Just a few mirrored thoughts from my friends in Jack's Mannequin

"And today was a day just like any other

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge

Unraveling with ever word

With ever word you say, make me believe

That I won't feel your tires on the street

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I come undone, oh yes, I do

Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you

And every word you say, say somethings sweet

Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning and I dive in.

I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.

When did society decide that we had to change

And wash a tee shirt after every individual use?

If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.

I take the stairs to the car and there's fog on the windows.

(I'm fighting the words...)

I need caffeine in my blood stream,

I take caffeine in the blood stream

I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:

(And you're getting away...)

My life's become a boring pop song and everyone's singing along..."

"From an empty room on the first floor as the cars pass

I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano

And it's all I can do to stay with

All the things I didn't say to you

Before you moved across the country

And from the burning building where I lay

As I watch the stars become the day...

This fishbowl life is all they need

It's everything I needed too

Until I heard the news

I'll send this message through the speakers

they told me that you moved

I'll cross this country on a frequency

I'm slipping through, I'm slipping through

I'm slipping into the airwaves

And this is nothing new, you are slipping through my fingers

And into the airwaves

The static's where you'll find me...

Something's not right inside living with the news..."

"Sorrow last through this night

I'll take this piece of You

and hope for all eternity

For just one second I felt whole

As You flew right through me..."

Flyleaf

The mighty continents divided it

For a second time in all history

They found themselves just floating

Free from all responsibility

Without the weight of being whole

Some fruits evolved all on their own

But if you want something back

All the things that got cracked

When I felt like you lied to me

And all the million mistakes

And the kicks in the face

But I don't want you to die in me

So when you say what you want

That you need what you got

Don't forget to be kind to me

Now here's an apple with a tougher skin

While you've got your pretty scales and fins you say

See all the things that I can do

So perfectly my body grew but in

All the time you felt so free

Did you forget how much you once loved me

And if you want something back

All the things that got cracked

When I felt like you lied to me

And all the million mistakes

And the kicks in the face

But I don't want you to die in me

So when you say what you want

That you need what you got

Don't forget to be kind to me

I don't want you to die in me

Mirah

10 Things I hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick;

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Portrait d'une Femme

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,

London has swept about you this score years

And bright ships eft you this or that in fee

Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,

Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.

Great minds have sought you---Lacking somewhere else. 

You have been second always. Tragical?

No. You preferred it to the usual thing:

One dull man, dulling and uxorious,

One average mind---with one thought less, each year.

Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit

Hours, where something might have floated up.

And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.

You are a person of some interest, one comes to you

And takes strange gain away.

Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion:

Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale or two,

Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else

That might prove useful and yet never proves,

That never fits a corner or shows use,

Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:

The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;

Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,

These are your riches, your great store; and yet

For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,

Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:

In the slow float of differing light and deep,

No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,

Nothing that's quite your own.

Yet this is you.

-Ezra Pound

freck-le n. a small brownish spot on the skin, often turning darker or increasing in number upon exposure to the sun.

1.

I can hardly explain what you make me feel. If I could catch it in a jar and give it to you as a present, I'm not sure if I would. I understood early on that every part of me is something made perfect in the eyes of someone not yet seen. This pre-determined soul lies deep within the shadows of the unknown of my mentality. Slowly, the likeness of his profile becomes apparent. He'll take what's left of my war-torn sentiment, battered and threadbare, and hold it in the palm of his hands and fully heal it. Only to feel the love I hold, after he slowly flays the burned blotches left from those whom breached my heartstrings and left them to rot. 

"And we peeled the freckles from our shoulders..."

hope v. to look forward with desire and reasonable confidence; to believe, or trust.

2. 

