Deeper Still

Your eyes are deeper still than the ocean of lies i try to tell you. If your eyes meet mine I have no doubt they'll see truth.

Your eyes are deeper still than my vast abyss of worries. When your eyes look into mine I find nothing but clarity, and absolute calm.

Your eyes are deeper still than the expanse of my fears. When you look me in the eyes, I know I can be brave

But your eyes are not deep enough

More Than Rich

Shes gotten everything she's ever wanted and everything she never thought to ask for. It's not that she's greedy really, she's just loved, and definitely spolied. She's not rich, she's more than that, she's fortunate. Fortunate enough to not be considered poor, fortunate enough to have everything the rich want but can't have. Money can't buy family, money can't buy loyalty, the kind that never falters. Money can't buy faith or truth or salvation. She has all that and more, and yet she can still sit around somedays and feel sorry for herself. She wonders why life is seems so pointless as she hoards her blessings and walks through life with tunnel vision. She has far more than any perosn needs. Far more than a selfish person wants. She has the perfect life, it's okay, you can say it.

Armadillo

What's with this girl? She's beautiful and she's smart, and she's got bruises all over her body. Some think her father's abusive, some swear it's her mom, other put their money on an ex-boyfriend. But the question isn't which one?
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her heart. She's in and out of relationships like clockwork, and yet for some reason she pours her whole heart into each one. They've promised her lies, they've kept them all. They've cheated her, maybe beaten her, and before she knows it, she's letting them.
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her pride. She's been built up and torn down too many times for anyone to count, and somewhere along the way she just couldn't pick up all the pieces. She doesn't have time to rebuild herself before the next fatal blow. So she lays among the rubble, hoping that if a mighty fortress wasn't enough stop the army, then maybe it's fallen wreckage will be.
What's with this girl? There's bruises all over her self-image. Each school picture shows a new hurting face, one that grows thinner each year. It's not enough though, it's never enough, for her father, for herself. People notice, but it would be rude to comment.
What's with this girl? She's got bruises all over her friendships. She's got friends, probably too many, and as each new friend becomes one of the hundred, she also disappears into the many faces of popularity. She immerses herself into the lives of others to block out the troubles in her own life. I wonder if any of her friends ever stopped to ask.... "What's with this girl? She's beautiful, she's smart, and she's bruised."

Trying My Best

I'm going to be happy for you, because that's what's expected of me. Not that happy describes what I'm feeling right now, but it's what you want me to feel, and I'll pretend that's all that matters for now. Even if I have to paint this smile on, I will try to be happy for you, because that's what you would do for me. Besides, you don't know any better. I would never want to wreck anything for you, just as you would never wreck anything for me. Never purposefully wreck anything for me. I can't put my bitterness on you, you're not to blame. I can't blame you for your ignorance, for my habit of internalizing. It's not your fault, it's mine. You will remain oblivious so you don't carry a burden you don't deserve. I'll stop wishing and hoping for everythign to be different. My dream come true would mean your dream shattered. I will discard the slightest thought of interfering. You deserve this, I guess. You'll be good together, maybe. But there was never any question about it, no matter what, you would have always won.

Life is Funny Sometimes

Life is funny sometimes. It lets you think you've got it almost all figured out, just to prove to you that you actually haven't got the first clue. Life often leads you to believe one thing only for you to be hit hard by something else, something unexpected. Life isn't fair, but there are times when it fools you into thinking it is. Life doesn't let you try things over. It won't slow down and explain things to you. It won't speed things up and let you bypass difficulties. Life promises to always ask you trick questions, and to always throw you curve balls. This isn't the game of life where everyone is guaranteed a stop along the road for schooling, a career, marriage, a home, and a cozy retirement at the end. Life is not a game. Life will try you from different angles. It can make you feel alone and isolated, like a patient with an unknown disease that no one has ever experienced before. Sometimes life can make you feel like what you feel isn't worth saying since everyone's been there before. Life will constantly play with your emotions, and then tell you that what you're feeling is wrong. Life will shuffle your priorities and mess with your thinking. In life, right and wrong will never be as definite as right and left. In life, laughter can be mean and tears can show joy. Lies are often only one step from the truth, and sometimes the truth can be more dreadfully painful than the lie. Life won't give you answers, only more questions. Life is funny sometimes.

Things I Only Wish Were Mine To Remember

Most of the time I'm fine now. The distance has helped, as well as the distractions, it's only an issue now on the rare occasions I'm forced to remember everything. I'm fine as long as no one mentions it, as long as I don't at pictures or overhear conversations. I really don't have a problem so long as I don't listen to music or watch movies or am around people too often. I'm fine as long as I'm not left alone by myself too much. The time between rest and sleep is dangerous as I have very little control over my thoughts then. And in the times I am reminded, everything is vivid, nothing has faded or grown cold. Everything is still bittersweet and unresolved, identical to the last time I was forced to dwell upon it. Eyes locked, piercing me, and I look away, too afraid that you could see my thoughts and make me more transparent. Hands clasped, in comfort, in support, in prayer. Voices, paired with the strumming of a guitar. Smiles that haunt me because I know what they're supposed to look like but can't see them anymore. The laughter will make me break, now and every other time I remember it. The things my mind drags up again and again. The makings of the perfect memory I never quite had.

Rays of Hope

A new dawn approaches, a dawn that has been expected, perhaps even anticipated. With the new dawn comes expectations. Expectations that things will be the same, expectations for things to be different. Expectations that my hopes will be fulfilled. Many of these expectations stem from my subconscious, thoughts I should never let myself wish for, dreams I would never put into audible words. But deep inside, I'm pretty confident that I know what's coming. I mean once you've seen one sunrise you've basically seen them all, and like all early mornings this time of year there's a mist that hangs over everything, disguising it, at least for the first few hours of dawn. I know though that all I have to do is wait a little while until it's time for the sun to make an appearance. Not that it ever really left, it just drifted out of sight for a little while. But when it does reappear, and it will, it will reclaim everything, exposing that which was hidden by the mist, distorted by the only remainder of the night. So, as I wait to see how this new day will play out, I wait with expectations, and though they may not all be met, I have hope that some will be exceeded. I know that hope is often broken but it's also very resilient, and often seems to act on it's own accord. It is the sun that gives me hope and so I rest with the constant assurance of that sun.