You seem a little different
From most people I know;
While their worlds pass in a blur
Yours is going all so slow.
You were kind of always there
In the background of my stage,
But I never let you play a part
Because people might think of it as strange.
I had to be the only act
In my personal, self-written play
And you had to stay behind the curtain
Because you just might be in the way.
But now the audience has lost interest,
To new and greater things.
So I stand on the stage alone
My voice hoarse as I sing--
And no one sits out in the seats,
No one hears my last try:
To have them love me, to ever once again fit in
Though lo
Does the moon still shine for me?
Your heartfelt presence reveals me the light.
Does the shining star answer my wishes?
Your joyful twinkle brings me a smile.
Does the setting sun ease the restless night?
Your tender embrace comforts me after each twilight's performance.
Do the falling comets reach out to me?
Your lasting compassion still touches my heart.
Does the evening breeze hear my words?
Your gentle whispers guide me through.
Will the skies ever know how I feel?
Or will the answers forever remain in darkness...
A spur-of-the-moment thing they say,
One coming right out of the blue:
To tell the difference between puppy love
And one that eternally holds true.
Could I? Would I? Did I love her?
The answer I couldn't seem to speak;
Every time, moment, or journey we had--
It all felt so very unique.
My friends told me to go for it;
Her friends said the same things, too.
I wish things were easy that way,
As simple as an "I love you."
What I felt was much different though,
How hard for me is it to say--
That my affections grew more and more for her
Each passing moment and time of day.
She did come up to me one time,
Asked how I was-- I said,
There is a special somebody I met one day
Who has affected our lives like no other way:
Always being there smiling and so kind,
The best kind of friend anyone can ever find.
Now this person's memories are set in stone;
Her heartfelt presence will never be alone.
Of whom do I speak of that these statements hold true?
There is, in this world, one and only-- you.
Finally I'm nearing the end of the race
Where the nice ones finish last,
Always thinking about you and me
And our memories in the past:
When I first set my eyes on you,
My feelings were quite unsure;
Never would I thought
Of having a love so deep and so pure.
Many of times I wanted to approach you
And for once give these thoughts a try.
I always wanted to tell you how I feel
But always been much too shy.
We soon came to know each other,
Our friendship grew so strong;
Everything was going for the best
As if nothing would ever go wrong.
Then from the distance
A face soon came to appear,
Suddenly coming to be beside you
With
One by one, the days pass by
Beneath the clouds of the green-and-blue sky.
I am there, wishing to be the one for you,
One who will make all of your dreams come true.
What do you see? What do you hear?
When everything you need is so very near,
Thinking of you, writing of you, dreaming of you,
While quietly waiting.
There are others, people who want, who desire, who pursue,
Their urging need to be with you.
They push me aside, with everything but care
And ignore the fact that I am even there.
I long for the day that I can tell you, once and for all
The feelings I get whenever I hear your call.
Every time we meet, my hidden passion
I see something shining
In those pretty eyes of yours,
Something that's also forming in mine;
After everything we've had and been through
We promised everything would be fine.
But nothing really was
As it seemed, and what I saw
Suddenly became so unclear;
Life became such a blur to me
Each and every time that we came near.
Droplets form between
Those two eyes of yours,
But please don't wipe them away;
In all our sadness and sorrows
These feelings are here to stay.
Come with me and let
These teardrops run together
And flow in an endless stream;
Our affections will always be remembered
Like the end of a forgotten dream.
But
Perseverance dons the burden of life,
So blistering is it to bear;
To reprieve depressions of yesterday's strife
It cries, "For tomorrow we prepare!"
Whence undeterred by the disgruntled need
When humanity offers less,
So it stands tall for every man to heed:
Only with effort comes success.
I see something shining
In those pretty eyes of yours,
Something that's also forming in mine;
After everything we've had and been through
We promised everything would be fine.
But nothing really was
As it seemed, and what I saw
Suddenly became so unclear;
Life became such a blur to me
Each and every time that we came near.
Droplets form between
Those two eyes of yours,
But please don't wipe them away;
In all our sadness and sorrows
These feelings are here to stay.
Come with me and let
These teardrops run together
And flow in an endless stream;
Our affections will always be remembered
Like the end of a forgotten dream.
But
A spur-of-the-moment thing they say,
One coming right out of the blue:
To tell the difference between puppy love
And one that eternally holds true.
