Monday, August 25, 2014

.:lost at sea:.

this is a song adaptation of my poem "Tide".
I really love this song, and I hope you to do.


I wrote to you my love, Many moons ago my love
A dear letter oh my love, For you

My heart is crashing with the waves, Ocean’s flow and ocean’s spray
And I pray it finds its way, To you.
--
It says

The fear of the unknown, haunts me to the bone, as i stand here alone, without you.

 For right has become wrong, in our tragic love song, when i thought that all along, i needed you.
Though I said that I was done, that my song had been sung, and the battle i won for my heart,

I still want you near, to calm all my fear, to wipe away the tear, you left as your mark.


Message in a Bottle
Message in a  Bottle

Oh My Message in a Bottle
Is Lost at Sea

Somehow inside, though I thought my love had died, im still pulled by the tide, to your smile.

I cannot control, the relentless pull, for my heart to be full, and believe like a child.
Oh I thought that we could be, just as strong as the sea, completely free, of this whole life.

But my faith is fading, for I cannot keep waiting, for you to start changing, your mind.


Message in a Bottle

Message in a  Bottle
Oh My Message in a Bottle

Is Lost at Sea            
Lost at Sea , Lost at Sea , Lost at Sea.




I cannot hold much longer, for the waves are growing, stronger, making me to want wander back into your arms
And  In my twisted mind, while I’m  drowning i find, that i still want you mine, though you've killed my heart.
The seas foam and roar, tossing me to the shore, where I have been before, this i knew.

And the fear of the unknown, haunts me to be bone, i still stand here alone,
without you.

Message in a Bottle
Message in a  Bottle

Oh My Message in a Bottle, is
Lost at Sea
Lost at Sea
Lost at Sea.
Lost.

Monday, June 2, 2014

.birds.


Hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air
Tell me a story
Of peace, love and harmony.

Hey little bird red
There's something spinning in my head
Trying to make me fall in love
With the one I'm thinking of

Hey little bird there
Floating 'round without a care
Sing me a sweet song
Of old days long gone

Hey little bird blue
I've got a message for you
Send my prayer to heaven 's gate
I only hope I'm not too late

Hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air,
Tell the one I'm thinking of
That I don't want to lose his love

Oh hey little bird there
Singing in the summer air
Tell me a story
Of peace, love, and
Harmony.//

Monday, December 2, 2013

Stay.

Stop me, before I go
Then send me on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay.
Kiss me, before I go
Then I'll be on my way.
I just, I just need to know
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay.
If you want me to stay,
Then ask me to stay,
For you.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

//\\Paper Planes //\\


Two crumpled pieces of paper
Lying on the floor
Both a little lonely, both a little blue
Broken hearted, tattered and torn.

Two crumpled pieces of paper
Together they would dream
Of a life where scars and pain would fade
Of a world where they'd be free.

One day one piece of old paper
Now flattened, fixed, and white,
Was molded and folded into a plane 
And he knew he was meant to fly.

The forgotten little piece of old paper
Through tears she watched the sky
Lonely and lost, still broken and blue
She knew that he had to fly.

Well one day the crumpled old paper
Was flattened, fixed, and made white.
And molded and folded into a plane
Now it was her turn to fly.

Two little planes made of paper
Flying different paths
You see young love is simple and oh so sweet,
But young love  never lasts.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Susurros de Los Ángeles (Whispers of the Angels) ~poem

so for spanish class, our assignment was to write a poem about something in nature, and i chose the wind. below is the translation to english. :) dedicated to Rancho, and the exchange students from Juarez. <3 Estoy orando para uds. <3


Susurros de Los Ángeles

//Leyenda dice que ángeles caminan en la Tierra
Pero no pueden hablar con la gente.
Así que ellos susurran en la noche a las estrellas
Y las estrellas cantan su canción de cuna al viento.
 El viento es el mensajero de Dios.
Lleva los susurros de los ángeles y la canción de las estrellas.
A las almas de la gente cuando sueñan.
El viento se besa las caras de los descorazonados.
Y da paz a las mentes de los asustados.
En la noche, escuche al viento y sus palabras misteriosas.
Porque los ángeles tienen mucho que decir.//
~~~~~~~~
Legend says that angels walk on Earth
But they cannot talk to the people.
So they whisper in the night to the stars
And the stars sing their lullaby to the wind.

The wind is the messenger of God.
It takes the whispers of the angels and the song of the stars
To the souls of the people while they dream.
The wind kisses the faces of the brokenhearted.

And gives peace to the minds of the frightened.

At night, listen to the wind and its mysterious words.
Because the angels have much to say.


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

older.

in the cross roads
in the cross hairs
make a choice
if you dare.
wrong roads
with no cares
make a choice
if it's there

good girl
good times
make a choice
if you choose
right roads
right minds
make a choice
win or lose

when black looks white
and white looks grey
make a choice
if you can
when wrong seems right
forget what others say
make a choice
i know you can.

i did.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Hole~ poem

Going through the motions
In this vast and blackened ocean
Drinking in this potion
They tell me's for my best
Breathing in and Breathin out
This stagnant air flows through my mouth
Vision fading, thirst of drought
No escape, no peace, no rest.

Awoken from my walking slumber
I reach up from my relm of under
For a grasp, for a lover
A lover of my soul
New light changes the course of time
I feel a punctured hand in mine
With whip torn flesh, and spear pierced side
He lifts me from this hole

Lost sight restored to all fulness
Thirst is quenched, the air is fresh
I see Him there, my soul's found rest
My savior, it is He.
And now i will forever praise
The one who saved my life with grace
How beautiful, the bloodstained face
of Jesus, Lord, and King!