I'm throwing up the red light
Don't you see we're not tight
I cannot stand the face you show
Haven't I already told you to go
Leave me the fuck alone
Go ride your baby bike home
Stop ruining my life again
Gotta get it all down in pen
Before you go let me say one thing
I made room for someone else to put on that diamond ring.
Kiss kiss this
All I'm telling you is to kiss kiss this
'Cause babe you're running but it's in a circle
Don't you know that you can't keep coming back
So just one more thing before you go
Kiss kiss this.
I've never really cared for your old fat cat
Or the way you'd talk about your new tat
I don't give a crap about your time
Or the anything after I called you mine
Because you never went outside the box
I just sit watching the hand on the clocks
So kiss kiss this
All I'm telling you is to kiss kiss this
'Cause babe you're running but it's in a circle
Don't you know that you can't keep coming back
So just one more thing before you go
Kiss kiss this.
Back then I would have asked you
Do you believe in soul mates
Because if anything I do
And if anytime right now
And if anyone it's you
But now I'm telling you to
Kiss kiss this
All I'm telling you is to kiss kiss this
'Cause babe you're running but it's in a circle
Don't you know that you can't keep coming back
So just one more thing before you go
Kiss kiss this.
:-*
Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, August 15, 2013
How You Know
You may not care what others think,
But you sure as hell care what he thinks.
You can never look at him
Without thinking "he is so beautiful".
You always look back on what you did wrong
And what he did right.
You have a guilty pleasure
Of seeing him in your dreams.
You can't breathe when you think of him
Not wanting you.
You think about him all the time
Because so many things remind you of him.
You think you're over him,
But you know you never will be.
You accept all of his flaws
Easily.
You only cry you heart out
When it's over him.
Your heart soars every single time he talks to you,
Even if it's not a positive conversation.
You never worried about his loyalty
Because you trust him a little too much.
But you sure as hell care what he thinks.
You can never look at him
Without thinking "he is so beautiful".
You always look back on what you did wrong
And what he did right.
You have a guilty pleasure
Of seeing him in your dreams.
You can't breathe when you think of him
Not wanting you.
You think about him all the time
Because so many things remind you of him.
You think you're over him,
But you know you never will be.
You accept all of his flaws
Easily.
You only cry you heart out
When it's over him.
Your heart soars every single time he talks to you,
Even if it's not a positive conversation.
You never worried about his loyalty
Because you trust him a little too much.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Once and Once Again
He is the director of the game.
Personal instructions come with ease and obedience.
But the group conversation feels uncomfortable.
He arrives and I accept it with grace.
But I realize he's not supposed to be here.
This is my time.
To make this my time, I move on and avoid.
But someone slams me to the ground.
I'm hurt and upset.
He takes my hand.
I accept his offer and feel comfortable once again.
Personal instructions come with ease and obedience.
But the group conversation feels uncomfortable.
He arrives and I accept it with grace.
But I realize he's not supposed to be here.
This is my time.
To make this my time, I move on and avoid.
But someone slams me to the ground.
I'm hurt and upset.
He takes my hand.
I accept his offer and feel comfortable once again.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
She
She is lost.
Because of some not-so-stupid boy.
That's not how it's supposed to be.
She's supposed to be smiling for the hurting.
She doesn't accept this face.
She is blinded with love and doesn't know where to start.
There is just this empty, bottomless pit in her heart.
She can't help but hates the pain she ensures herself.
She wishes she had the power to just put it all on the shelf.
The weakness and heart ache that comes along with this game.
It's just not fun anymore, it's just not the same.
This room stinks of memories and happiness there was at a time.
But she doesn't speak of that time, nor of when he used the word "mine".
When she told you she'd never stop loving you, she didn't know how much that would hurt.
She thought that would be a beautiful, blissful feeling.
But she wishes it worked where the second you stopped loving her, she would just stop, too.
Instead of this constant pain and reminder that it could never happen.
Solely because you don't love her enough to try.
~ Lia Rose 5/13/13 - 5/19/13
Because of some not-so-stupid boy.
That's not how it's supposed to be.
She's supposed to be smiling for the hurting.
She doesn't accept this face.
She is blinded with love and doesn't know where to start.
There is just this empty, bottomless pit in her heart.
She can't help but hates the pain she ensures herself.
She wishes she had the power to just put it all on the shelf.
The weakness and heart ache that comes along with this game.
It's just not fun anymore, it's just not the same.
This room stinks of memories and happiness there was at a time.
But she doesn't speak of that time, nor of when he used the word "mine".
When she told you she'd never stop loving you, she didn't know how much that would hurt.
She thought that would be a beautiful, blissful feeling.
But she wishes it worked where the second you stopped loving her, she would just stop, too.
Instead of this constant pain and reminder that it could never happen.
Solely because you don't love her enough to try.
~ Lia Rose 5/13/13 - 5/19/13
Thursday, May 9, 2013
The Abyss
You only know empathy once you've been through the wreck.
Jingles along the dock smile because they know.
They're laughing at your pain because you have caused it on someone else before.
That person was scarred, scared, and lonely, while you're feeling sorry for yourself because now you have to endure the pain.
That's not fair.
This is the abyss, the young and the weak.
People go on because they don't understand the falling.
But they lay at home slowly decaying.
Stop the second you start, but open yourself up.
There is no right answer to the conflict of wishing.
There is no correct assignment of the truth.
The baffling action followed by the wavering cry.
Why does life listen to your fears?
Piling up, all at once the attack is made.
Hoping and fearing the unknown.
Coughing up the hate that builds is healing but not real.
It comes from the soul, the glimmering bit of excitement.
Bathing in the glory of tonight, none of this is right.
Everything about this is so right.
Just don't forget the meaning of the true dream.
The tactful goodbye will never be the end.
~ Lia Rose 5/8/13
Jingles along the dock smile because they know.
They're laughing at your pain because you have caused it on someone else before.
That person was scarred, scared, and lonely, while you're feeling sorry for yourself because now you have to endure the pain.
That's not fair.
