Too Late

This is a song i composed in exactly 12 minutes and 56 seconds... even though i should be studying...haha... i guess when inspiration hits you on the head you MUST ensue it :)
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Don’t tell me it was complicated
If you wanted to, you could of saved it
But you waited one year to realize
What you convinced yourself were only lies

I’m sorry to be the one to say this
But my love for you has faded
I learned to fly by myself when you left
And now that your back I can’t land yet

We could’ve been the greatest thing
But you left me with broken dreams
And I suffered in silence for the longest time
Thinking maybe you would change your mind
But I woke up from that crazy nightmare
And saw my face reflecting back in the mirror
And I knew I couldn’t keep living in pain
So I got back up and went on my own way

My love for you was once so strong
But it broke to pieces when you were gone
And someone came along to patch it up
They helped me with both hands to get up

I got use to your absence day by day
And then the pain started to filter away
And then I new what it was to smile again
The sun cleared the clouds and I started living

We could’ve been the greatest thing
But you left me with broken dreams
And I suffered in silence for the longest time
Thinking maybe you would change your mind
But I woke up from that crazy nightmare
And saw my face reflecting back in the mirror
And I knew I couldn’t keep living in pain
So I got back up and went on my own way

There’s no use for apologies now no no no
I’m too far up for or you to bring me down
Just let me go like I did for you
And maybe one day you’ll find someone new

…So don’t tell me it was complicated

The Rose

Friday, April 9, 2010

the rose
It's beauty outshines all others of its' species.
It's nutured with mother nature's love.
it shatters the scenary when it falls to pieces.
it dies when flakes start falling from above

It contains no coldness, only warmth
For it's value is much more than what it's worth
It provides an image, a style, and a home
so beauty never feels alone

It's importance is rightious and unique
you see it symbolize love, peace, and prosperity
who comes across it is a fine, lucky creature
for it's draw on their innocence will grow deeper

time.

When did it start? Where does it end?
Time is infinite, it´s independent in such a way it molds over the old, devours the present, and stalks the new without the consent of thy follower nor thy path. When time is at the essance it passes by in fast paces swallowing hours like minutes and minutes like seconds. When time is pleaded to accelerate, it crawls in slow lurches, ignoring the favor of one´s desire. Behind each angry beginning lurks a vast pool of hurt in which we bathe in our own memories and pain. What is the extent of such ravishing demeanor? Shall we wait for mercy to be thrust upon us, or must we cogitate over are own hurt in an imperciptable manner to finish heeling the scars? Is time in our favor? or is it our enemy? Against all odds we fight to forget the things that we want to rememeber, and remember the things that are yet forgotten. We musn´t feed the greed of our violent pleasures for they have violent ends. Remember that life is the meaning of what you make of it. Once you feel sorrowness you'll understand happiness and once you live pain you will conquer love, and with love you'll learn the value of life, the value of time.

No one ever told me that when the time comes for losing your best friend, it would be so melancholic and painful.

life never prepares us for death.

Samson is my best friend, he has been with me since my terrible twos and ever since then we could never be seperated. He is my gaurdian angel, always looking out for me, protecting me from strangers, comforting me when i was hurt, healing my wounds, making me smile and laugh, and for making life so joyful. Every morning was a sad goodbye seeing him cry behing the pickled fence as he saw me walk to the bus stop and every afternoon was a happy one when i saw him wagging his tail,happy to see me, and ambushing me with thousands of saliva filled kisses. What more could i ever ask for from a friend? his love for me is endless and his loyalty was something greater than any human person could ever give me. All he asked for in return was my love, not nice cars or brand-name clothes, just my love. A simple hello and a pat on the head would make his day a perfect day. He used to hide under my bed through each thunderstorm, panting and crying. I always used to lay a blanket out over the carpet and sit there and comfort him until we both fell asleep. He suffered to see me go everymorning that he actually succeeded in digging a hole to escape my yard and hijacted my school bus, ah what a glorious morning that was. So many adventures , so many memories ill remember with my best friend. Now he's 14 years old, hanging on longer because his love for us and our love for him is so strong that it keeps storing him with energy. I know one day the time will come for my brother, the one person who will ever really know me who ever really knew me. He doesn't go up the stairs anymore, doesn't always hear me coming through the door, doesn't see all that well, but he still manages to find me and comfort we just the same as when he was a pup. He's got enough of me to break my heart, and i'll never forget him. He will always be a memorial statue in my mind and our bond will never be broken,, and one day i will find him again. And i can't stress the love i feel for him, he's not just a dog, he's a person too on the inside, kind-hearted old man hanging on to the love he can... i'm not ready for him to go yet, but when he does, i'll grieve for him like no other.

Samson and Jmay best friends forever and always... <3

Impossible Love

According to the Real Academy, they define the word impossible as something that does not contain faculty or have any way of occuring or taking place, and they define the word improbable as something that isn't based on a prudent reason. If i had to choose, i would second improbability before impossibility , like anybody else in this world. Improbability hurts less and it leaves a place for hope, the epic kind. It was improbable that David would beat Goliat, but it happened. They said it was very improbable that an African American would live in the white house, but it happened. It was said that the Balck Eyed Peas had a slim chance of getting back together, but it happened. Nadal coming in first place in the tennis atmosphere, a journalist becoming the princess of Spain, the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers, all very improbable, but they happened. Love, relationships, feelings... aren't based on a prudent reason, that's why i don't like to talk about Impossible Love, but improbable love, which by its' defenition means possible. The doubtless fact of something that cannot occur... CAN occur. While there's a possibility, even one out of a billion, it's worth trying.


xoxo...
-[Jmay]-