dear heart,

you're such a fickle little thing.
always pushing me one way,
then the next,
then back the way we came because, after all,
it was safer there, wasn't it?


dear heart,

this has got to stop, my love.
we can't keep running circles this time
hoping we'll get tripped up in the right
direction.
we've got to move on.


dear heart,

didn't i tell you we couldn't take this?
i tried to warn you, darling,
really, i did.
you're only going to lead us into trouble.
let me take over for a bit.
i promise not to get us into too much trouble.


dear heart,

maybe we should just give up the whole thing
and go back to the time when boys had cooties
and teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle bandaids
were the only thing that made us feel good.
maybe we should just scrap all this heartache
and go back to the time when grasshoppers were the scariest thing out there
and we spray painted our pink Barbie house black
and the hardest part of the day was sitting out recess.
maybe we'll just let the lungs and blood vessels and
skin and brain and teeth and lips and hair
and eyes and collar bones and wingbones take over.
we'll just go along with the rest of them.


dear me,

well, look at where we're at.
silly us.
i guess we never learn.

----

the ghost of you
has almost faded now
you're drifting in and out
of my life
when leaves fall you'll come right back
'cause i was yours for a little while

you will always be
a ghost who lives and breathes
and you lay me down in reverie
every tear that falls
remember me

and i thought i heard your haunting sigh
like your love for me,
you said it will never die
but i've grown accustomed to your long good-bye
i wish you were mine,
hey, wish you were mine

you will always be
a love who failed to see
it was cold inside your mystery
every year that falls
remember me

and i can't let you go
i can't let you go
no

you will always be
a ghost who lives and breathes
and you broke my heart
but i'll make you see
every tear that falls
remember me

every tear that falls
remember me.

words to build dreams on



(amen.)
..| I | A d o r e | You | H a r d c o r e. |..

Patrick
Katrina
Krystal
Shane
Brett
Shannon

~wellwornwings



..| C u r r e n t | Q u o t e |..

dum spiro spero.
(while i breathe, i hope.)

you know,
and before anyone gets upset
this is all just my opinion, but,
i sincerely believe that if you want to argue for something
(a bill, a law, someones' rights, etc.)
research what side you're planning on being on
and get the facts about what's really going on with those issues.

i'm so tired of getting into discussions -
and i won't lie, i've been misinformed before too -
with people who don't know what they're talking about.

this goes onto the religion thing too.
don't base arguments just on the "you're wrong." theory.
you can't make me think i'm wrong,
because just like you (and whoever else thinks like you)
thinks you're right and i think i'm right.

maybe i'm rambling. i don't know.
i'm just sick of fights and arguments and
discussion after discussion about
how nothing's going to change because
"God doesn't want it that way."

you know what?
I believe in God. I believe in the Bible.
and I've even been known to believe in things like
elves and faeries (why not? you can't prove to me they don't exist either.)
and i believe that God, who created us and loves us,
gave us the choice to make things the way that we want to.
and now, that we've gone and fucked up everything,
we've got the nerve to say "Why God? Why did you do this?"
he didn't. we did. we asked for freedom and now we curse him
for the very thing he loved us enough to give us.

that's just my perspective
and please, i'm not out to start a fight.
i'm tired of the fights.
i'm just plain tired.

love you all.


------

have you seen my love?
is he far away?
have you seen the one for me?
his face lights up the day.
i won't let one boy
steal a kiss
or call me his
instead i'll wait for his voice
to call out and carry
these daydreams away

have you seen my love?
is he far away?
have you seen the one for me?
i won't let him get away
please tell him that i'm waiting for him
praying for him
night and day
for now i'll be a lonely girl longing
for his sweet embrace

please tell him that i'm waiting for him
praying for him
night and day
for now i'll be a lonely girl longing
for his sweet embrace.

words to build dreams on



(amen.)
..| I | A d o r e | You | H a r d c o r e. |..

Patrick
Katrina
Krystal
Shane
Brett
Shannon

~wellwornwings



..| C u r r e n t | Q u o t e |..

dum spiro spero.
(while i breathe, i hope.)

working on
the dead don't have names.
and
broken flowers
and the nine feet long catastrophe
that's supposed to be a 6ft by 5ft blanket.
oi. it's been a long few days.

love you all.

