Okay, so I actually wrote two, but I'm just excited about the fact that I was able to write even one. I could not write songs for the life of me, and then all of a sudden I pop out two. Today I hung out with a recent friend, too... I should hang out with him more often. xD
Tribute
Verse 1
In my fear and selfishness I ran
Trembling, I ran as fast as I could
I even flew
When I landed, I was lost
My feet felt strange ground
Chorus 1
There you were, ready to take my hand
You ran with me, always holding on
I can be brave because of you
Please don't let me go
Verse 2
You took my hand and showed me a way
Calmly, teaching me so many things
I understand
Life is more than I could know
I have no more fear
Bridge
I can't thank you enough, dear friend
All the shows of affection in the world wouldn't suffice
I tribute my strength to you
Chorus 2
There you were, ready to take my hand
You ran with me, always holding on
I can be brave because of you
And so you let me go
Chaotic
Opening
It's all so chaotic
Verse 1
Through the trials, one thing stands strong
A huge boulder blocking the only clear exit
What a pest I've created
Chorus 1
I just can't relax, I can't live so easily
I long for release but can't let go
Oh chaos, we have such a love affair in my heart
I'm unable to escape your allure for now
Verse 2
Everything is peachy, so nice
But then I think, and that's all it ever takes
That's how the doubt is planted
Chorus 2
The chaos begins in my mind like a drug
I long for release but can't let go
My mind morphs into a carnival of disarray
Will I ever be able to escape all this?
Ending
It's still so chaotic
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
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If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold