I met a boy
He was good-looking, smart, charming
He took me out for coffee
I agreed to see him again
I saw a boy
He was attractive, intelligent, charismatic
He held my hand as we walked along the beach
I told him I liked him
I liked a boy
He was handsome, brilliant, magnetizing
He danced with me under summer fireworks
I promised to dream of him
I dreamt of a boy
He was gorgeous, genius, irresistible
He gave me a rose and a kiss at the top of the London Eye
I fell in love
I met a real boy, who was good-looking, smart, charming
I fell in love with a beautiful idea
Sunday 27 July 2014
Saturday 2 November 2013
Volume 5: Neil's Song
Exactly five years and eight months ago
At a wedding I was never invited to
I decided I was strong enough to let it go
And I didn't want anything to do with you
It had been so long I stopped keeping count
I had about a hundred thousand other things to do
But people were talking so I hung around
Curious enough to want to catch a glimpse of you
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could turn back the time
You're walking down the street holding your daddy's hand
He doesn't want to see me but it's too late
Wishing he'd crossed the street when he had the chance
'Cause I've only said 'hello' and he's turning away
You look at me with your big brown eyes
You've got curls like hers and a mouth like his
You smile at me and I'm not surprised
That it draws me right in like your daddy's did
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could turn back the time
Every time that I see her they'll be spite in my eyes
I know better but I'll never call it jealousy
And he knew it every time when he apologized
That he never loved her the way that he loved me
Yeah, I know we're all human and we make mistakes
And I've never been the kind to keep looking back
But you tell me it's your birthday and it's all it takes
I didn't think my walls would crash down like that
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could take back the time
He tugs on your hand, says 'come on'
You're walking away now, it's all gone
Your smile in my mind will shine on
My thoughts keep trying to hold on
Trying to hold on
Trying to hold on
If I'd only kept holding on
Dear Neil
If only I knew
That you'd make me look at you the way that I do
It's a mother's love that I can't describe
Because, Neil, you should have been mine
Dear Neil
You should have been mine
At a wedding I was never invited to
I decided I was strong enough to let it go
And I didn't want anything to do with you
It had been so long I stopped keeping count
I had about a hundred thousand other things to do
But people were talking so I hung around
Curious enough to want to catch a glimpse of you
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could turn back the time
You're walking down the street holding your daddy's hand
He doesn't want to see me but it's too late
Wishing he'd crossed the street when he had the chance
'Cause I've only said 'hello' and he's turning away
You look at me with your big brown eyes
You've got curls like hers and a mouth like his
You smile at me and I'm not surprised
That it draws me right in like your daddy's did
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could turn back the time
Every time that I see her they'll be spite in my eyes
I know better but I'll never call it jealousy
And he knew it every time when he apologized
That he never loved her the way that he loved me
Yeah, I know we're all human and we make mistakes
And I've never been the kind to keep looking back
But you tell me it's your birthday and it's all it takes
I didn't think my walls would crash down like that
Dear Neil
Who knew
That I'd ever look at you the way that I do
That just looking at you could change my life
And make me wish that I could take back the time
He tugs on your hand, says 'come on'
You're walking away now, it's all gone
Your smile in my mind will shine on
My thoughts keep trying to hold on
Trying to hold on
Trying to hold on
If I'd only kept holding on
Dear Neil
If only I knew
That you'd make me look at you the way that I do
It's a mother's love that I can't describe
Because, Neil, you should have been mine
Dear Neil
You should have been mine
Tuesday 29 October 2013
Volume 535: Pretty
I untwist the cap.
The thick liquid inside is the same colour as my skin.
The prettier parts of it, anyway.
I dip my brush in the paint and lift it to my face.
I don't need a mirror.
I know where the ugly marks are.
Stroke by stoke I cover up the marks.
I feel it weighing down on my skin.
I cover up the past.
It's like it never happened.
It never happened.
I tell myself it'll be okay.
I'll be okay.
They say that happy girls are the prettiest.
I look pretty now.
I can look happy now.
I look in the mirror just to make sure.
And it all falls apart.
I've missed a spot.
It glares at me, triumphant.
Everything falls apart.
Rivulets of tears spill from my eyes.
They tear apart all my careful brushstrokes.
They leave nothing but the raw marks that I tried so hard to hide.
