FOR THE WAR TO BE WON

I CLOSE MY EYES AND PROVIDE THAT I CAN BRING HOPE TO YOU.

YOU HURT, BUT I WILL KEEP YOU STRONG, EACH LAYER, A TEARING DOWN OF THE WALLS.

LAY BENEATH THE BLANKETED EARTH AND WATCH THE STARS GO BY.
MY HEART HELD YOUR HURT, BUT ONLY FOR A PASSING MOMENT.

THE LAND A CROSSING OF BURDENS, A KNOWING OF ALL TRAITS. IT’S STAINED BY OUR TEARS, OR LOVE, LIFE AND FATE.

I TAKE BACK, ALL THAT COULD EVER BE LOST, AND PROVIDE OUR WAR ON ONE THAT CAN BE WON.

MY HEART A SHIELD, YOURS A DISARRAY,

A CASTED STONE, UPON THE WEAK TO PREY ON

OUR VOICES CONTAIN, ALL THAT WE ARE. TO BE, ALL THAT WE KNOW. IT’S ALL BEEN BESTOWED THE POWER OF BEING, BELIEF AND FAITH ABOVE.

TO BE DROWNING BY THE EARTHS POSESSIONS, I HOLD IN THE LAST BREATHE, FURVORED PASSION, A FLEETING GLIMPSE PAST THE MOON.

THE SUN RISES AND FALLS IN A PATTERNED FLIGHT ALL ITS OWN. THE ONE CONSTANT, THE CONSISTANCY IN EACH OF OUR LIVES.

TO CHANGE YOU, I WOULDN’T, TO TAKE THE FEAR, AND CULTIVATE NEW, I WOULD. I CAN’T MAKE IT MY OWN, BUT I WILL PROVIDE MY LIGHT AND VOICE.

I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU, I WILL TAKE ON A BATTLE, FOR THE WALLS TO FALL, AND LOOKING DOWN I SEE YOU LOOK ABOVE.

YOU WILL REALIZE THE WANT AND NEED FOR YOU TO BE YOU.

what makes you tick?

so just proposing a question out there....... what inspires you? what makes you tick? Depending on whatever it is, do you do it routinely?
We all have dreams, we all have dreams we hold inside, and those are usually what we push away
... But why???? why do you push them away? is it fear? is it your heart? is it peer pressure? is it against the grain? Did you create a new mold?

Let them in, let them near you, let them surface.

I was afraid to write, for fear of rejection, I was afraid to think, for fear of ridicule. I was afraid to speak my voice, to an unfavored opinion. Now......... so don't care. What I am afraid of, I am not, it is what has opened up so many new doors.

Be bold, be inspiring,...........but be you

Peace
Amy

"Return to Innocense"

Ahhh I see the your cheesy grin right now, knowing that you are being thought of. I am still lost in thought, I was in your dreams, and still laughing for all the right reasons. I was really locked in your dreams, stuck in your head, as you tossed and turned and remembered in the a.m. Thats' well....... I am flattered.
Ahh silly, silly us. I can't believe it's been fifteen years since we met and well last saw one another. How one field trip, left us both with so many great memories. The song by enigma was our song, and it's still to this day one of my favorites. Everytime I hear it, I am lost in thought then a simple smile surfaces. Lord, what a stage performance we all had in D.C. To think, we've kept in touch, and Bob, Bob's still there too.
I didn't think much of my whole high school experience, but if I could relive one aspect of it, it would be the last 48 hours in D.C. Ahh the trouble we caused the bus m.c., the hotel staff, and not to mention our roommates. Well worth is though.
The first and last kiss that tickled my spine, and left me breathless was you, the first time I got teary eyed over a man was you. Now............. we both laugh at that. Crazy kids.. eh?
Ahh Mr. Cottrell, I suppose you are right, my heart is in texas. I need to return to innocense, and seriously I need to 'get a life' as you call it.
So Jonathan this is my shout out to you, to your antics, to your jokes, to the dream you had, and not to mention the friendship we have. You are simply the coolest!
Love ya

we all float on

Again, ahhh I've been ignoring the site. I love having a short week, but seems the days after are all uphill. I can't decide my emotions or mood the last 48 hours. I've definitely catapulted about every emotion a person could have. Why? In part, some odd weeks later, I finally realized the fact of being used. I am gullible, I am a stupid naive person. Something I knew already, but didn't think I would fall once again. It just seems my heart and head don't tread down the same path, and somewhere one fails and the other doesn't know how to react. I refuse to accept that I have been an utter mockery to someones else's pleasure, but so be it.
I've realized in the past months with that, I have new friends that have definitely been my anchors and kept me floating on. God bless, Gina, Megan, and Maggie. Without them, I dont know how I would have forced smiles and laughter. They make madness, into perfect sense. We all lean on someone, whether it's a family member, a friend, spouse, or faith. Someone is there listening. I don't spill feelings, I seem to divert them, or tell just enough to thread the needle. I have this forbidden concept of not, saying no. But when I do, it comes back to bite me, or bothers me soo much, I can't sleep at night. Insane I do know that.
Sometimes I just don't want to be the nice person everything accepts I am. I want to be the person that take their food bad thru the drive thru because they screwed it up, instead I accept whatever it is. Or talk back and speak my peace when someone screams at me at the top of their lungs because something isnt' going their way. Instead, I take it all in, accept the complaint, and blame it on myself. However, I don't think I can break the mold of what shaped me. I know the difference of being a glutton and a hard ass, but why is it I appear to teeter on the glutton aspect. I guess I know the answer, I just don't know why I chose to be used.