Writer of Stories.

Writer of Stories.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

To Amos: Love, Denni




What I want from this is learn to let go. No, not of you - of all that's been told. Forget you and all we've been through. I said leave it. There's nothing in you and if you hate me then hate me so good that you can let me out of this hell when your around.
-Damien Rice


Come all who are lost, into the storm.
Come all who are faithful, take up for the thorns.
Come all others who couldn't remember the cause.....
If you believed the words that spilled from my lips
I would tell you every inch that flows to the tips
Of my heart and my lungs in which I was born
To know of all people who've grown up to scorn.
Please pardon this reckless and heartless disease.
I know nothing more than what leads to the thieves
Of my every desire - what's lost and what's true.
You've known all along that this thing would not do.
I always prepared you for the day that it came.
You knew we would leave this with nothing to gain.
I'm sorry for encroaching myself in your world
For there's no harder fall than one for a girl
You care for with more than support and defense.
You've remembered her eyes and her smile ever since
The first day you tore down your emotional wall
And allowed her the access to bury it all.
You knew that I loved you and you knew it was chance
That us mere humans would suffice for romance
Despite the fact that it all was a dream
In which I envisioned a marvelous scene
Of just you and I with no one in sight.
I allowed my heart to grab hold of that night
That I knew would not come and I never would have.
I want nothing now but release from the scab
That's formed over my heart where your fingers now lie.
If this was all just a dream then I surely should hide
Away from the memories and bring forth and escape.
Let me out of your hell- tis the end of our fate.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

It's time...


So I guess it's that time - time to fill you in on my life thus far. There's so much to it that I'm finding it hard to have the energy or the will to tell you. I am now an adult: 18 years old. My first semester as a senior in high school is already gone and now my choices for college are inching closer and closer. I now have a tattoo... gosh I waited too long for that. Trent and I will be engaged sometime soon and I must say it's very comforting to know that I am set with who I want to spend the rest of my life with. It's come down to the fact that high school and high schools friends/relationships mean nothing to me now. I've entrusted plenty of people with my care and sympathy but I realize now that nothing is worth a slight increment of time compared to my life with Trent. I have my best friend and I have my husband - I couldn't ask for anything more than that. After all I've been through in high school, it's all come down to this moment. I guess everything under the stars really is in my arms.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

I Could Use Someone Like You

In these days of night - who will notice me?
That fire that holds us, whole and free.
Breathe, crave, feel and know.
My own eyes see but cannot show.

I want it. I need it.
This mind deceives and cannot grow.
I want it. I need it.
This heart receives and will not bolt.


In these nights of light - who will challenge me?
This sea can break us, it will be.
Lungs take in the air that we know.
My own rhythm cannot slow.

I want it. I need it.
This mind deceives and cannot grow.
I want it. I need it.
This heart receives and will not bolt.