This is the abyss, the young and the weak.
People go on because they don't understand the falling.
But they lay at home slowly decaying.
Stop the second you start, but open yourself up.
There is no right answer to the conflict of wishing.
There is no correct assignment of the truth.
The baffling action followed by the wavering cry.
Why does life listen to your fears?
Piling up, all at once the attack is made.
Hoping and fearing the unknown.
Coughing up the hate that builds is healing but not real.
It comes from the soul, the glimmering bit of excitement.
Bathing in the glory of tonight, none of this is right.
Everything about this is so right.
Just don't forget the meaning of the true dream.
The tactful goodbye will never be the end.
~ Lia Rose 5/8/13
Monday, May 6, 2013
The Happy One
So thoughtful was the spirit of the being.
So joyful was the day it all became this.
So painful was the pounding of the drum.
So hateful was the mind of the young one.
So graceful was the placement of the words.
So tame was the fire that burned inside.
So determined was the rain that fell on us.
So fearful was the bear that melted my heart.
So bright was the future of the song.
So scornful was the man who ate his bread.
So shriveled was the body that ached to be loved.
Just another day of complaints that all mean the same.
You'll never be the happy one if what you have
Is less important than what you don't.
So joyful was the day it all became this.
So painful was the pounding of the drum.
So hateful was the mind of the young one.
So graceful was the placement of the words.
So tame was the fire that burned inside.
So determined was the rain that fell on us.
So fearful was the bear that melted my heart.
So bright was the future of the song.
So scornful was the man who ate his bread.
So shriveled was the body that ached to be loved.
Just another day of complaints that all mean the same.
You'll never be the happy one if what you have
Is less important than what you don't.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
The Great Rejection
It's one of those days I'm missing you more than usual.
Do you miss me?
Probably not.
You said goodbye with such ease.
You ripped the band aid off so fast,
While I was still slowly peeling it back.
Smiling seems so fake now.
It's just my mouth saying "This would normally be funny,"
With my eyes saying "But I just can't seem to find happiness right now."
I hate those days where I miss you more than usual.
They're so painful and slow and real.
I never wanted to feel this way again,
But I guess that's just how it's supposed to be.
The smiles all mean nothing,
While my thoughts are my world.
Picturing the happy moments make it worse.
Because when I smiled I didn't know your thoughts.
They could have been the same as mine,
Or they could have been on "goodbye" the whole time.
Do you miss me?
Probably not.
You said goodbye with such ease.
You ripped the band aid off so fast,
While I was still slowly peeling it back.
Smiling seems so fake now.
It's just my mouth saying "This would normally be funny,"
With my eyes saying "But I just can't seem to find happiness right now."
I hate those days where I miss you more than usual.
They're so painful and slow and real.
I never wanted to feel this way again,
But I guess that's just how it's supposed to be.
The smiles all mean nothing,
While my thoughts are my world.
Picturing the happy moments make it worse.
Because when I smiled I didn't know your thoughts.
They could have been the same as mine,
Or they could have been on "goodbye" the whole time.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Spirit of Life
I made this in a graphic arts class I took freshman year of high school. I remember it as a pretty open ended project, so I guess I decided on this. It is inspired from the Unitarian Universalist hymn "Spirit of Life". We sing this song a lot in my congregation and I think everyone interprets it differently. The line "roots hold me close, wings set me free" always gets to me and I don't really even know why. I guess it just is kind of a slap in the face for me, as if saying "you should remember your past, but you have to move on". I've always been relatively good at accepting whatever life throws at me, but it's gotten harder as time goes on. This song is just a reminder to me that it's okay to hold on to the past, but not too much. Because there so much more to do and see in this world. I love this song and I hope I conveyed my love for it through this piece of art.
~ Lia Rose
Saturday, April 27, 2013
I Thought
I thought I was beautiful in your eyes,
But I was just another girl.
I thought I was special to you,
But those were the same words you said to her.
I thought I made you happy,
But you didn't stay.
I thought you loved me,
But I was just part of the game.
~ Lia Rose 2/28/13
But I was just another girl.
I thought I was special to you,
But those were the same words you said to her.
I thought I made you happy,
But you didn't stay.
I thought you loved me,
But I was just part of the game.
~ Lia Rose 2/28/13
Thursday, April 25, 2013
That Girl
I want to be THAT girl.
That girl that everyone envies, but can't seem to hate.
That girl that people go to for advice for their first date.
That girl that everyone can't wait to see.
That girl that everyone wants to be.
That girl whose smile lights up a room.
That girl who makes all the boys swoon.
You'll never see that girl sad,
You'll never see that girl mad.
She'll always sit the perfect way,
And listen to anything you have to say.
I want to be THAT girl.
The one with flowers in her hair and a sparkle in her eye.
The one with the perfect words to say when you come to her to cry.
The one with the perfect body and glossy hair to match
The one who can make the perfect brownies in just the first batch.
She'll rock your world and blow your mind,
With moves and ideas you thought you'd never find.
That wink, that grace,
That kindness, that face.
Every ounce of her being,
Everything you are seeing...
That's not who I am.
Do you see that strong tall tree?
That's the tree I would climb and scrape my knee.
Do you see that tiny house?
That's the house I grew up in and fought off that big mouse.
You know Pocahontas the movie?
That's what inspired my four year old self to respect the earth for its beauty.
Oh, and that singer P!nk?
I looked up to her because she didn't care what others would think.
There was a guy.
That's the guy that made me sigh.
There was a girl.
That's the girl who made me laugh and twirl.
I am THIS girl.
~ Lia Rose 3/29/13
That girl that everyone envies, but can't seem to hate.
That girl that people go to for advice for their first date.
That girl that everyone can't wait to see.
That girl that everyone wants to be.
That girl whose smile lights up a room.
That girl who makes all the boys swoon.
You'll never see that girl sad,
You'll never see that girl mad.
She'll always sit the perfect way,
And listen to anything you have to say.
I want to be THAT girl.
The one with flowers in her hair and a sparkle in her eye.