Could I? Would I? Did I love her?
The answer I couldn't seem to speak;
Every time, moment, or journey we had--
It all felt so very unique.
My friends told me to go for it;
Her friends said the same things, too.
I wish things were easy that way,
As simple as an "I love you."
What I felt was much different though,
How hard for me is it to say--
That my affections grew more and more for her
Each passing moment and time of day.
She did come up to me one time,
Asked how I was-- I said,
There is a special somebody I met one day
Who has affected our lives like no other way:
Always being there smiling and so kind,
The best kind of friend anyone can ever find.
Now this person's memories are set in stone;
Her heartfelt presence will never be alone.
Of whom do I speak of that these statements hold true?
There is, in this world, one and only-- you.
Petal in the darkness,
Such a sweet fragrance
Carried by the wind
Into to illuminating light.
Petal in the darkness,
Delivery of hope;
Treading through the shadows
Thoughts beyond simple friendship.
Petal in the darkness,
Swept away and shunned
By the cold, callous touch
Of an uncaring hand.
Petal in the darkness,
Oh watch as it falls!
Fluttering like a heart
Forever lost in doldrums.
Petal in the darkness,
Drifting alone this eerie night--
Remnants of a lost love
That was never meant to be.
One by one, the days pass by
Beneath the clouds of the green-and-blue sky.
I am there, wishing to be the one for you,
One who will make all of your dreams come true.
What do you see? What do you hear?
When everything you need is so very near,
Thinking of you, writing of you, dreaming of you,
While quietly waiting.
There are others, people who want, who desire, who pursue,
Their urging need to be with you.
They push me aside, with everything but care
And ignore the fact that I am even there.
I long for the day that I can tell you, once and for all
The feelings I get whenever I hear your call.
Every time we meet, my hidden passion
Finally I'm nearing the end of the race
Where the nice ones finish last,
Always thinking about you and me
And our memories in the past:
When I first set my eyes on you,
My feelings were quite unsure;
Never would I thought
Of having a love so deep and so pure.
Many of times I wanted to approach you
And for once give these thoughts a try.
I always wanted to tell you how I feel
But always been much too shy.
We soon came to know each other,
Our friendship grew so strong;
Everything was going for the best
As if nothing would ever go wrong.
Then from the distance
A face soon came to appear,
Suddenly coming to be beside you
With
You seem a little different
From most people I know;
While their worlds pass in a blur
Yours is going all so slow.
You were kind of always there
In the background of my stage,
But I never let you play a part
Because people might think of it as strange.
I had to be the only act
In my personal, self-written play
And you had to stay behind the curtain
Because you just might be in the way.
But now the audience has lost interest,
To new and greater things.
So I stand on the stage alone
My voice hoarse as I sing--
And no one sits out in the seats,
No one hears my last try:
To have them love me, to ever once again fit in
Though lo
Current Residence: Arizona, USA Favourite genre of music: Contemporary, Easy Listening, New Age, Soft Rock Operating System: Windows 7 Ultimate Personal Quote: "It is the means that justify the end." -Aleksandr Romanovich Luria
It's funny how some things in the past come back into your life, only to create much more meaning in the future. Such an occurance happened to me this past year. As a commemoration and upon recommendation of some friends, I finally setup a YouTube account for some piano recordings.
http://www.youtube.com/VisionsOfThought
Been a while since I've been over here, probably a year at least. Is it for the better? Hopefully not. Anyways, I made some revisions--some technical, some aesthetic--to these old pieces just in case anyone decided to take a wandering look. On the unfortunate side, there has been little to no inspiration for newer writings.
As far as my personal life goes, it's starting to make a complete turnover.. from my outlook on life to outward appearances. Nodding praises of approval so far. I guess I grew tired of being imprisoned in this confining shell of introversion (about time at that). Some of it still shows, but nonetheless it's still me a
..the world of the deviant. Heard about this place for so long, yet never looked at it myself. Oops.
Right now, I'm virtually glued to this site, glancing at each construct of mind in all their forms. Though I might not be able to present much of my own works (as they fall mainly in the categories of music, writing, and programming) perhaps here would be a good place to learn, and take part in this growing community.
Sorry, been busy the past week.. and probably for the next couple weeks. Moving to a new house (might post pics in scraps or something) and helping with the landsaping.
Already read the blog and good luck figuring out how to upload, lol. Message me if you still need help.