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.)
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