The one with the perfect words to say when you come to her to cry.
The one with the perfect body and glossy hair to match
The one who can make the perfect brownies in just the first batch.
She'll rock your world and blow your mind,
With moves and ideas you thought you'd never find.
That wink, that grace,
That kindness, that face.
Every ounce of her being,
Everything you are seeing...
That's not who I am.
Do you see that strong tall tree?
That's the tree I would climb and scrape my knee.
Do you see that tiny house?
That's the house I grew up in and fought off that big mouse.
You know Pocahontas the movie?
That's what inspired my four year old self to respect the earth for its beauty.
Oh, and that singer P!nk?
I looked up to her because she didn't care what others would think.
There was a guy.
That's the guy that made me sigh.
There was a girl.
That's the girl who made me laugh and twirl.
I am THIS girl.
~ Lia Rose 3/29/13
Sunday, April 14, 2013
The End is Always Near
I hate endings.
The end is always near.
You just never know how near.
There's no specific time or date.
It all depends.
Which is scary, but predictable in the way that it must happen eventually.
Nothing lasts forever and all that.
When something ends, it's done.
So abrupt, the way we say it:
"The End"
Like there's no possibility for continuity.
But isn't there always that possibility?
One day, you stumble upon each other.
The friends reunite.
The boyfriends find that spark.
The lovers love again.
There's always that possibility.
People always feel like it's the end of the world.
"This relationship needs to end."
"Our friendship is ending."
"This is the end."
It's all so dramatic.
No wonder people are lost after this.
We make it sound like it IS the end of the world.
Starting over after an ending isn't really starting over.
It seems like starting over because you don't have that person anymore.
Because you were someone with that person.
And now that someone has left along with that person.
But that someone is still you.
You've just reshaped yourself a bit.
You just have to make sure you reshape for the better.
Not for the worse.
You have lessons to learn and journeys to experience.
This was just one of them.
Endings are very scary.
No doubt.
But you can't hide in your closet, afraid the END monster will come back to bite you.
If you do this, you'll never gain those new lessons and experiences.
Endings hurt.
Of course.
But chances are, you will spend more time with those friends and partners than you will getting hurt by them.
Endings leave so much to be explored.
You can continue on with new adventures.
You can make new memories.
You will have more stories to tell.
Because this is a part of life.
Endings are just as important as beginnings.
I love endings.
The end is always near.
You just never know how near.
There's no specific time or date.
It all depends.
Which is scary, but predictable in the way that it must happen eventually.
Nothing lasts forever and all that.
When something ends, it's done.
So abrupt, the way we say it:
"The End"
Like there's no possibility for continuity.
But isn't there always that possibility?
One day, you stumble upon each other.
The friends reunite.
The boyfriends find that spark.
The lovers love again.
There's always that possibility.
People always feel like it's the end of the world.
"This relationship needs to end."
"Our friendship is ending."
"This is the end."
It's all so dramatic.
No wonder people are lost after this.
We make it sound like it IS the end of the world.
Starting over after an ending isn't really starting over.
It seems like starting over because you don't have that person anymore.
Because you were someone with that person.
And now that someone has left along with that person.
But that someone is still you.
You've just reshaped yourself a bit.
You just have to make sure you reshape for the better.
Not for the worse.
You have lessons to learn and journeys to experience.
This was just one of them.
Endings are very scary.
No doubt.
But you can't hide in your closet, afraid the END monster will come back to bite you.
If you do this, you'll never gain those new lessons and experiences.
Endings hurt.
Of course.
But chances are, you will spend more time with those friends and partners than you will getting hurt by them.
Endings leave so much to be explored.
You can continue on with new adventures.
You can make new memories.
You will have more stories to tell.
Because this is a part of life.
Endings are just as important as beginnings.
I love endings.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
The Romantics
"You know I have tried to change these feelings
I've done everything
Other guys
Other towns
Other jobs
And they say that it gets easier with time but it doesn't
If anything, the more time passes the more I miss him
I thought that I could get through this
I did
But I can't."
~ The Romantics, 2010
I've done everything
Other guys
Other towns
Other jobs
And they say that it gets easier with time but it doesn't
If anything, the more time passes the more I miss him
I thought that I could get through this
I did
But I can't."
~ The Romantics, 2010
Friday, April 12, 2013
Don't Tell Me About Reality
Don't tell me about reality
I know exactly what is real and what is in my head
If I say something that you don't agree with
Don't tell me it's not realistic
I'm saying it because I need to say it
I need the hope that goes along with saying it
Let me have that hope
For just a minute.
Don't tell me about reality
I'm perfectly aware that friendships don't last forever
That he probably won't like me back
That I don't have any money
That a lot of people dislike me
That world peace is impossible
That every life ends.
Don't tell me about reality
I've been smacked, pushed, and held down
But every time I've gotten back up
I've jumped up
I don't even know how I do it
I wish I did to pass on this ability
But it's just something I've found I've had to do
There's no other choice
Because I deserve better.
Don't tell me about reality
I've heard stories that I thought only happened in movies
These people have been abused, hated, and deprived
I have never been as disappointed
As when I heard the story of your sadness
Because you deserve all the happiness in the world
And never have I ever been as relieved
As when you told me you have made it this far.
Don't tell me about reality
Because my happiness comes from that glimmer of hope
Your eyes shine with possibility
That's why I prefer my mind
To your reality.
~ Lia Rose 4/12/13
I know exactly what is real and what is in my head
If I say something that you don't agree with
Don't tell me it's not realistic
I'm saying it because I need to say it
I need the hope that goes along with saying it
Let me have that hope
For just a minute.
Don't tell me about reality
I'm perfectly aware that friendships don't last forever
That he probably won't like me back
That I don't have any money
That a lot of people dislike me
That world peace is impossible
That every life ends.
Don't tell me about reality
I've been smacked, pushed, and held down
But every time I've gotten back up
I've jumped up
I don't even know how I do it
I wish I did to pass on this ability
But it's just something I've found I've had to do
There's no other choice
Because I deserve better.