They leave nothing but the past.
I tried so hard to hide it all.
I tried so hard to be happy.
I thought it was going to work for once.
Now I know why they teach doctors not to tell people they'll be okay.
I've betrayed myself.
And it's nothing I can cover with makeup.
The thick liquid inside is the same colour as my skin.
The prettier parts of it, anyway.
I dip my brush in the paint and lift it to my face.
I don't need a mirror.
I know where the ugly marks are.
Stroke by stoke I cover up the marks.
I feel it weighing down on my skin.
I cover up the past.
It's like it never happened.
It never happened.
I tell myself it'll be okay.
I'll be okay.
They say that happy girls are the prettiest.
I look pretty now.
I can look happy now.
I look in the mirror just to make sure.
And it all falls apart.
I've missed a spot.
It glares at me, triumphant.
Everything falls apart.
Rivulets of tears spill from my eyes.
They tear apart all my careful brushstrokes.
They leave nothing but the raw marks that I tried so hard to hide.
They leave nothing but the past.
I tried so hard to hide it all.
I tried so hard to be happy.
I thought it was going to work for once.
Now I know why they teach doctors not to tell people they'll be okay.
I've betrayed myself.
And it's nothing I can cover with makeup.
Tuesday 24 September 2013
Volume 2035: The Crowd
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don't
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listen
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crowd.
Saturday 14 September 2013
Volume 20: Horizontal Lines
When Juliana was five years old
She liked to look at the big tree picture on the hallway wall
She liked the way it showed her mommy and her daddy
And her grandmas and grandpas
And aunts and uncles and cousins
She used to reach up as high as she could
And trace the black lines all the way downwards and sideways
Until
At the very bottom
Her fingers landed on her own picture
It hung at the end of an up-down line
Which came from the middle of a sideways line
That ran from her daddy's picture to her mommy's
She thought it looked like the letter T
She liked it
When Juliana was seven years old
Her aunt and her uncle got married and had a little baby
Her mommy and daddy hired a man to stand in front of the big tree on the hallway wall
He had a plate with lots of colours of paint on it
He drew a line called horizontal from Juliana's aunt to her uncle
Then he drew a line called vertical right down the middle of the horizontal one
And at the end of the line he drew a picture of the baby
Juliana wished the baby were bigger so she could show it the tree
She wondered if the baby would like all the lines
If its favourite would be the horizontal line between its mommy and daddy
Just like hers was
Juliana smiled at the tree
She liked it
When Juliana was nine years old
Her mommy and daddy started fighting
They fought at the dinner table
They fought in the car
They fought over everything
Every time they fought
Juliana would sit in the hallway
And look at the big tree
She would look at her favourite horizontal line
And sometimes
When the fighting was especially loud
The line would become a little bit blurry behind the tears in her eyes
It might have been her imagination
But every time it did
The fighting seemed to get less noisy
She wasn't sure if she liked it
When Juliana was eleven years old
Her mommy and daddy stopped fighting altogether
They started packing boxes instead
And they hired the painter man back
But this time his paint plate only had one colour on it
White
Like the wall behind the big tree in the hallway
So Juliana took her own little paintbrush
Dipped it in the white paint
And carefully traced the same horizontal line she'd traced with her finger
When she was five years old
But this time
It disappeared completely
And her picture was left to float all alone
In a sea of silent white
She didn't like it at all
She liked to look at the big tree picture on the hallway wall
She liked the way it showed her mommy and her daddy
And her grandmas and grandpas
And aunts and uncles and cousins
She used to reach up as high as she could
And trace the black lines all the way downwards and sideways
Until
At the very bottom
Her fingers landed on her own picture
It hung at the end of an up-down line
Which came from the middle of a sideways line
That ran from her daddy's picture to her mommy's
She thought it looked like the letter T
She liked it
When Juliana was seven years old
Her aunt and her uncle got married and had a little baby
Her mommy and daddy hired a man to stand in front of the big tree on the hallway wall
He had a plate with lots of colours of paint on it
He drew a line called horizontal from Juliana's aunt to her uncle
Then he drew a line called vertical right down the middle of the horizontal one
