OMG! YOU Know Who YOU ARE!

It's the truth LOL

September Man (What I recieved in the final days with a man with a confused heart)

No Sweet Hello
No warm embrace
No tender words
No smile
No loving glance
No gentle touch
No time to stay awhile

No private jokes
No special names
No compliments
No flowers
No needed strokes
No laying close
No sharing love for hours

No birthday wish
No Christmas card
No kiss to say you care
No hope for me
No chance for love
No happiness, no fair

No vows to make
No trust to keep
No more need to say "be true"

No way to last
No good, my love
No us
No me
No you.

LMAO Everytime!

"Losing" Isn't Hard To Master

"Losing" isn't hard to master
If you care or want something bad enough
you can and will lose it
We are never promised the tomorrow's, only the sorrow
It is cold, it is cruel, it is company
Holding your breath doesn't help
Nor does crossing your fingers or wishing
If we love someone enough why is the proof
in letting them go?
Can we pretend to make things better
"Losing" isn't hard to master
It is quick and painless for a moment
But then it is repetitive and heart-wrenching
A little bit of us dies with each goodbye
Warm hearts burnt out for a second
We find other things, other people, to blame
But they don't lose anything
How can they be the source?
The reality is this is the axis making its' move
The reality is we may have to cry alone
"Losing" isn't hard to master
However, within us we are strong
We must not be afraid of loving thyself
Control of destiny, control of "meant to be", Manifest ME
For in these lessons of life, love, and losing
We forget that control of
"Just being happy" isn't hard to master either...

JL

An Amazing Track- totally relating to the poem.

Ingrid Michaelson- So Long

  So Long- Ingrid Michaelson by Xesxpress

The Beginning of Love

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,

And not to twist them to fit our own image;

Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves 

We find in them

Jar of Hearts

Sooooo, back on the music track- different Music Widget- still great sound. This time around I'm showcasing a (hopefully) upcoming artist. Say good morning to Christina Perri. How did I discover her... Well as anyone who has read knows; I love SYTYCD (look it up!) and the wonderful Stacey Tookey used it in one of her AMAZING contemp pieces. The song got me right away! Jar of Hearts. Story Line, Break Up, Now ex wants back in. He is a collector, he is a ripper of hearts and emotions. It's a song that gets you from the start. With just a slight rasp in her voice, almost as if she's singing it directly to you and not for a CD. Not to be dramatic, but she sounds hurt. It sounds personal. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? The chorus also rings angered, but not spiteful. Almost as if she might reconsider. But nope! Don't come back at all. Then the mid section changes and shows a nice range of vocals, to show that she is a not a talker singer, but a girl with pipes. My fave line in the song is "You lost the love I loved the most." So raw at that point. And then the very end has a climax of vocals and then just a sigh of sadness. There is still something there, but not want or need.
Such a great song! Check it out below and tell me what ya think!

  Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts by Xesxpress

No More Packing

Here, take out my ribbons,
I fall apart
No More Talking
it's time to start...

Cover the knick nacks
Dust all of the throwbacks
Empty the drawers
Return all of the go backs
Burn all the pictures
Reboot computer
Call it what it is
Pick brand new suitors
No more talking
Just pack...

Post it's and labels
And dining room tables
Gifts that you bought me
And those that have cost me
Sleep
Those you can keep
Let's separate boxes
Keeps your on your side
You got the cd's
So the movies are mine
Remember this one?
That you can keep...

All our lives
Come down to possessions
So many lies
Told through confessions

Who gets the bed
And all of its' memories
Who gets the couch
Filled with extremities
You hauled me through the house
Now it's time to move out
The story is storage
Can't hold all we made
Sure it's hard to have to leave
But it's more painful to stay....

Remember the tool shed
We built from scratch
Remember how it burned down
From one little match
Remember you said the house
Would stop us from running
I'm done packing
I bet you didn't see this one coming
No more talking