Don't tell me about reality
I've heard stories that I thought only happened in movies
These people have been abused, hated, and deprived
I have never been as disappointed
As when I heard the story of your sadness
Because you deserve all the happiness in the world
And never have I ever been as relieved
As when you told me you have made it this far.
Don't tell me about reality
Because my happiness comes from that glimmer of hope
Your eyes shine with possibility
That's why I prefer my mind
To your reality.
~ Lia Rose 4/12/13
Never Can Go Back
Dark places we've gone
Rays of light have beamed
Hands trembling, sweating, shaking
Mind spinning and judging
Smooth surfaces to glide
No such thing as serenity
The looks we've exchanged
With the wave of our skin
Beauty can be born
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
Smiles up and down
But your eyes are despondent
Cannot wait for the day you return
Fate is true
No other reason to have met you
You mean the world to us all
Not just me but that one
She could never disregard you
Like that sign we should have seen
Bright and bold
Her regard is important to you
I put it off with disdain
How could you believe it?
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
Pounding on the ground runs our feet
Away from the truth we run
Operation in my head
Working on the rejection
How to let it go
Never want to admit the pain
Too much misery in this zone
Nothing is safe
Hate and truth and love and faith
Nothing can come true in a space of grime
The impurity of us
Tormenting me
Torturous delay
I can't get out of this pit
Crawling along
The wait is agonizing
How did I do it before?
It was never this bad
This is the worst of all
You don't mind
You're in no hurry
Don't worry
The depths are familiar to me
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
The wait is over
The end is near
No more going back now
We never can go back now
~ Lia Rose 4/12/13
Rays of light have beamed
Hands trembling, sweating, shaking
Mind spinning and judging
Smooth surfaces to glide
No such thing as serenity
The looks we've exchanged
With the wave of our skin
Beauty can be born
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
Smiles up and down
But your eyes are despondent
Cannot wait for the day you return
Fate is true
No other reason to have met you
You mean the world to us all
Not just me but that one
She could never disregard you
Like that sign we should have seen
Bright and bold
Her regard is important to you
I put it off with disdain
How could you believe it?
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
Pounding on the ground runs our feet
Away from the truth we run
Operation in my head
Working on the rejection
How to let it go
Never want to admit the pain
Too much misery in this zone
Nothing is safe
Hate and truth and love and faith
Nothing can come true in a space of grime
The impurity of us
Tormenting me
Torturous delay
I can't get out of this pit
Crawling along
The wait is agonizing
How did I do it before?
It was never this bad
This is the worst of all
You don't mind
You're in no hurry
Don't worry
The depths are familiar to me
Possibility is deadly
Complications never end
The ripples of peace are painful
Expectancy of danger
Stopping to take a breath
But wait
No breath to take
Suffocation around every corner
Curves and edges
What's the difference?
Both scary and shameful
Never can go back now
The wait is over
The end is near
No more going back now
We never can go back now
~ Lia Rose 4/12/13
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Just Another Love Song?
I've come to appreciate the rapper/artist Macklemore recently. He is a gifted writer because he writes from the heart and only ever speaks the truth. He became popular through the song "Thrift Shop" basically because of the line "Walk into the club, like 'what up, I gotta big cock". Which is sad, but it was what had to happen for him to be recognized for his actual talent. If you actually listen to the song, though, it's about commercialism and how ridiculous it is to pay $50 for a simple t-shirt that everyone else has. He has also written the songs "And We Danced", "Otherside", and "Same Love". These leave the messages of having fun and not regretting it, how awful it is that rap promotes drugs, and supporting same sex marriage. There are many other songs I could mention, but those seem to be the most popular.
I was just listening to "Love Song" from his first album called "The Language of My World". I like this song because yes, it is a love song, but it has so much more depth than, for example, Sarah Bareilles' "Love Song" about how she's not going to right him a love song... but obviously, it is a love song... so I guess she did? Anyway, Macklemore's song is very personal and shows his inner feelings (which he has a lot of).
The first time I heard it, I had no idea whether he loved this girl or not. One minute he was saying "This is maybe wife - the one that found me in a drought, pulled me out and made me right...", which was so sweet! Then he was all like "...and now you're leavin' town. Another couple thousand miles south, which leads to crazy fights. And I don't know how to deal with it, I gotta be real with ya." I automatically thought this was going to be all sad and heartbreaking that they couldn't be together. This thought continued because of the line "Sometimes the thing you love the most in this world you just gotta let it be. It hurts to have to set it free. And if it does, it doesn't work we both know that it was meant to breath." At this point, I was really upset and start relating this to my own life, which was something I really didn't want to do because admitting that you have to let something go... is really hard. Near the end of the song, the background singers sung "We been together but in my head, we would break apart..." Which leaves me officially shattered. It all hits too close to home and I decide I really don't like this song.
""And if your life truly flashes in front of you when you die, just know the best time of my life has been lovin' you. I love you, you know." ~ Macklemore, Love Song
I was just listening to "Love Song" from his first album called "The Language of My World". I like this song because yes, it is a love song, but it has so much more depth than, for example, Sarah Bareilles' "Love Song" about how she's not going to right him a love song... but obviously, it is a love song... so I guess she did? Anyway, Macklemore's song is very personal and shows his inner feelings (which he has a lot of).
The first time I heard it, I had no idea whether he loved this girl or not. One minute he was saying "This is maybe wife - the one that found me in a drought, pulled me out and made me right...", which was so sweet! Then he was all like "...and now you're leavin' town. Another couple thousand miles south, which leads to crazy fights. And I don't know how to deal with it, I gotta be real with ya." I automatically thought this was going to be all sad and heartbreaking that they couldn't be together. This thought continued because of the line "Sometimes the thing you love the most in this world you just gotta let it be. It hurts to have to set it free. And if it does, it doesn't work we both know that it was meant to breath." At this point, I was really upset and start relating this to my own life, which was something I really didn't want to do because admitting that you have to let something go... is really hard. Near the end of the song, the background singers sung "We been together but in my head, we would break apart..." Which leaves me officially shattered. It all hits too close to home and I decide I really don't like this song.