And at the end of the line he drew a picture of the baby
Juliana wished the baby were bigger so she could show it the tree
She wondered if the baby would like all the lines
If its favourite would be the horizontal line between its mommy and daddy
Just like hers was
Juliana smiled at the tree
She liked it
When Juliana was nine years old
Her mommy and daddy started fighting
They fought at the dinner table
They fought in the car
They fought over everything
Every time they fought
Juliana would sit in the hallway
And look at the big tree
She would look at her favourite horizontal line
And sometimes
When the fighting was especially loud
The line would become a little bit blurry behind the tears in her eyes
It might have been her imagination
But every time it did
The fighting seemed to get less noisy
She wasn't sure if she liked it
When Juliana was eleven years old
Her mommy and daddy stopped fighting altogether
They started packing boxes instead
And they hired the painter man back
But this time his paint plate only had one colour on it
White
Like the wall behind the big tree in the hallway
So Juliana took her own little paintbrush
Dipped it in the white paint
And carefully traced the same horizontal line she'd traced with her finger
When she was five years old
But this time
It disappeared completely
And her picture was left to float all alone
In a sea of silent white
She didn't like it at all
Tuesday 3 September 2013
Volume 64: The King's Lament
I swear
I don't believe in love
But you've never seen the way
They all watch her move
She glides across the black and white tiles
Back straight
Head high
Everyone in the room
Mesmerized
I swear
I don't believe in love
But the way she stood
By my side
Bathed in glowing white
I gave her the world
Just to watch her make it shine
She turned my kingdom
Into her ballroom
I swear
I don't believe in love
But my naivety
States otherwise
I gave her too much freedom
I let her dance too long
The knight that finally stopped her
Sadly
Wasn't mine
I swear
I don't believe in love
Were it not for the kingdom
I'd have bowed to grief
I'd have clothed myself in black
A white flag to the enemy
Instead I retreat to the shadows
To a throne painted black
And let my soldiers grieve for me
I swear
I don't believe in love
I seek vengeance
A cold dish
On a silver plate
But the lives of eight men
Are not sacrifice enough
For the single one
Of my late queen
I swore
I didn't believe in love
But I've come to know
Desperation
Towers falling one by one
A kingdom crumbling
On tiles stained red
Nothing's more vulnerable
Than a lonely king
I don't believe in love
But you've never seen the way
They all watch her move
She glides across the black and white tiles
Back straight
Head high
Everyone in the room
Mesmerized
I swear
I don't believe in love
But the way she stood
By my side
Bathed in glowing white
I gave her the world
Just to watch her make it shine
She turned my kingdom
Into her ballroom
I swear
I don't believe in love
But my naivety
States otherwise
I gave her too much freedom
I let her dance too long
The knight that finally stopped her
Sadly
Wasn't mine
I swear
I don't believe in love
Were it not for the kingdom
I'd have bowed to grief
I'd have clothed myself in black
A white flag to the enemy
Instead I retreat to the shadows
To a throne painted black
And let my soldiers grieve for me
I swear
I don't believe in love
I seek vengeance
A cold dish
On a silver plate
But the lives of eight men
Are not sacrifice enough
For the single one
Of my late queen
I swore
I didn't believe in love
But I've come to know
Desperation
Towers falling one by one
A kingdom crumbling
On tiles stained red
Nothing's more vulnerable
Than a lonely king
Friday 26 April 2013
Volume 99: Where Fire and Ice Collide
Blazing eyes, hearts race
Always putting him above
Everything she's ever loved
Fighting for his heart
Struggling to keep pace
Reckless girl, car chase
Standing on a cliff
Gentle eyes, pretty face
Waiting at a safer place
Careful girl in a thousand ways
Standing on a cliff
She makes mistakes or never learns
Taking risks and wrong turns
Touching flames, getting burned
Takes his breath away
She takes one step at a time
Always walks within the lines
Graceful, delicate, so divine
Takes his breath away
Stepping back toward the tide
Rocks crumbling off the side
A thrilling roller coaster ride
Irresistible
Lashes flutter, the softest sigh
The sweetest promise in her eyes
Caring whispers, by his side
Irresistible
Jealous, loyal, fiercest loveAlways putting him above
Everything she's ever loved
Fighting for his heart
Sacrificial, devoted love
Always putting him above
Everything she's ever loved
Longing for his heart
Two completely different souls
Magnetic from opposite poles
Whose stars collide for a common goal
Standing on the cliff
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