Friday, April 28, 2006

Practice Game

I'm a practice Game
For others to play and learn
I'm a pawn in chess
Sacrificed for the outcome

I'm a practice Game
For him to try out his moves
I'm the first throw in a Game
I begin the Game

I'm a practice Game
The outcome does not matter
I'm the dummy hand in cards
A reference for future

I'm a practice Game
I alone know the Game rules
I just don't know I'm playing
The score is hidden from me

I'm a practice Game
That I always lose

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Calling all Geeks

I know that I have geek friends out there, and maybe even some of them read this blog, so I call for your knowledge. Final Fantasy VII and the PS3: Just a demo or really being remade? I need hard facts since I have decided to fill my voided life with electronics. It began by buying a TV and DVD player and a game system is next. But, to do this, I need solid facts on the game possibilities and the goods and bads of the systems.
So, if you are a geek, and knowledgable, then share.


I miss the lie

My heart so happy that it aches
Smiling so long that it hurts
Distracted at the thought of you
Promises that gave me hope

I miss the lie

Thinking of things that I could do
To make you happy
To make you love me more
To keep you

I miss the lie

Warm hands constantly held
Soft kisses given
Comforting and safe embraces
A brush of cheek to cheek

I miss the lie

Living a lie isn't difficult
When you don't know the truth

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Beautifully Broken

It seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky
It seems like yesterday I didnt know how hard I could cry
It feels like tomorrow I may not get by
But I will try
I will try wipe the tears from my eyes

I'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it
I'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it

Every day is a new day I'm reminded of my past
Everytime theres another storm I know that it wont last
Every moment I'm filled with hope cause I get another chance
But I will try
I will try
Got nothing left to hide

Without the highs and the lows
Where will we go?
Where will we go?

I am beautifully broken, I am beautifully broken
I am beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it


It pounds in my chest
Rythmically tracking the moments
A pain Not in my heart, but behind it
It pulls through my chest on an invisible string
It escapes
My breath stops
Lungs convulse for air
Eyes well
Tears fall
Numbness follows