I shivered, twice. Cold-blooded am I with trembling, frigid fingers that fumble lightly as they glide. The air is not warm, but neither does it bite. Like a purr of bumblebees, it flits and flees with no thoughts to that which it passes. The stars are lustrous and more beautiful when I am lounging beside your snug figure. Show me how to breathe easy. Teach me where to go from here. Your sweet eyes continuously ease my doubts. If I hand you my little heart, will you be there to show me affection? Could you decipher my troublesome mind? Would you show me how to live without troubles and hesitation?

"Believe there's gonna be love in all your pain..."

always adv. at all times; invariably; for all time; forever.

3.

I'm not pushing; I'm not pulling. I'm not reeling; I'm not straining. What I am doing is wishing you were here. Time easily becomes a figment of imagination when you stand next to me. It only happens involuntarily and I just wish I could canonize it and put it in a few pages. For the safety of my sanity, I can smile in wonder at the possibility that you duplicate my current condition. For love, while intangible, is not yet a figment of imagination, nor an idea. Love is true, real, and solid. As a rock sits on the ground, love lives in the air. The rocks may one day cry out just as the wind talks to us now, in whispers and whistles in the language of Providence. 

"The world has lost her way again, but you are here with me..."

"Stay or leave

I want you not to go

But you should

It was good, as good goes

Stay or leave

I want you not to go

But you did"

Dave Matthews.

Cover yourself with moonlight

My weary heart sings out

Balancing it's fervent suspicion

I'm immersing myself in your memory

Slowly our nights together begin to fade

It's not like I want them to

It's more like this:

I don't think I can handle it if you leave. I'll end what I've started, or what you started to tell the truth.

You've become too comfortable with me. You know me all too well. I don't like it, but I wouldn't have it any other way under any circumstances.

My mind twisted apart. I was on a high, an incredible climax in my night. Then you told me what you should have long ago. You're leaving... ... ... ... Again. I would honestly prefer I had never known. Ever. I would have been able to handle not seeing you ever again if I hadn't known. I. Would. Have. Been. Alright.

Now I'm not alright, and God knows if I ever will be.

My light is fading out as the fog rolls in with the rain.

My fragmenting mind is deftly composed of a orchestra warming up

Constantly moving, running, playing, screaming

It is not the rehearsal, but a pre-performance ritual

The blurred chaos bellows through my memory

It weaves with the strings of my soul

It jerks the cords of my heart

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Secondhand Serenade-Suppose

Suppose that I missed you

Suppose that I care

And suppose that spent all my nights running scared

And suppose

That I was never there

In my eyes I'm screaming for a sight of you

And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through

And I can't hold on to you

So i guess I'll be lonely too

Suppose we were happy

Suppose it was true

And suppose there were cold nights but we found that waiting through

And suppose that I'm nothing without you

Slow way down

this break downs eating me alive

And I'm tired

This fire's fighting to survive

Tell me a secret

Tell me a story

I'll listen intensively

I'll stay awake at night

All of me is a whisper (So don't leave)

There's nothing left in me

Not even my body is strong enough to fight

Please help me make this right

Suppose I was wrong

Suppose you were here

And suppose that I reached out and caught your tears

And suppose this fight just disappeared

My eyes are screaming for the sight of you

And tonight I'm dreaming of all the things that we've been through

And I can't hold on to you

So I guess I'll be lonely too

But I'd rather be here with you

I'm pretty sure Sherwood hit the nail on the head when they wrote their song, I'll Wait For You

All in a day,

See it for yourself,

I'll make no change,

When you are somewhere else,

And I'll write for you,

Every chance I get,

Tell me you'll listen,

And say you won't forget

And I'll never say I don't have time, when you need me with you,

I'll stand in line, if you want me to, and I'll wait for you,

I'll wait for you

Everyday,

See it for yourself,

I'll make no plans,

When you are somewhere else,

And I'll sing for you,

Songs that no one hears,

But tell me you'll listen, 

And say I'll have your ears

And if you have something to say,

Know I won't look away,

No, I won't look away,

I'll keep on waiting for you,

You'd wait for me, whoa