Within the next couple days, the song popped up on my iPod when it was on shuffle. I was doing homework at the time, so I wasn't really paying attention to it at first... but something caught my ear. "This ain't the same old love song cause we been through the depths where all the trust is gone. For months on end all we have is phone calls. But you know what makes it worth it?" This was when my ears perked up. "To watch someone progress, to have them watch you, someone that you respect and value and cry to. It's something so comforting cause it could bring so much truth." I had missed it. The first time around I had missed this part of the song. As I listened intently to the rest of the song, I heard "But it could work. I'm attemptin' it. Nah, we're livin' it. To keep defining and redefining what love and commitment is." He was determined to stay with her. I hadn't been able to decipher what the background singers were singing in the chorus (a personal pet peeve of mine) the first time, but I got it this time. "Every time I can't ignore you. Every time I come around I see your face always movin'." I finally understood it. He wasn't sure if this relationship would work out, but he couldn't ignore his love for her.
THIS is why I love Macklemore. This is not just another love song; it's truth. Our emotions are confusing and sway back and forth, which is completely understandable for the subject matter in this song. He wrote exactly what was going on in his head and probably figured a lot of it out by putting it down in writing. I love that I had to decipher the message. Having something that challenges my mind and feelings is nice, because songs like "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" and "Sexy and I Know It" don't exactly leave me with questions other then "Why the hell did I just listen to this?". I just love that Macklemore is different. He's not one of those rappers who only talk about sex, drugs, naked ladies, and 'love'. He talks about real issues, such as gay marriage and politics.
I don't always listen to rap... but when I do, it's Macklemore.
""And if your life truly flashes in front of you when you die, just know the best time of my life has been lovin' you. I love you, you know." ~ Macklemore, Love Song
Monday, April 8, 2013
Him
He's so beautiful.
He's the kind of beautiful you want to just stare at forever.
Smiling at him almost seems like a crime, because I could never match that beauty.
When he looks at me in the hallway, my stomach turns.
I'll never forgive him for that.
For walking past my life on a daily basis.
There's so much there.
Between us.
It's one of those undeniable attractions.
We walk to the same beat.
We both smile down at our feet.
If you said there was no tension, you'd be blind.
It's one of those rare connections that's hard to find.
Simple words can turn into complicated feelings.
Tomorrow, he'll look at me again.
And I'll smile.
And he'll still be beautiful.
Friday, April 5, 2013
The Ultimate Question
Why do good girls like bad boys?
The assumed definition of "bad boy"*: a male who only uses females for sex.
The actual definition of "bad boy"*: a male who has ever let down a female at any point in their life.
*Same goes for "bad girls" towards males. As well as females towards females, males towards males, etc.
I have a lot of friends who consider themselves "good guys" and wonder why the girls they like go for the "jerks" or "bad boys".
First of all, you're assuming there are no "bad girls". There are plenty of girls out there who do the same things to guys as the "bad boys" do to girls. Also, considering the girl chose a "bad boy", how do you know she's not in fact a "bad girl", as well? Yes, she may be a nice person, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a bad side to her.
Second, you're generalizing boys into two categories: good and bad. We all know for a fact that there are many guys who have treated some girls badly, but treated others like angels. It all depends on whether they really like them or not.
Finally, to all you "good guys" out there. Are you really a good guy? Have you ever let a girl down? Well, if you have then you've probably been considered a "bad boy" at one time in your life, because the person who lets the other person down is considered the "bad" person.
In conclusion, it's all about personal preference. If the "good guy" doesn't get the girl, that probably just means she is not the right girl for him anyway. If she prefers to be treated badly by someone, that's her choice. One day, everyone will find someone who loves them for who they are, live happily ever after, blah blah blah. The end.
Q&A
If you let someone down, are you actually a bad person?
No. It's better to let someone down when you know you're not attracted to them rather than lead them on and have it end even worse later on.
If she didn't choose the "good guy", does that make her a "bad girl" or even a bad person?
No. She is probably just more attracted to the "bad boy". If she changes her mind and gets tired of the "bad boy", she'll eventually look for someone else.
The assumed definition of "bad boy"*: a male who only uses females for sex.
The actual definition of "bad boy"*: a male who has ever let down a female at any point in their life.
*Same goes for "bad girls" towards males. As well as females towards females, males towards males, etc.
I have a lot of friends who consider themselves "good guys" and wonder why the girls they like go for the "jerks" or "bad boys".
First of all, you're assuming there are no "bad girls". There are plenty of girls out there who do the same things to guys as the "bad boys" do to girls. Also, considering the girl chose a "bad boy", how do you know she's not in fact a "bad girl", as well? Yes, she may be a nice person, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a bad side to her.
Second, you're generalizing boys into two categories: good and bad. We all know for a fact that there are many guys who have treated some girls badly, but treated others like angels. It all depends on whether they really like them or not.
Finally, to all you "good guys" out there. Are you really a good guy? Have you ever let a girl down? Well, if you have then you've probably been considered a "bad boy" at one time in your life, because the person who lets the other person down is considered the "bad" person.
In conclusion, it's all about personal preference. If the "good guy" doesn't get the girl, that probably just means she is not the right girl for him anyway. If she prefers to be treated badly by someone, that's her choice. One day, everyone will find someone who loves them for who they are, live happily ever after, blah blah blah. The end.
Q&A
If you let someone down, are you actually a bad person?
No. It's better to let someone down when you know you're not attracted to them rather than lead them on and have it end even worse later on.
If she didn't choose the "good guy", does that make her a "bad girl" or even a bad person?
No. She is probably just more attracted to the "bad boy". If she changes her mind and gets tired of the "bad boy", she'll eventually look for someone else.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Four Elements
The love in the earth is filling our hearts.
The hate in the fire is corrupting our ways.
The calmness in the water is cleansing the pain.
The beauty in the air is going unnoticed.
~ Lia Rose 4/3/13
The hate in the fire is corrupting our ways.
