Sparrows

Here's to the lonely ones

In a crowd but you never connect

Here's to the awkward kids

Cry at night yeah you're a wreck

You try so hard 

You practice good

But then it all comes crashing 

like you knew it would

We're angels falling to the earth in fire

We're sparrows with torn wings

We're brilliant, trapped with the face of a child

We're banished, dethroned kings

We're queens who cannot rule

Yeah our kingdom's in our reach 

but we cannot find the key

No we cannot find the key 

Here's to the misfit ones

Loyal with no friends 

Here's to the outcast ones

Who long to make amends

You try new things

You're branching out

But you trip and fall just before you fly 

And no one can hear your shout

We're angels falling to the earth in fire

We're sparrows with torn wings

We're brilliant, trapped with the face of a child

We're banished, dethroned kings

We're queens who cannot rule

Yeah our kingdom's in our reach 

but we cannot find the key

No we cannot find the key 

Here's to the ones who wanna be free

Of the chains that hold you back 

Here's to the kids trying their best

But you just can't learn the act

Don't give up now

I see the tear stains in your eyes

But you've come far I know you have

Don't let your courage die

We're angels falling to the earth in fire

We're sparrows with torn wings

We're brilliant, trapped with the face of a child

We're banished, dethroned kings

We're queens who cannot rule

Yeah our kingdom's in our reach 

but we cannot find the key

No we cannot find the key 

Love like Nature

Whisper to me of fire
Of blue, of red, of gold
Whisper to me

Sing to me like the wind
Soft curls then biting teeth
Sing to me 

Summon me as does the forest
Siren-like, misty, cold pines
Summon me

Welcome me like a grassy field
Prickly, wild fur of the earth
Welcome me

Speak to me as do the ocean's swells
Roaring, yet soothing and constant 
Speak to me

Twirl me around like a twister
Tear me away, show me the world
Twirl me around


Shine on me like a harvest moon
Yellow white gleam on closed eyelids
Shine on me

Touch my face like the sun
Warm and kind, yet burning
Touch my face

Kiss me like water from heaven
Dew drops, and flurries, and rain
Kiss me

Hold me as if you were gravity
Leaping, but always grounded; safe
Hold me

Envelop my heart as bright Nature has
Be all that she is, yet now in one form
Envelop my heart

Strike the Match

What if I 

What if you

What if we

What if we were meant to be

I know you're walking by yourself

Tune your drums, that sick beat

But underneath are you ever lonely?

Are you kinda lonely, just like me?

You say that you have had enough

And you joke about how you're hurt

But I see hope in your eyes 

It's the same look as in my mine

What if I 

What if you

What if we

What if we were meant to be

I know we're jaded

But at least we feel the same

So maybe sparks have faded

In the past -- who cares, let's build a fire

Lay down your tinder, I'll strike the match

We'll carry the logs together

Lay down your tinder I'll lend you my scraps

Then we can sit by the fire

What if I 

What if you

What if we

What if we were meant to be

It may not work, and we may fall

We may both fall together

But are you ever scared that this is it?

Why should it have to be?

So let's warm our hands

Yes, fire can change the world

From bluest skies to ash

But it's worth a try, we know it is

So c'mon.... I'll strike the match.

Sentiment.

Leaves skitter along the sidewalks 

like a dance

Or rowdy children, I can't tell which

The sun is gleaming orange 

Off the treetops

Warming my cheeks and making me smile

Everything is lovely

Which I find exhilarating 

I'm not usually so pleased with nature

The wind brushes my hair

I'm nearly grinning now

Which I find ridiculous, but nice.

From the corner of my eye

I glimpse a sight prettier than all 

My other surroundings combined

The light hits leaves like rubies

Like fire, like dragon's eyes

The brightest, sheerest red

Look at the way the light shines!

Look at the perfect leaves! 

All common sense flees me.

I do not care I look a fool

I do not care who's watching

I bury my face in the sun-kissed leaves

I feel as though they welcome me

Bless my face with whispers soft

Bestow their brightness to my soul

Next morning, I am not so pleased

Next morning, when I wake, 

I find out I'm allergic to sumac. 

I shall not forget those leaves

Nor will my family; friends...

After all, my face will bear their color for awhile. 

That's what you get for being sentimental. 

Battle for a Soul

New poem. Much more formal than my usual work, but informal language wasn't conveying my full emotion, so... XD 

This is war

Inside my cage of flesh

Within my web of nerves and veins 

A battle to the death

No side can cede

This is war

Hear the cries

Of either color

Falsely hushed, but strong as ever

It started as a battle song 

But now it's raging whispers in my mind

Hear the cries

I thought I was impervious

I thought I knew my side

But the enemy was wily 

The enemy was mild

And now it's got a hold

I thought I was impervious

I cannot lose this fight

And yet, I fear I might

I'm tired and my apathy

Is my greatest wound

Bleed softly, 'till I'm dry

Dear God,

I cannot lose this fight

He battles for my soul

Nothing can separate

But what if I make a choice

What if I fall to hell

"What if" is screaming in my mind

He battles for my soul

I will lose

I will cede

I will fall to ruin and death

If I don't make the gravest choice

I tell you 

I will lose

But here, help comes

As I despair

Begin to sew my flag

The pale cloth white surrender

Prepare to raise my flag

But here, help comes

I cannot fall

My Ally comes

Descends into the night

The black which hid me from His grace

Dissolves in milky light

Fierce tendrils pierce my soul

I cannot fall

He grips my arms,

Touches my heart

With His own fingertips

Electrifies it, gives it beat

With wings of fire He raises me

He grips my arms...

I cannot fall.

Writer's Block... (or is it?)

"I don't know what to write about," I say.

There is too much going on

in my world,

in my life,

in my brain.

Too many colors: 

teal, gold, silver, amber, flesh-tone, black, raspberry, purple...

Too many textures:

sleek metal, soft leather, crisp paper, hard plastic...

And there are too many smells:

molding earth; sugary, fermented leaves; new carpet; stale coffee...

But most of all there are too many emotions,

opinions,

and moods.

If I know how I feel, then I instantly don't --

it's like some kind of rule with my brain (probably meant 

to keep me on my toes).

I am at once (simultaneously): 

lonely, contented, angry, reconciled, in love, and in

distrust.

So, you might see; 

with all this in my head, and my heart, and my circles,

it is difficult,

if not impossible, some days,

to focus, and to choose 

just one subject to care about:

to think about, to feel, to know, to breathe...

To write about. 

Webcomic Adventures

I have decided to start a webcomic, or at least attempt to do regular comic strips, even if they aren't linked or frequent. I did some brief character brainstorming, and came up with eight tentative ideas: 

I'm most interested in pursuing Blippo and Meep or Tidy and Tramp, but most of my friends voted for Mr. Loe, so this happened: 

Not sure how all this will pan out, but if anything, I had fun planning today, so, I'm happy. ^_^