don't let them make you weak,
This pain and hurt it won't last long,
Just smile and you'll be free

Eily Was An Artist

Eily was an artist,
She drew a picture of me,
There was something wrong with it,
She made me far too pretty.

She took me to her bedroom,
Where we stayed for most the night,
She said she'd like to hold me,
Just to get the feeling right.

Eily held me tight,
Then she began to draw me,
She looked into my eyes,
And told me I was pretty.

Eily was an artist,
She drew a picture of me,
She liked to draw with her hands,
And tell me I was pretty.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Shame

Shame on the man who just hears what he wants,
From the mouth of the beast that he's named,
He'll never grow old and know what it's like,
To have learnt from the beast that he's tamed.

Shame on the man who just does what he wants,
With the mind of the beast that he's named,
He'll never grow old and know what it's like,
To be loved by the beast that he's tamed.