----

with one or two i get used to the room
we go slow when we first make our moves
by five or six bring you out to the car
number nine with my head on the bar

and it's sad, but true
out of cash and i.o.u.'s

i've got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
bring you back to the bar
get you out of the cold
a sober, straight face gets you out of the cold
and they're scared that we know
all the crimes they'll commit
who they'll kiss before they get home

i will lie awake
lie for fun and fake the way i hold you
let you fall for every empty word i say

barely conscious in the door where you stand
your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands
you laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
i almost feel sorry for what i'm going to do
and your hair smells of smoke
who will cast the first stone?
you can sin or spend the night all alone

brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
you're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
if you let me have my way, i swear i'll tear you apart
cause it's all you can be
you're a drunk and you're scare
it's ladies night, all the girls drink for free

i will lie awake
and lie for fun and fake the way i hold you
let you fall for every empty word i say

i will lie awake
and lie for fun and fake the way i hold you
let you fall for every empty word i say

i will lie awake
and lie for fun and fake the way i hold you
let you fall for every empty word i say

words to build dreams on



(amen.)
..| I | A d o r e | You | H a r d c o r e. |..

Patrick
Katrina
Krystal
Shane
Brett
Shannon

~wellwornwings



..| C u r r e n t | Q u o t e |..

dum spiro spero.
(while i breathe, i hope.)

so,
i'm making blankets.
just thought you'd like to know that.
i've got like, ten to make so far.
they're coming along pretty good.
i had one minor mishap.

i sorta forgot that a yard is 3 feet
and told the lady to measure out
3 yards of fabric for two blankets.
so now i have two blankets that are roughly 5 feet wide
and 9 feet long.
and i can't help but giggle each time
i think of how stupid that is.

i'm trying to decide if i should trim the extra YARD
off or just leave it and say i did it on purpose.
sheesh.
i think i need more honest sleep.
i'm getting a little looney.

love you all.


-------

all of the astronauts
champagne in plastic cups
waiting for the big hero to show
outside the door he stands
his head in his hands
and his heart in his throat

what can he tell them now?
'sorry i let you down,
sorry it wasn't quite true.
but don't get hung up on it,
just soldier on with it.
and good luck with shooting the moon.'

shooting the moon
shooting the moon
the moon
shooting the moon

all of the principals
generals, admirals
and the podium lit with the spotlight
the crowd buzzes quietly
waiting expectantly
like it's opening night

what can he tell them now?
'sorry i let you down
sorry it wasn't quite true.
but don't get hung up on it
just soldier on with it
and good luck with shooting the moon.'

shooting the moon
shooting the moon
the moon
shooting the moon.

words to build dreams on



(amen.)
..| I | A d o r e | You | H a r d c o r e. |..

Patrick
Katrina
Krystal
Shane
Brett
Shannon

~wellwornwings



..| C u r r e n t | Q u o t e |..

dum spiro spero.
(while i breathe, i hope.)

meh meh meh.

running out of ways to say
i'm tired as fuck
and it's just getting worse.
trying not to be pessimistic.
that's not the kind of girl i'm supposed to be.

oh well.
new books are coming to me
and those always make me feel better.
if reading made you fat
i'd be morbidly obese.

highly recommend
The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
The Raw Shark Texts by Steven Hall
The Shack by William Paul Young
The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare (my favorite is the first and last, but all three are awesome reads)

anything by J.R. Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, P.C. Cast, Kresley Cole, Gena Showalter or Emily Hopkins. Also, Steven King, Richard Bachman, Wilbur Smith and Dan Brown. and if you're feeling into the classics, Emily Bronte, Dominick Dunne, Geoffery Chaucer. then there's Robert Heinlen and Anne McCaffery. ooh, and Edgar Allen Poe - I've always had a soft spot for him.

anyway, i guess my point in all that is that you should read. it doesn't really matter what. i'm crazy into the paranormal romances but i love the horrors and mysteries. i like religious fiction and books about satanist ritual killings. all in all i like reading. music and the written word are my addictions. i don't think that'll change.

oh well. at least it's a healthy one.
although with the amount of money it accumulates,
it may not be the healthiest of them.
oh well.
at least it's not drugs.

and in case you were wondering,
that's about the way that my brain runs.

i love you all.

-----

where are you this moment?
only in my dreams
you're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me
i'm lost now without you,
i don't know where you are.
i keep watching, i keep hoping
but time keeps us apart.

is there a way i can find you
is there a sign i should know
is there a road i could follow
to bring you back home?

winter lies before me
now you're so far away
in the darkness of my dreaming
the light of you will stay

if i could be close beside you
if i could be where you are
if i could reach out and touch you
and bring you back home

is there a way i can find you
is there a sign i should know
is there a road i could follow
to bring you back home to me?

words to build dreams on



(amen.)
..| I | A d o r e | You | H a r d c o r e. |..

Patrick
Katrina
Krystal
Shane
Brett
Shannon

~wellwornwings



..| C u r r e n t | Q u o t e |..

dum spiro spero.
(while i breathe, i hope.)