My Dream

My Dream- We; the two of us; are squished into the same hammock, stretched between two palm trees, hand in hand, talking about music, as the ocean roars in the background, and the fading light of day creates a backdrop that would rival that of a Paramount movie. My two best friends in the world are stretched out on the beach, martini's in hand, singing in rhythm with the waves. Laughter of little children, and their footprints in the sand engulf us. Love is so thick, it is almost tangible. Love for friends, love for family, and love for each other. Love for the life we have created. And we would fall asleep in that hammock. A little girls fingers threaded through ours now. Wrapped tightly in a blanket of stars. The ocean still singing in the silence. And the ligts of the city, off in the distance. And we would stay in those moments forever.

Waiting For The Rain To Stop

The rain is falling,
dripping

drizzeling

dancing on my window pane
The sky is grey and dreary
And your face is all I see
Your silence once amazed me
It was the thing that first made me love you
Now, it worries me.
The way you look right through my eyes.
The same eyes that you once dreamed into,
Like they were the fountain of youth.
Like they could save you from the darkness
You try so hard to hide.
I try to open my heart to you.
To pour it out.
I would give you my world
If you only let me.
But every time I try, you pull away.
You shutter, like I am dangerous.
Irony of ironies.
I am the fearful one.
I am the one who is supposed to run and hide.
The world expects me to turn away.
To detach myself from you,
and everything you are.
But I am here, ceaselessly. Without end.
Nothing could make me leave you.
It's too late now.
Remember the words I spoke to you
When you first decided you loved me.
I whispered a promise to you.
A promise I will always keep, if you only hold up your end.
Remember what you promised me.
I have faith in you.
I understand that there are things you can't yet say.
I have things my voice won't let me speak just yet.
But if you asked, I would tell you the longest story.
Everything about me.
If you only wanted to know.
The way I want to know.
The way I want you to know.
The rain falls slowly,
Slowly, inching grey over the edges of this canvas.
But I have seen the rain before.
I know how this story ends.
The most captivating thing about the rain is how it
falls.
And then, when the sky opens up,
The radiant sun spreads its crimson fingers across the mountains,
and the ocean,
and the plain,
And renews it.
Changes it.
Makes it whole.
Nourishes it.
That is what we will be.
So, I will sit here,
watching the grey sink in,
watching the drizzle,
and listening to the rhythmic thumping on my windowpane,
Patiently waiting.
Waiting for the day that you decide you can trust me.
Waiting for the day that you decide I am worth it.
Because you will.
Trust me,
You will.

My Problem

Ok, so, i am thinking about what to name this child, (Lena's child) because I really HATE the name Nataile. It just sounds so old, and I dont kno what inspired me to call her that in the first place! I am changing it!!! It has to go. So, here are my suggestions (in my personal order of preference) Mercy, Lilia, Leah, and... Sam. I kno, Sam sucks. Ok, so im open to suggestion. Plus, any other names you may find worthy.

Excript from WTMLY

And all of a sudden, out of no where, there she was, covered in... whatever that was, crying, and kicking through her first few breaths of air. The doctor looked up, and smiled. Lena let go of a deep breath, once she saw that the doctor seemed pleased with the outcome.
"You have a beautiful baby girl." he stated, holding the squirming, slippery infant in the air.
"Is she okay?" asked Lena, out of breath.
"Oh yeah." replied the doctor. "She's perfect."
Lena threw her head back on the pillow, while the doctor moved toward her, and placed the baby, now wrapped in a blanket, in her arms. At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. All Lena could see was that child, and how incredibly beautiful she was. She had deep blue eyes, and what little hair she had was light, sandy blonde. As her eyes focused on Lena's, Lena was captivated. Stunned. Tears fell from her eyes (ok, hold on)

Goodnight, Love.

You stand,
Silent in the corner
Looking sharply at me through your glassy eyes
And I can do nothing but smile.
You speak-
Only one word-
And I cannot speak.
All I do is stutter.
Your hand touches mine,
Ever so slightly,
And my heart jumps.
I want nothing more then to be next to you.
Just to sit there and...
Watch you smile.
Let you take my breath away.
Let you have this heart to melt.
If you only knew,
Knew how much you deserve,
You could be flying right now.
You could be with someone who
Had a plan.
Who could promise you things.
Who wasn't labled with this wreckless abandon.
But instead,
You're sitting here
Next to ME.
God only knows why.
God only knows how.
But I thank Him every chance I get.
I thank him for you.
For everything that you are.
And more importantly,
Everything that you're not.
Goodnight, Love.

I'll Be Free (working title)

(verse 1)
She's just eighteen
There's no reasoning
So she's gonna do what she can.
She left her home
Went out on her own
Started singing lead for some
Traveling band
Now she's sleepin' in tour busses
Playin' guitar
Spendin' her nights
Under neon stars
There isn't a place
Too long or too far
That's the life
Every night she cries
(chorus)
I'll be free
I promise you someday
I'll keep moving if that
Is the price to pay
Tomorrow's uncertain
Don't know where I'll be
But I can promise you
I'll be free
(verse 2)
The music plays
As she takes the stage
And the melody fills up her soul
She's flooded now
So she pours it out
And for just a moment it makes her whole
But when the lights go out
And the crowd dies down
She prays for someone
To come around
She sits like a vapor
Without a sound
But inside
Her spirit cries:
(repeat chorus) Still workin on it, guys!!! :)

Ode to Vinneys Cheesesteak

Oh beautiful cheesesteak
So greasy and warm
You're the one that I turn to
In the nidst of the storm
Your life-changing auroma
Is sent from above
Oh beautiful cheesesteak
You're the one that I love.

New York Stranger

The cab door closes, and the sounds are muffled.
Still audible, but saturated.
Colors blend together,
As Manhattan spins around me.
People pass by, their eyes seldom meet mine,
But inside them, I can see it.
The wonder.
The confusion.
The questions.
The pain.
And I am reminded,
"Not all who wander are lost."
I am not lost, as I wander through the crowded streets,
as I chase my pipe dreams through darkened corridors,
Under broken bridges,
Rummaging through piles of debris,
Only to hold on a moment longer.
And yet, in their eyes,
They look lost.
I want to tell them that I can find them.
That they don't have to live alone
In this never-ending city of dreams.
Instead, The cab door closes,
And the sound sinks away.

Hi!!!!!

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