The calmness in the water is cleansing the pain.
The beauty in the air is going unnoticed.
~ Lia Rose 4/3/13
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
This Is Nothing But True
There's a smile on my face and warmth in my heart,
This feels like it could be a new start.
The beginning of something fun,
Something I can bath in just like the sun.
No drowning here,
Just floating without fear.
Grab my hand and guide me through,
I know this is nothing but true.
The embrace of the earth takes me in,
And makes me happier than I have ever been.
Your smile is so beautiful it makes me soar,
So you just reach up and pull me back to the core.
The more I think about it,
The better we seem to fit.
The pieces fall into place so completely,
It helps me believe those words you said so sweetly.
I'm so relaxed because nothing could go wrong,
I've never in all my life felt this strong.
But the boulder becomes heavy all at once,
It happens as fast as a cougar can pounce.
I open my eyes
And slowly begin to realize
I'm sweating and trembling and gasping for air,
And thinking to myself "These dreams are so unfair."
~ Lia Rose 4/2/13
This feels like it could be a new start.
The beginning of something fun,
Something I can bath in just like the sun.
No drowning here,
Just floating without fear.
Grab my hand and guide me through,
I know this is nothing but true.
The embrace of the earth takes me in,
And makes me happier than I have ever been.
Your smile is so beautiful it makes me soar,
So you just reach up and pull me back to the core.
The more I think about it,
The better we seem to fit.
The pieces fall into place so completely,
It helps me believe those words you said so sweetly.
I'm so relaxed because nothing could go wrong,
I've never in all my life felt this strong.
But the boulder becomes heavy all at once,
It happens as fast as a cougar can pounce.
I open my eyes
And slowly begin to realize
I'm sweating and trembling and gasping for air,
And thinking to myself "These dreams are so unfair."
~ Lia Rose 4/2/13
Monday, April 1, 2013
Standing Up For Your Love
A friend of mine dated this boy who
would never buy her flowers. She would get really upset about this
and didn't understand why he didn't love her enough to get her
flowers. I asked her whether she loved him. Yes, very much so. Did he
love her? Everyone knew he did. “Then, honey, if what you think
embodies that love is flowers, you have to tell him! He won't know
this unless you tell him, silly!” She ended up telling him and
every time they went on a date he would buy her a bouquet of her
favorite flowers.
Sometimes it's the little things that
you have to work for in a relationship, like telling them you like flowers. Other times, it's much bigger
things like parents who won't accept the relationship, long distance
relationships, or a whole portion of the population that thinks your
relationship is a sin. But they're all things that can be conquered
if you fight for it. If someone doesn't think you should be together
or the universe won't allow the gap to close between you two, that's
unfortunate. But if you love that person enough, it is possible to
work through.
~ Lia Rose 3/30/13
Monogamy
“If you love two people at the same
time, choose the second one. Because if you really loved the first
one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second.” Johnny Depp has a
point.
But maybe some people just can't be in
monogamous relationships. They can't stay true to someone because
they have so much to give, but can't seem to direct all towards one
person. Our society puts a lot of stress on monogamous relationships.
Two people, one relationship. Some people just can't do that.
Whatever floats their boat, I guess.
Personally, I'd prefer to be in love
with one person while unconditionally loving everybody else (in a
much different way). But then I think about having to put up with one
person for the rest of my life. I mean, I can't even eat one type of
food two days in a row. That might be a problem when it comes to
monogamy. That's probably why the divorce rate is so high. People
just need variety. That just how we are as humans.
People always say
“once a cheater, always a cheater.” I see that working in some
cases, but not others. If that person just can't stay true to one
person ever and admits they can't love one person for a long period
of time, then fine. I see where the consistency of being a cheater
would come into play, but then there's the other cases. I'm talking
about the cases where someone has cheated before, but once they find
that one person... it changes. They may not have stayed true to
others, but they finally fall in love. In this case, they probably
cheated because they weren't truly happy in their other
relationships. While in this specific one, they have found what they
were looking for and don't need anything more.
~ Lia Rose 3/30/13
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
It's All In Your Head
It's the mention. The pure mention of the thing. The thing that sets me off, irritates my brain, and scratches my soul. Uh oh. Oh no. I know that word or action will eat me up. I know it will come now, so I just wait.
It's the tingling. The uncomfortable tingling in the tips of my fingers and core of my stomach. Here it comes. I know this is it. This is the beginning of the process. It's just the beginning.
It's the flashes. The flashes that send me back to the worst cases. The worst times. The worst triggers, the worst attacks, the worst associations to this issue. They all flash through my head and make it hard to breathe. "It's all in your head..."
It's the pain. The pain in my stomach, the uncomfortable numbness. The worried eyes. The hot and cold flashes. The inability to sit still. Constantly worried, constantly tapping my feet, fidgeting my fingers, rocking back and forth. "It's all in your head..."
It's the seeking. The seeking for help from someone trustworthy. "I don't feel very well." Damn, I hate saying that. It just makes it worse. It's affirming the illness. Affirming the pain. But it can't be real. "It's all in your head..."
It's the remembering. Well, last time I actually got sick, I was wearing this. Last time, I ate this. Last time, I was shivering like this.Last time, my stomach did that. Last time, I slept on this side. "It's all in your head."
It's the accuracy. Wow, this feels real. This is it. It's happening. I don't know what to do. What can I do? "It's all in your head."
It's the resources. If I eat this, I will feel better. If I lay like this, the pain will go away. If I try to clear my mind, it will all go away. "It's all in your head."
STOP.
It's not real. It's all in my head. It's not the time. It's all in my head. It's because of that mention. It's all in my head. I'm fine. It's all in my head.
I'm fine. It's all in my head.
Some people handle anxiety better than others. Some people don't have it as bad as others. This is my process. This is what happens and goes through my head. It's what keeps me up at night. It's what constantly worries me. Some people have anxiety attacks based on traumatic events, social anxiety, or obsessive compulsive. I have my attacks based on a phobia. I have emetophobia, which is the fear of vomiting. It may sound stupid, but this anxiety has eaten me alive. It's the littlest mention or thought of the thing that sets me off. I've gotten better, but it was really bad for a while. It was happening on a daily basis. I mean, I'm afraid of a normal bodily function. It's hard to not hear about it.
