From within the darkness,

comes pouring the light,

let no other eyes see it,

for it simply shines too bright.

If another should know it,

and glimpse a single flash,

chaos would rule it's future,

ripping violently through it's past,

don't leave it in the open,

hide it deep within the night,

incase it's gleam between the pages,

keeping it safetly out of site,

wait awhile if you wish to show it,

wait 'till the light has grown quite dim,

save it for your children,

it will mean so much to them.

 

Commercial lies,

consumer spies,

just like a drug,

never get satisfied,

 

just want more,

never get enough,

be smart, kid,

don't touch the stuff,

 

makes you fat,

social ties grow thin,

can't turn back,

never be fit again,

 

let fall the iron curtain,

pull the plug,

now rehabilitate,

from a silent drug,

 

Haunts you forever,

can't stop the chills,

don't be suicidal,

because fast food kills.

 

My friends want it, my mother doesn't,

do I want it? Do you?

They speak your name, do I feel the same?

What do they expect me to do?

I sit near your seat, wanting some heat,

waiting to see you turn your head,

I'm yearning for something, doing nothing,

feeling so terribly boring and dead.

I don't even love you, she hears someone speak,

and demands I renounce my craving.

I stop and think, should I turn to you,

and spend instead of saving?

A quiet evening, the telephone rings,

you ask me what I'm feeling.

My heart jumps, I tell it all,

but someone elses heart you plan on stealing.

You toss me up, then shoot me down,

sour with a sugary coat,

But maybe, I should hold my tounge,

we're rowing the very same boat.

 

I believe in a thing called love,
I just keep hoping that you do too,
Maybe it's a hopeless case,
One friend thinks so, One friend doesn't,
The rest must not be sure,
I can't trust my own judgement,
I'm worrisome and optimistic,
We have oh so much in common,
except my heart is bleeding,
and yours isn't even aware,
of the crazy girl it's haunting,
DANMIT! It isn't fair.

*the male that this was directed at is no longer in my heart, so do not take it in earnest.

 

 

Just because I live in Davis County,

I don't eat opossum,

I don't watch NASCAR.

 

Just because I live in Davis County,

I don't like grits,

I don't have a southern accent,

I don't own a truck.

 

Just because I live in Davis County,

My mom's name is Betty,

I have 5 cats,

I like banjo music.

 

Just because I live in Davis County,

I'm moving

(P.S. no I'm not moving, because Davis county ROXorZ mai SOxoRz)

*obviously not the actual name of the county i live in*

 

 

*Dedicated in loving memory to George the Squirrel*

 

Because the cat killed a squirrel,

My older sister said "throw it away",

But Juli and I wouldn't listen,

Every squirrel deserves it's day.

 

We picked it up with a stick,

So we wouldn't get rabies,

What did the squirrel do to deserve this,

It's rodent future looked hazy.

 

We didn't know what to do,

No ideas came to us,

We figured we'd give it to Wesley,

The dude who rides my bus.

 

Suddenly I was filled,

With squirrelly inspiration,

I'd give it to my sister,

For her birthday celebration.

 

So we put the squirrel on the porch,

And gave it a little sign,

It said "Happy Birthday Emilee"

But I think we crossed a line.

(true story)