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Tuesday, 29 September 2009

  • Currently: Brand New Eyes
    - Ignorance

    What If I?

    I'm angry, but I keep it quiet,
    and I'm hurting, but I never show it.
    And you prefer it, don't you?
    Just let it fade away, away, away.

    But what if I torn those crimson curtains,
    and shed some light on all your filth?
    What if I told the world what you are,
    what you really, truly are?

    I'm falling, but I won't ask for help,
    and I'm losing, but you're losing even more.
    And you don't know it, do you?
    Just let me walk away, away, away.

    But what if I opened your eyes
    to all the pain you've caused?
    What if I told you everything
    I've never, ever said?

    I'm angry, but never show it,
    and I'm hurting, but you'd never know it.
    And you prefer it, don't you?
    Just let it fade away, away, away.

    ~ Cassandra ~

    "Anyone Can.
    Not Everyone Will."

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

  • This is the way, the way we break

    The way you talk,
    the way you walk,
    the way you fall
    for every single
    lie.

    The way you never,
    the way you never,
    the way you never,
    the way you never,
    listen.

    Just listen to words,
    that sing out, reach out
    to you. For you. To you.
    Just listen.

    The way you always
    forget to stay,
    and the way you always
    shift the blame
    away.

    The way you never,
    the way you never,
    the way you never,
    the way you never
    remember.

    Just remember the words,
    that sing out, reach out
    to you. For you. To you.
    Just remember.

    The way you talk,
    the way you walk.
    The way you stay,
    the way you shift
    the blame away.
    Away.

    Just listen.
    Remember.

    Me.

    ~ Cassandra ~

    "Anyone Can.
    Not Everyone Will."

Sunday, 20 September 2009

  • "We need not the words."

    #1: Heed Not the Words

    Hush now, my lullaby.
    We need not the words.
    Hush now, my lullaby.
    They heed not the words.

    We sing a song,
    we beat a beat,
    we dance a dance,
    we fall asleep.

    Hush now, my lullaby.
    Why do we need the words?
    Hush now, my lullaby.
    Why won't they heed the words?

    We light a flame,
    we spark a spark,
    we hold our breath,
    we see it all.

    Hush now, my lullaby.
    We need not the words.

    #2: Lazy Day

    A lazy day, tap tap tapping
    away, while staring at this
    computer screen.

    Life digitalized.
    What would I do
    without it?

    Go insane,
    go outside,
    get away,
    run away?

    Take a chance,
    take a risk,
    make or break?

    Fly and fail?
    Succeed?

    Try, for once?

    A lazy day, tap tap tapping
    away, while staring through
    this computer screen.

    I think it's time to make a change.

    #3: One Moment to be Real

    You want to walk the walk,
    you wish you talked the talk.
    You never follow through.
    You always hate the view.

    Stop. Just wait.
    Just take a moment.
    One moment to be real.
    One moment to be real.

    You want to say you're sorry,
    that you've never meant to worry.
    You never find the words.
    You're lost in your own world.

    Stop. Just wait.
    Just take a moment.
    One moment to be real.
    One moment to be real.

    Why do you hate the view?

    #4: Promising Regret

    Desire swears to me that it is not a sin,
    but this vulnerable chord of sadness
    rings out in the dreaded dawn.
    Promising regret, but I'd be
    foolish not to try.

    You lost your right to me,
    wallowing in your
    vintage ideology;
    declaring patience
    is a virtue,
    but you never
    follow through.

    And this spiritual context
    in which you dwell is
    nothing more than a
    hypothetical heroin
    that is dragging me down.

    ~ Cassandra ~

    "Anyone Can.
    Not Everyone Will."

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

  • Currently: Take a Bow

    Die, Lie, Die

    How many times am I supposed to go through this?
    It's lather, rinse, repeat repeat repeat repeat,
    only I never manage to feel clean.

    Its lies and ties and manipulation that
    just will not die, die, die, die.
    Why won't it die?

    Just when I think the story changed,
    you lose your place and start all over again.
    I don't think I can stand another go through.

    ~ Cassandra ~

    "Anyone Can.
    Not Everyone Will."

Saturday, 29 August 2009

  • Laughter rings.

    #1: Hush

    Hush, you little liar;
    whispering in my ear
    won't get you anywhere.

    Hush, you little liar;
    I know your lies.
    I know my truth.

    Hush, you little liar;
    you're not welcome
    here anymore.

    #2: Divine

    I can't stand this silence, this stillness
    that's dragging me back to the ground.

    I don't want this cage made up of fears;
    limitations and boundaries created by tears.

    Shut up, sit down, stop screaming out.
    I'm here; I'm fine. I'm beautifully divine.

    You'll never cage me with these fears.
    I'll never be limited by these tears.

    I'm here.
    I'm fine.
    I'm beautiful.
    Divine.

    (mirror mirror on the wall;
    who's the one lying now?    )

    #3: Doubt

    Laughter rings.

    "You little fool.
    You really think
    you can get rid
    of me?

    Darling, I know you.
    Every thought.
    Every doubt.
    Every little flaw.

    You little fool.
    You really think
    you can lie
    to me?

    Honey, I've been here
    from the very start.
    I'll be here till
    your very last breath.

    You little fool.
    You really think
    you can outsmart
    me?

    Baby, I know every move.
    I know every lie.
    I know every try.
    Don't try to hide.

    Doubt will never die."

    Laughter rings.

    ~ Cassandra ~

    "Anyone Can.
    Not Everyone Will."

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