I hope you never have to deal with anxiety, because it is truly terrifying. Your brain can do crazy things. It can make the pain feel so real.
But it's not. It's all in your head.
~ Lia Rose 3/27/13
It's the tingling. The uncomfortable tingling in the tips of my fingers and core of my stomach. Here it comes. I know this is it. This is the beginning of the process. It's just the beginning.
It's the flashes. The flashes that send me back to the worst cases. The worst times. The worst triggers, the worst attacks, the worst associations to this issue. They all flash through my head and make it hard to breathe. "It's all in your head..."
It's the pain. The pain in my stomach, the uncomfortable numbness. The worried eyes. The hot and cold flashes. The inability to sit still. Constantly worried, constantly tapping my feet, fidgeting my fingers, rocking back and forth. "It's all in your head..."
It's the seeking. The seeking for help from someone trustworthy. "I don't feel very well." Damn, I hate saying that. It just makes it worse. It's affirming the illness. Affirming the pain. But it can't be real. "It's all in your head..."
It's the remembering. Well, last time I actually got sick, I was wearing this. Last time, I ate this. Last time, I was shivering like this.Last time, my stomach did that. Last time, I slept on this side. "It's all in your head."
It's the accuracy. Wow, this feels real. This is it. It's happening. I don't know what to do. What can I do? "It's all in your head."
It's the resources. If I eat this, I will feel better. If I lay like this, the pain will go away. If I try to clear my mind, it will all go away. "It's all in your head."
STOP.
It's not real. It's all in my head. It's not the time. It's all in my head. It's because of that mention. It's all in my head. I'm fine. It's all in my head.
I'm fine. It's all in my head.
Some people handle anxiety better than others. Some people don't have it as bad as others. This is my process. This is what happens and goes through my head. It's what keeps me up at night. It's what constantly worries me. Some people have anxiety attacks based on traumatic events, social anxiety, or obsessive compulsive. I have my attacks based on a phobia. I have emetophobia, which is the fear of vomiting. It may sound stupid, but this anxiety has eaten me alive. It's the littlest mention or thought of the thing that sets me off. I've gotten better, but it was really bad for a while. It was happening on a daily basis. I mean, I'm afraid of a normal bodily function. It's hard to not hear about it.
I hope you never have to deal with anxiety, because it is truly terrifying. Your brain can do crazy things. It can make the pain feel so real.
But it's not. It's all in your head.
~ Lia Rose 3/27/13
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Balance
Being a part of something bigger than myself.
Walking down the hallway with a group of people.
Driving along with a pack of cars.
Running with a group of people in gym class.
Group hugs.
Laughing at the same time as everyone else.
Swaying with the wind.
A chain of people holding hands.
Singing along with a group of people.
Having seen the same picture on Tumblr.
Crying with others.
Having the same taste in music.
Being a part of something bigger than myself.
Being myself.
Smiling.
Having to explain concepts/ideas/truths to people.
Jamming out without caring who is watching.
Observing people that seem interesting.
Laughing at inappropriate times.
Finding new music that none of my friends know about.
Standing in sprinklers in the middle of college campuses for long periods of time.
Hugging without words, but making sure they know it means "Everything will be okay. I love you unconditionally."
Meeting new people.
Enjoying attention.
Accepting the flaws.
Being myself.
Walking down the hallway with a group of people.
Driving along with a pack of cars.
Running with a group of people in gym class.
Group hugs.
Laughing at the same time as everyone else.
Swaying with the wind.
A chain of people holding hands.
Singing along with a group of people.
Having seen the same picture on Tumblr.
Crying with others.
Having the same taste in music.
Being a part of something bigger than myself.
Being myself.
Smiling.
Having to explain concepts/ideas/truths to people.
Jamming out without caring who is watching.
Observing people that seem interesting.
Laughing at inappropriate times.
Finding new music that none of my friends know about.
Standing in sprinklers in the middle of college campuses for long periods of time.
Hugging without words, but making sure they know it means "Everything will be okay. I love you unconditionally."
Meeting new people.
Enjoying attention.
Accepting the flaws.
Being myself.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I'm Sorry For Not Being Sorry
I'm sorry for staring.
I'm sorry for caring.
I'm sorry for ever telling you how I feel.
I'm sorry thinking about you during every meal.
I'm sorry that you lied.
I'm sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry for annoying you with a text.
I'm sorry for wondering what comes next.
I'm sorry calling you that one day.
I'm sorry for smiling at you when you look the other way.
I'm sorry for reminiscing.
I'm sorry for all the kissing.
I'm sorry that this love is so rare.
I'm sorry for always being there.
I can't help loving you. If I could choose a love, it definitely wouldn't be you. But you make me smile and you make me laugh. I've never been able to just let go and give someone my all. You make it so easy, you don't even know. You say it's so complicated, but that's all in your head. I don't know what it is, but it's bumming me out. It would be so fun, it would be so free. I never want to be away from you, you're just so special. I can't believe you don't see how you are so beautiful. You're SO beautiful. You know I think so. There's no doubt in my head that you're not the one. The one guy who can take it all away. All the stress and hate and hurt. You make me feel special and happy. I can't help it. I wish I could apologize for it all. All the words we've exchanged. I wish I didn't mean it, but I do. I'm sorry... but I'm not sorry. I can't help loving you.
~ Lia Rose 3/25/13
I'm sorry for caring.
I'm sorry for ever telling you how I feel.
I'm sorry thinking about you during every meal.
I'm sorry that you lied.
I'm sorry that I cried.
I'm sorry for annoying you with a text.
I'm sorry for wondering what comes next.
I'm sorry calling you that one day.
I'm sorry for smiling at you when you look the other way.
I'm sorry for reminiscing.
I'm sorry for all the kissing.
