turning me loose

(written in the heat of the moment... don't know whyy i'm putting this out here, i suppose for some sort of satisfaction, since i'm a little down right at this moment. nice emails sent to me are greatly appreciated! settle4more@gmail.com)



on the edge of tears
trying to wipe off the last one
and call it the last one

i can't be this weak
from the unexpected words you speak
and leave me feeling like every other attempt i've made
results the same way
everytime i think it's okay
to give my heart away
i'm left with those unexpected words you say
and that last sweet embrace
the kiss i left on your face
when i was letting my heart love without holding back
who knows if this is turning back
or if i should know better
than to still have hope for you

ultimately i want you to be happy
so where the hell does that leave me?

i'll plug the tear in my heart
i'll go out tonight, i'll have fun
after all, thats what you're having
why not return the favor to you, and myself

its time to go out and have a damn good time
and hope i don't have to cry anymore
i'm ready for you, you know, and you're turning me loose.

Hello

the tight-knit group of individuals knit together by lifestyle and common goals, or lack thereof--they shout out the worst of words as if saying "hello" or "goodbye," and not a bird under the sky objects to the vulgarity of letting those words be freely spoken on the sidewalk of a street.

I put the words into a tight knit family based on morals and smiles, far from insanity, and immediately eyes flinch, shoulders rise, face shrinks like a turtle retreating bitterly in its shell, guarding itself from the hell spoken language that was only saying hello.

I understand this as my fingers withstand this bitter cold, the chill alone begs to freeze my bones, and warmth calls me back to my home. here i'd be safe to flinch or shudder or walk away eying down my prey; but instead, I sit and say "hello."

recreate

what is it that i came here to let go of?
what is it that i came here to change?
cause when i'm walking my very skin keeps shedding off
feel like i'm losing a lot
losing a lot.

nothing's changed, nothing's changed, nothing's changed
everything has
remained in it's own place

run away, run away, run away
and your home will stay
and your heart might fray
...you recreate

and you can't miss where you've grown
because here you are
ahead of that landmark
feeling new things in your heart
the places are gone
the past is locked away
its just a dream
and you're awake
the only way to find your way
is to walk into a new place
and shed your skin
and recreate.