{Final Good-bye}

I closed my eyes
And let my fingers take over
I played a sad song
With that picture of us painted in my mind

I’m haunted
By that picture
Lighting it on fire wasn’t enough
Watching it burn and shrivel to nothing, only made me cry

And those moments we lost
To what we thought was love
I can never forget
Oh, I can never forget your eyes

We lost more then moments
More then you
More then me
We lost us

And we lost
The love
Along with
The friendship

A second chance was ruined by
“It’s too hard”
When you didn’t even try
And something’s you just can’t get back

{Dime Life Crisis}

Monday, January 02, 2006

So maybe this is a dime life crisis
When I forget who I am

Maybe this is heartbreak
When all I want to do is get over him

I get tangled up in life
And lose time for myself

But I can’t forget him
‘Cause I can’t imagine my life with him

He stole me
Right from the start

So forget 2005
New year, new start, new me

With or
Without him

{Minutes}

T-minus 22 minutes
Until a new year
The last twenty-two minutes
Will be spent alone

T-minus 18 minutes
Until a new year
The last eighteen minutes
Will be spent thinking of him

T-minus 16 minutes
Until a new year
The last sixteen minutes
Wasted feeling sorry for myself

T-minus 15 minutes
Until a new year
The last fifteen minutes
Wasted on empty words

T-minus 14 minutes
Until a new year
The last fourteen minutes
Thinking about life

T-minus 12 minutes
Until a new year
The last twelve minutes
Thinking about the year to come

T-minus 11 minutes
Until a new year
The last eleven minutes
Wondering if it will get easier

T-minus 10 minutes
Until a new year
The last ten minutes
Wondering how much I’ll change

T-minus 9 minutes
Until a new year
The last nine minutes
Will be spent in a messy room

T-minus 8 minutes
Until a new year
The last eight minutes
Will be spent with my favorite song blasting

T-minus 7 minutes
Until a new year
The last seven minutes
Wasted on love

T-minus 6 minutes
Until a new year
The last six minutes
Wasted

T-minus 5 minutes
Until a new year
The last five minutes
Thinking about what my friends are doing

T-minus 4 minutes
Until a new year
The last four minutes
Thinking about why Im not with them

T-minus 3 minutes
Until a new year
The last three minutes
Wondering if the year to come will really be spent like tonight

T-minus 2 minutes
Until a new year
The last two minutes
Wondering if hes thinking of me too

T-minus 1 minute
Until a new year
The last minute
Will be spent alone

Happy two thousand six

{Joli’s Reasons Why}

Saturday, December 24, 2005

You should never be sick on Christmas
It’s a sight for soar eyes
When you can barely get up to say the “Hello’s” and Good-byes”
It is even hard to think about eating all those delicious pies

Yet this all makes you realize that nothing is permanent
It’s just a temporary commodity
To relive our minds of reality
Until we are unable to deny its factuality

There’s a young man I know
Who will be sent to Iraq fight
Strapped to an AK-47 in broad daylight
So he can stand by his own people, even in bombsight

A young woman will be forced from the life she knows so well
Moved to a foreign place far away
She’ll think of her memories as her mother pulls out from the driveway
Twenty-four hours after Christmas day

It’s hard to think about eating pies
When people are saying their good-byes
The soar eye cries
When you realize the sickness on Christmas day

{Pretend Love}

Friday, December 09, 2005

Take me to a show; let’s stay up all night.
Let’s jump up and down and scream
To the music pounding in our chest

Or take me to a mall so we can shop until we fall.
Then lets go to a coffee shop, and warm up
Over great conversation

Baby I don’t want space
Let’s cross the line, and never look back
Cause I want to feel beautiful

I look sexy in these shoes
And you look great in those jeans
We’ll be the best looking couple
If only this was really about someone

{Christmas Lights and Satellites}

Friday, December 09, 2005
Dry skin and chapped lips
Burning eyes and hurting head

Cold air and a broken heart
Writers block and loneliness

Oh they joys of winter

Fake tree and crocked lights
Paris and Madrid

Caffeine shortage and migraines
Rap music and the back seat

Winter’s just not my season.

Gifts under the tree and smiles
Hanging stockings and lies

Suitcases and iPod’s
Tote bag and broken charger

Alone in the winter

Snow and swimming pools
Tests and sunglasses

Do-overs and bathing suits
Saving lives and getting a job

Stressed in winter

Verbs and Spanish
Communism and history

Proving and math
Rocks and earth

School and winter

Friends and alcohol
Feeling sorry and not caring

North and East
Strathmore and Carrabba’s
Dream of summer.