Will you miss me when Im gone
Will you mourn me
Will you lie awake and think
About what used to be
And when I leave without a word
Leaving so many thoughts unheard
Will you realize that you loved me all along?
Will you cry for me when I die
Did you love me
When you lie awake and think
About what could have been
Will you stay here in the light
Or give up without a fight
And heed the call of death fatally strong
And realize that you loved me all along
Just look in my eyes and
Pretend its not fatal
Pretend its not hopeless
Pretend its ok
Well shut tight our eyes to
Pretend that well make it
Pretend were not starving
Pretend were ok
I see from your eyes you
Pretend youre not aching
Pretend youre not dying
Pretend youre ok
You cant see my eyes but
Pretend Im still living
Pretend Im here waiting
Pretend Im ok
Elle Dance
Elle marche
Lentement
Légèrement
Dans lherbe
Si doux, si doux
Elle sent
Une tristesse
Un abandonnement
Si fort, si fort
Mais quand même
Elle lève ses bras
Se débarrasse
Et dance, et dance
Silencieuse
Dans la nuit
Qui lenveloppe
Si gentiment, si gentiment
Sans souci
Mais sans oublier
Ses larmes
En tombe, en tombe
Et puis elle chante
Si mélodieuse
Et émouvant
Contente, content
Avec les étoiles
Qui laccompagne
Et la lune qui lencourage
Et
Puis
Elle
Passe
Silencieuse
Dans
Lobscurité.
When I cry
I cry not because I am sad
I cry because the sorrows of the world have weighted me down
When I laugh
I laugh not out of joy
But so as to conceal my true feelings
When I talk
I do not talk so as to entertain you
But so I dont go crazy from the silence
When I hurt
I do not choose to hurt so as to feel pain
But so as to know that I can feel anything
When I scream
I do not scream out of anger, or fear, or frustration
I scream so as to leave a mark
So my life will not be lost
Unremembered
Insignificant
Nothing
I wish I could take you
Hold you
Brush your tears away
And tell you it would be okay
I wish I could talk to you
See you
But Im too far away
Nothing is okay
I wish we were still close
So close
We would laugh the nights away
We are not and thats not okay
I wish that friendships never died
Memories died
Why does it go away?
Answer me, is that okay?
The Thing About Cliches by summernightangel, literature
Literature
The Thing About Cliches
I.
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys
Current Residence: Canada Favourite genre of music: Punk-rock, Indie, emo, metal etc. Personal Quote: Its umpolite to laugh at people but when they are wearing an ugly hat its hard to controle oneself
Favourite Movies
Wicker Park, Skeleton Key...
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
AFI, Lost Prophets, 30 Seconds to Mars, Rise Against, P!ATD, Syatem of a Down, Jimmy Eat World, Used
so, i'm off to the states and will be inactive for three weeks. how i'm going to manage i don't know but i'm scared how full my inbox will be... eep. so, i'll miss all you lovely artists. have wonderful summers and don't miss me too much.
muchos kisses
Claire