"Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins

"Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins

I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none

There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood

Heartburn

The Only Exception by Paramore

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Well, You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ohh---

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing

Freewrite- Oblivion

She curled into herself in bed against the wall. Rain pattered down on the leaves outside her window. Numb. She was numb. She had gone nearly 27 years of her life with certainty of what life would be like. But now….now everything was different, and she wasn’t even sure why. One day she was Mrs. Smith. Proud mother of an adorable little boy and side-kick wife to a well known and loved man. So why would her perspective change now? In the middle of her happily ever after. Of course she knew she never really had happily ever after. She had security. She had convenience. To the outside world everything looked worthy of envy. High School Sweethearts growing together into adulthood. A healthy five years dating before a proposal. It was all just safe in retrospect. Safe. She’d been mindlessly riding her bike with training wheels. Never knowing the feel of the wind assaulting her face as she sped carelessly down a hill. Never risking a fall and a scrape. She wore her helmet and all the pads and stayed on the sidewalk. 27 years she did everything right. Safe. The word tasted bitter in her mind. What a waste. She felt repulsed by her lack of life initiation. When had she ever truly gone after something that she wanted. Something that would spark a fire in her? Never. She lived to compliment the lives of others until she slowly let go of herself and disappeared into suburban oblivion. A tear slipped from her cheek to the pillowcase. She had a perfect life, but she wasn’t fully there to enjoy it. Her heart was somewhere else. One life. The pain. A prisoner in her own skin. How could she have done this to herself? She felt like a coward. There’s still time. Time to take back who she really is. But the question is; will she stand up and move, or cower and continue to die inside. Is it selfish to be happy? Probably. Does she care what the majority think? Of course. Will it matter in the end? Only time will tell.

Such a Passionate Band to be called Muse

Muse
Undisclosed Desires lyrics

I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied

Soothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine

Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Please me
Show me how it's done
Trust me
You are the one

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Hard Realization for Dreamers

Katy Perry Not Like The Movies lyrics

He put it on me, I put it on,
Like there was nothing wrong.
It didn't fit,
It wasn't right.
Wasn't just the size.
They say you know,
When you know.
I don't know.

I didn't feel
The fairytale feeling, no.
Am I a stupid girl
For even dreaming that I could.

If it's not like the movies,
Thats how it should be, yeah.
When he's the one,
I'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning
And that's just the beginning, yeah.

Snow white said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes.
If stars don't align,

If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.

If it's not like the movies,
Thats how it should be.
When he's the one,
He'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning,
And thats just the beginning.

'Cause I know you're out there,
And your, your love came for me.
It's a crazy idea that you were made,
Perfectly for me you'll see.

Just like the movies.
That's how it will be.
Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending.
It's not like the movies,
But that's how it should be.
When he's the one,
You'll come undone,
And your world will stop spinning,
And it's just the beginning.

Romantic Moon

It's beautiful. The night. I think it's the romantic side of God's Earth. You can have romance anywhere, sure. But I like to imagine the perfect romantic interlude within the arms of night. My mind never struggles to create the ideal location. A large downy blanket covers a square of a healthy green field. There are a small number of candles scattered around the perimeter flickering to the whisper of evening. Those are more for atmosphere. Sweet Grapes, Cheese and Cheap Wine make themselves comfortable near the corner of the blanket in a cooler. Not more than twenty feet away is a willow tree dancing with the summer breeze. A small pond quivers with the life living inside it. There's a blurry painting of the moon and stars on its surface. But her masterpiece cannot compare to the true beauty of our Maiden moon and her adoring stars. She comes out for nights like these. She is fond of lovers. With this particular couple, she moves in for a closer look. She's been waiting a long time for this and doesn't want to miss a single sigh. The truck sits two minutes walking distance away. They had to park and walk the rest of the way. They'd already driven a good 45 minutes outside of town to get away from everyone and everything. Although their love for each other runs deeper than the roots of the willow, they're coming this night together for the first time. They've had very little physical contact, which makes the slightest touch of hands or graze of legs heat the blood beneath their skin. They've had half of the wine and a small portion of cheese and grapes. Laying back stretched out with arms beneath their heads they gaze at the expanse of diamonds in the sky. Talking easily, they drift from one topic to the next. It's effortless to laugh with each other. Neither knows if what they're laughing at is truly funny or if the presence of the other is simply so intoxicating, their bodies must respond. They take turns sneaking peeks at the other during appropriate moments in conversation. During a comfortable lull she boldly continues to soak in his face in the moonlight. He seems to sense she's watching and without taking his eyes off the sky he teasingly bites his bottom lip and releases it. She's no fool. She knew he did it on purpose. Either way, her focus is now on his full bottom lip, and the curiosity to nibble it herself is undeniable. The moon is pleased with this chemistry her environment has nurtured. She extends the reach of her enchanting glow to bathe the two in her romance. It crosses their minds simultaneously, to ease the tension that has been building all night and for a long time before tonight. He sits up on his elbow saying things with his eyes that words could never do justice to. His fingers slide adoringly over the smooth cool skin of her cheek making sure to study the curve of her lips. A shiver vibrates from her toes on up until she feels paralyzed with the pleasure of his loving touch. He begins to pull his fingers away. She leans in so as not to be abandoned to the cool night without his warmth. Not he or she knew who initiated, but their lips came together like it was the only thing left in the world for them to do. The sweet taste of wine combined with the warmth and pressure of his mouth took over her entire awareness. Perfect. This night they'd all been waiting for was here. And the moon had hours before the sun warmed the earth beneath them. Not that it would need any after tonight. Beautiful.

Rapture

Overcome with the unseen strength of the ever present emotion. It hurts to be human. I can tell the flesh isn't a permanent state of being. I can feel what is called my soul vibrating constantly beneath the skin. You could never see it, but I can always feel it. There has always been a fire within me. But I am that fire. And it roars and aches to stretch the fingers of its flame outside this pathetic piece of flesh. My spirit is strong and vicious. I have a hard time living in this skin. There's not enough room. Bigger. My soul is bigger than my body. Everyday I churn and grow and shrink. I moan in desperation hoping for satisfaction. Is this just me? Am I experiencing some form of insanity, or am I blessed with true sight of this reality? The body can be beautiful, but I do believe it is the eyes that reflect the spirit to others. I grow impatient with the superficial deafness of the majority. I see more than I can see with my eyes. But I show more than I can express with them as well. Words are junior varsity compared to body language. But then body language pales in comparison to the language of your soul. Life on earth is a mere play date. We've yet to grow up and step out of the playground to experience full adulthood. I believe death will usher us closer to our true state. I fear death. I question my faith. I have hope in Christ, but I have fear of nothingness. I suppose it would be better to stop existing, than to be delivered into and unknown eternity of fire. But to be delivered into an unknown eternity of bliss in my true skin with the true God....I am merely left hoping. Fate. Destiny. Hm. I believe in the choices we make. There is no ultimate right. But sometimes, my heart, or whatever part of me that has the intuition of spirit, can feel a draw. I feel pulled in certain directions. It's strong, sometimes overwhelming and utterly gripping of my human. I crave what I cannot have. I don't believe in conceived happiness. I don't believe in eventual satisfaction. I believe in my churning. I believe it is human and inhuman to suffer and toil. We are physical beings, but only as a joke. We are so much more than that, and some people can see this. Others are "plugged into the Matrix" if you will. Powerful what lives inside me. What is me. And it's drawn to like. Crazy, huh? But it makes sense to me, and I think I'll choose to live in this insanity. To relish in my pain and sit quietly and observe in peace. To be Human. To be living. To be overcome with emotion. To be, in rapture.