Oh, to fly, even just for a moment
And oh, to take wing,
On the new springs and drafts of the air
There is my freedom
My small and one chance at wonder
There lies my strong will
To leave and be everywhere but here
CHORUS:
To take heart, to take wing
To leave this place stronger for the past things
To be new, to be free
A starling, a break in the making
Oh, to fall away, from the "You'll never make it,
Don't even try little girl"
Close my eyes, my ears, and cry
Out against the "Never good enough" girl
Wishing for just one to believe in my world,
And me
BRIDGE:
The silence is killing me
When do I get to sing again?
Mourning is not my breed
But now it's (forced upon me/ overtaken me) (2)
CHORUS (2)
A starling, a break in the making
Darling, for you I am staying.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
...
A silent scream
Vibrations incapable of reaching air;
Unheard and ignored
In the scramble to reduce the
Harsh, bleak sound of nothing;
Frustration ensues; rage encompasses
Mighty and terrifying within.
Screaming is ringing in my ears
My own unvoiced
Restrained, restricted, reprimanded.
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Empathy, understanding unfound
Sympathy unwanted.
Confined, chained, captive
Held by the iron paper chains
Around my paper skin.
Prison bars behind my eyes;
An iron clasp behind my ear
Circling my neck a hint of gold
Where maybe a key once was.
Secretly secreting sound.
Seemingly unfounded attacks
Arouse and enrage.
Focus; open wide
Or confirm my supicions.
And Oh! To be free...
From you, from them,
And to fly! Leaving, soaring, wishing
High into the sun and
Let my skin melt,
A pleasant and surprising turn of events.
** I feel like this needs cliffnotes, like a shakespearean play. Each individual line reeks with hidden meaning and analogy. I'm going to leave it how it is for now, and go under the assumption that anyone who really cares to find out what the unobvious parts mean will ask me. I'll gladly offer explanation, just ask. Also, there is no title, a purposeful decision meant to embody the silent emotion in the body of this piece. **
Vibrations incapable of reaching air;
Unheard and ignored
In the scramble to reduce the
Harsh, bleak sound of nothing;
Frustration ensues; rage encompasses
Mighty and terrifying within.
Screaming is ringing in my ears
My own unvoiced
Restrained, restricted, reprimanded.
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Empathy, understanding unfound
Sympathy unwanted.
Confined, chained, captive
Held by the iron paper chains
Around my paper skin.
Prison bars behind my eyes;
An iron clasp behind my ear
Circling my neck a hint of gold
Where maybe a key once was.
Secretly secreting sound.
Seemingly unfounded attacks
Arouse and enrage.
Focus; open wide
Or confirm my supicions.
And Oh! To be free...
From you, from them,
And to fly! Leaving, soaring, wishing
High into the sun and
Let my skin melt,
A pleasant and surprising turn of events.
** I feel like this needs cliffnotes, like a shakespearean play. Each individual line reeks with hidden meaning and analogy. I'm going to leave it how it is for now, and go under the assumption that anyone who really cares to find out what the unobvious parts mean will ask me. I'll gladly offer explanation, just ask. Also, there is no title, a purposeful decision meant to embody the silent emotion in the body of this piece. **
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