tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31137454747926515522023-11-15T06:32:12.514-08:00I am a Prisoner of Words unsaid.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-12402012956044614922010-03-31T23:40:00.000-07:002010-03-31T23:41:20.276-07:00PeopleThere is a difference between being alone and being lonely.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm fucking lonely.</div>CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-4854881247760660652010-02-28T01:15:00.000-08:002010-02-28T01:16:11.941-08:00Profound thoughtIf we're going to a better place after death, then why fear death?CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-82351405010299722032009-12-12T08:19:00.001-08:002009-12-12T08:19:43.865-08:00It was a bad night.You know what the worst sound in the whole world is?<div><br /></div><div>Hearing your own mother screaming in agony.</div>CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-44054135282897734982009-06-14T00:59:00.000-07:002009-06-14T01:10:14.641-07:00Thoughts of a RejectWhy am I so ugly?<br />What did I do wrong?<br />What did I say?<br />What did I do?<br /><br />Do I exude some putrid odor?<br />Is there something wrong with my face?<br />Am I fat?<br /><br />I need to lose weight.<br />I need to stop eating.<br />I need to go on a diet.<br />I need to work out.<br /><br />I NEED TO STOP THINKING.<br /><br />Maybe...<br />He's sick.<br />Or away from home.<br />Or his internet broke down.<br />Or he got in a car accident.<br />Or maybe he works late shifts now.<br />Or he went on a trip and got stranded on a desert island and is waiting for me to come rescue him with a helicopter where we'll fall so far in love and never leave each other.<br /><br />Maybe...<br />He just doesn't want to talk to me.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-86339656750538043802009-05-21T02:56:00.000-07:002009-05-21T02:59:29.100-07:00I love you.Dear Mom,<br />I love you<br /><br />You keep saying you're getting too old for anything<br />And you're at such an amazing age. You're 60.<br /><br />But you have the surgery scheduled for next year.<br />And you just got hearing aids.<br />And every time I hug you, everything seems to hurt.<br /><br />And I can tell,<br />Day by day,<br />Week by week<br />You're getting weaker and weaker.<br /><br />And....<br />I just don't want you to go yet.<br /><br />So I just want to say.<br />I love you. Alot.<br />Please stay longer. <br /><br />Love KristianCoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-57519978714533099502009-04-23T02:45:00.000-07:002009-04-23T02:59:25.327-07:00Two PerspectivesDear God,<br /><br />Please make me pretty<br />I know you made me, me<br />But sometimes,<br /><br />I wish I looked like the guy on T.V.<br />Instead of having a PhD in philosophy.<br /><br />If I were beautiful and dumb,<br />At least then I wouldn't be smart enough to care.<br /><br />But I guess this is the life I lead<br />And I should be content with what you've given me<br /><br />So thank you God.<br />Amen<br /><br />_________________________________________________________<br /><br />Dear God,<br /><br />Please make me smart<br />I know you made me, me<br />But sometimes,<br /><br />I wish I were smarter than a fifth grader<br />Instead of on the cover of GQ and the Enquirer<br /><br />If I were smart and average<br />At least I'd be able to understand what ever one says all the time<br /><br />But I guess this is the life I lead<br />And I should be content with what you've given me<br /><br />So thank you God.<br />AmenCoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-89132594195508099622009-03-06T10:48:00.000-08:002009-03-09T23:45:00.329-07:00No MoreI don't know where I'm going<br />I just hope he'll be there<br />And everyday I just keep trying<br />To find someone who cares<br /><br />The world just keeps on saying<br />"You'll never find your true love"<br />And why does everyone keep saying<br />"You're too young to be in love"<br /><br />But I know, I know<br />Where I want to go<br />Where I want to be<br />And I know, I know<br />Where I want to go<br />Where I want to be<br /><br />Everyday I am dreaming<br />Of what my life will be<br />Like a house with a white picket fence that I've<br />Only heard of in stories<br /><br />A kid and a dog in the park playing<br />Across from where we live<br />But then I wake up and realize<br />I've slept in an hour again<br /><br />I know, I know<br />Where I want to go<br />Where I want to be<br />I know, I know<br />Where I want to go<br />Where I want to be<br /><br />I just want to be in love<br />No more shattered pieces<br />No more crying faces<br />I just want to be in love<br />Have someone to hold you<br />Have someone to want you<br />I just want to be in love<br /><br />Cause I'm tired of waiting for you.<br /><br />I know, I know<br />That it may be naive<br />That I might be young<br />But I know, I know<br />Where I want to go<br />Where I want to be<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is an unfinished work.<br />There is still stuff I would like to add, and eventually I'm going to record it.