I don't have many words. To set a goal seems more daunting than simply setting the opportunity before me to write as I desire by creating this tread. So, if I write a poem or a song, well, that'll sure be something.
The first thought that I have is that I am in love. The instrumental is so sombre and peaceful, like a movie flashback. Excellent delivery of the lines "your secrets and your quiet doubts; the way that you think that I do." I don't think there's a better way for you to sing that. The emotion was so evident throughout the piece, and I found myself getting as close to my speakers as I could. Fantastic, excellent job. Truly.
She/They/Fae
“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
sometimes i do the hurting or i’m who’s getting hurt wrap my own mix of emotions in a bag dragged through the dirt
and i’m winning and im losing but more often do i lose ain’t a winner when i want to be its not the fate i’d choose
(i’m) trying to heal to be quick to repent but i’m quick to lament i write my appeal i’m trying to heal am i trying hard enough is this your kind of love is it real?
learning self hate, hell that’s easy it’s the loving that takes work takes time to love yourself so loving others actually works
and i’m running over others when my tongue’s out of control when i’m silent i am violent in my mind to tame the bull
no i cannot take it easy I’m a real piece of work and if i ever stop the working you might see i’m just a jerk
(i’m) trying to heal to be quick to repent but i’m quick to lament i write my appeal i’m trying to heal am i trying hard enough is this your kind of love is it real?
i remember when i was young enough to feel everything and anything i’d trip over my own feet taking out the trash from my mother and her mother and her mother before her
and i’d cling the sandals with my toes so my skin didn’t have to touch burning pavement alone
learning to walk isn’t just about you you’re a burden to others in your mother’s shoes
and when you feel anything and everything with the heat of the burning desert sun you forget how to hold on with your toes and run
and if you wanted to be hopeles forever all you would have to do is wear a hard hat and a life vest divest yourself of the right to hang on and let the waves take you
storms don’t always come with a warning and if they do, you’ve only got time to raise the sails you’re in it now, sailor
hope won’t make the storm cease but it might give you strength to hang on and pull through til the morning
and if you wanted to be hopeless forever you could let the waves take you but that’s only because you’ve forgotten that there are other sailors with you
you can lose your hard hat and take the hand stretched in your direction i just need your attention long enough to hang on for you
you feel like the storm inside you is too big and too small at the same time and it's scary scary to ignore it and scary to fight it scary to let yourself feel the rain
and you keep thinking maybe you just have to wait it'll take time to pass over
but the storm is inside you and you carry it with you and whether or not you let yourself feel the rain it's still pounding
pounding on the door of your heart
and yeah
i know
you're afraid that the storm will be too big and too strong all at once and you're terrified that it'll pull you under and wipe you out drowning you in the pain
and you keep thinking that maybe the storm will get smaller but i think it gets stronger the more that you wait
Spoiler! :
sometimes i write things and know that it's going to be mediocre, but you know. sometimes you just write to write and write a better things another day. gotta get the meh out of your system to make room for more. and meh is okay. it's for me anyway
i dont want romance with you there’s no second chance, just two opposing intentions did i ever mention im a ticking bomb so please don’t hang on
i don’t want romance with you i don’t even know how to dance for two so please do say there’s no other way i love you like a brother i hope you find another and you’ll meet a girl who thinks you’re the world it’s not hard to choose when you see my fuse
i don’t want to be more than friends i know if we don’t let go we know how this will end in a mess of hearts breaking in two i love you just not in the way that you do
the stage has always been a place of intervention blacked out, in a mask of my invention spouting things beyond our comprehension to fill your listening ears
if high school was the audition, then adulthood was the runway every spotlight like a highlight on the one who got away trembling like a leaf pretending to know what to say to suppress all my fears
the fear that i might be revealed: a real, authentic fraud hoping that someday I'll find a path to not be flawed while knowing that perfection's only ever a facade to deceive your peers
See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security. — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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