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-54066542533988249542009-02-04T09:38:00.000-08:002009-02-04T09:45:19.937-08:00Life goes onWe run around<br />In fields of green, yellows and blues.<br />She's crazy they say<br />But they don't understand<br />You're just happy<br />And life goes on<br /><br />We walk to school early<br />With gray skies, dark clouds and raindrops<br />She's dull they say<br />But they don't understand<br />It's just routine<br />And life goes on<br /><br />We lie on the floor<br />When the sunken cheeks show,the closed eyes watch and hands cover their heart.<br />She's sad they say<br />But they don't understand<br />How broken she is inside<br /><br />But life goes onCoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-47064618052071387652009-01-29T22:33:00.000-08:002009-01-29T22:42:26.611-08:00UntitledWhy can't you understand?<br /><br />All I want is to be loved.<br />But alas, I have never truely been.<br /><br />I don't try.<br />No.<br />I don't want.<br /><br />To go.<br /><br />To go.<br /><br />From arm to arm.<br />From bed to bed.<br /><br />Because you must understand.<br /><br />This is the only love I know.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-7801720931866973092009-01-24T16:24:00.000-08:002009-01-24T16:26:51.552-08:00A Life CompleteIt's frigid outside<br />The sky's a grey hue<br />Yet even in this winter<br />I'm thinking of you<br />Here comes the rain<br />Flooding in<br />Yet even in my chaos<br />I'm thinking of you<br /><br />Cause you<br />Are what I need<br />My life is complete<br />My life is complete<br />You're what I need<br /><br />Here come the clouds<br />Dangle them over me<br />I won't go astray cause of darkness<br />I'm hanging in<br />Generate a storm<br />Bring it to me<br />I won't be shaken<br />I will not subside<br /><br />Cause you<br />Are what I need<br />My life is complete<br />My life is complete<br /><br />I am am no longer weak<br />I am no longer gullible<br />I refuse to let the enemy triumph over me<br />Cause it is finished<br />It is finished<br /><br />Here comes the sun<br />Shining on me<br />Penetrating within<br />For all to see<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you guys want to see a video of me singing it, send me your youtube account, cause it is a private video.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-80866516327861399432008-11-29T23:47:00.000-08:002008-12-01T00:06:28.368-08:00The fightIt's not fair<br />Having to compete with perfect skin<br /><br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with perfectly chiseled bodies<br /><br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with an Adonis<br /><br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with great personalities<br /><br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete against those stronger than you<br /><br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with stereotypes<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with the wealthy<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with beautiful voices<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with astronomical talents<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with friends<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete with family<br /><br /><br />It's not fair<br />Having to compete.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113745474792651552.post-25994844305374153032008-11-29T19:14:00.000-08:002008-11-29T23:47:22.754-08:00Are you proud of me?Someone once asked me,<br />Are you getting married?<br />I told them I didn't know.<br />They asked if it was because I didn't want to get married.<br /><br />No.<br />It's not that.<br /><br /><br />I dread the day I wed.<br />Not cause of my man.<br />Not cause of my friends.<br />Not cause of all the people that might dissapprove.<br />It's not that.<br /><br />I don't care about protestors.<br />I don't care about angry church leaders.<br />I don't care about homophobes, bashers or haters.<br />It's not that.<br /><br />You see, I love my parents.<br />And they love me.<br />I told them I was gay.<br />They were ok with it.<br /><br />But sometimes I can see that in their eyes<br />they just don't want it to be true.<br />We never talk about who I like, or who he was<br />Or what bar I went to on the weekend.<br /><br />We don't talk about my future,<br />How I want children<br />A house with that white picket fence<br />With a park, a playground, and big blue skies.<br /><br />It's their eyes.<br />Full of dissappointment.<br />When I look at their faces<br />Right before the altar.<br />Their fake smiles<br />Hiding the pain<br />They have in their hearts.<br /><br />I fear, looking at them holding his hand<br />I fear, seeing them clap for me as we kiss, yet not meaning it<br />I fear, they will love me less<br />I fear, they will always hate him<br />I fear, to see the dissappointment in their eyes.<br /><br />Again.CoverSonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285361917749894231noreply@blogger.com0