I'm sorry that this love is so rare.
I'm sorry for always being there.
I can't help loving you. If I could choose a love, it definitely wouldn't be you. But you make me smile and you make me laugh. I've never been able to just let go and give someone my all. You make it so easy, you don't even know. You say it's so complicated, but that's all in your head. I don't know what it is, but it's bumming me out. It would be so fun, it would be so free. I never want to be away from you, you're just so special. I can't believe you don't see how you are so beautiful. You're SO beautiful. You know I think so. There's no doubt in my head that you're not the one. The one guy who can take it all away. All the stress and hate and hurt. You make me feel special and happy. I can't help it. I wish I could apologize for it all. All the words we've exchanged. I wish I didn't mean it, but I do. I'm sorry... but I'm not sorry. I can't help loving you.
~ Lia Rose 3/25/13
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
I Don't Understand
I don't understand, please explain.
That makes no sense, why complain?
The way people glare,
The way people stare,
The way people are so rude,
And give others so much attitude.
So what if he's gay?
So what if the things they say
Challenge your ideas and attempt to stretch your mind?
You may discover something you wouldn't otherwise find.
So what if she's clumsy and trips over her own feet?
So what if you may not enjoy the same things they eat?
Our minds were made to expand and broaden and grow
So that we can learn things we don't know.
If you cannot learn to accept the way others live their life,
Please explain to me so we can resolve this strife.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Memories
I know it's not just me,
I can't be me.
The memories, the flashes, the falls, the crashes.
One minute I'm beautiful,
The next I'm trash.
But that's how life works, man.
Opinions, opinions, all different and then
They decide on one thing, only to change it again.
Sometime I feel the pain rushing through my veins,
Others it's just there. Lingering.
A flash and BAM!
It's all right there.
No triggers, no warning.
It's just not fair.
~ Lia Rose, 2012
I can't be me.
The memories, the flashes, the falls, the crashes.
One minute I'm beautiful,
The next I'm trash.
But that's how life works, man.
Opinions, opinions, all different and then
They decide on one thing, only to change it again.
Sometime I feel the pain rushing through my veins,
Others it's just there. Lingering.
A flash and BAM!
It's all right there.
No triggers, no warning.
It's just not fair.
~ Lia Rose, 2012
Monday, March 11, 2013
Stolen
I'm going back, I'm going back again.
Don't let me go there and be there, 'cause then
I'll start having feelings, I'll start taking time
To think about what used to be mine.
I used to have a boyfriend, two best friends, two dogs.
I used to wear punk clothes and ate like a hog.
A grandpa, a heart,
and a nice body for a start.
Now it's all gone,
But the thing for which I long
Isn't the friends, the clothes,
The boyfriend with a button nose.
It's the heart I want, the heart I'll take
Over anything, for it's the heart that makes
The love I give for the people I miss.
But that was stolen along with a kiss.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
Don't let me go there and be there, 'cause then
I'll start having feelings, I'll start taking time
To think about what used to be mine.
I used to have a boyfriend, two best friends, two dogs.
I used to wear punk clothes and ate like a hog.
A grandpa, a heart,
and a nice body for a start.
Now it's all gone,
But the thing for which I long
Isn't the friends, the clothes,
The boyfriend with a button nose.
It's the heart I want, the heart I'll take
Over anything, for it's the heart that makes
The love I give for the people I miss.
But that was stolen along with a kiss.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
Saturday, March 9, 2013
For The Hurting - It's Not Your Turn
I have my faults, everyone does,
But I smile and carry on because
You know you can't be perfect, you know it can't be done.
I know I say that a lot, but I'm not the only one.
You try, you try, you try again,
You cry, you cry, you cry and then
You pull up your chin, smile, and say:
"It's okay that it didn't work out that way."
I've made mistakes, yes, quite a few,
But come on, I mean that's nothing new.
I've cheated, I've lied, I've stolen, I've cried,
People have told me it'd be better if I just died.
"No way," I'd say,
People need me to be okay.
Being strong is a hard thing to learn,
But believe me when I say, it's not your turn.
To be the one to give no more kisses,
To be the one everyone misses.
Your heart is strong and your head is in the right place.
Now just take some deep breaths and set your own pace.
Your body is your own, your mind is a maze
That can lead you into a very dark haze.
Everyone goes through good times and bad,
But it's not your turn to go mad.
If you ever doubt yourself, just look up at the stars.
I love you unconditionally, regardless of the scars.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
But I smile and carry on because
You know you can't be perfect, you know it can't be done.
I know I say that a lot, but I'm not the only one.
You try, you try, you try again,
You cry, you cry, you cry and then
You pull up your chin, smile, and say:
"It's okay that it didn't work out that way."
I've made mistakes, yes, quite a few,
But come on, I mean that's nothing new.
I've cheated, I've lied, I've stolen, I've cried,
People have told me it'd be better if I just died.
"No way," I'd say,
People need me to be okay.
Being strong is a hard thing to learn,
But believe me when I say, it's not your turn.
To be the one to give no more kisses,
To be the one everyone misses.
Your heart is strong and your head is in the right place.
Now just take some deep breaths and set your own pace.
Your body is your own, your mind is a maze
That can lead you into a very dark haze.
Everyone goes through good times and bad,
But it's not your turn to go mad.
If you ever doubt yourself, just look up at the stars.
I love you unconditionally, regardless of the scars.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
Friday, March 8, 2013
Who Am I?
I know who I want to be,
But I'm struggling with me.
I laugh, I cry,
I accept, I try.
But don't worry about me, I'm just trying to be
Someone I'm not, but someone I see.
In my dreams, on the screen,
And I know just what they mean.
They're telling me "This is what you love, this is who you are!"
But sometimes it seems way too far.
Far away from the truth, far away from what is real.
I think about it day and night, for every meal.
I'll sit there, smiling, playing along with the crowd,
Sitting there, knowing my parents are proud.
Yet this isn't her, this isn't the one!
This transformation is not quite done.
The clothes have changed, the handwriting, too.
Almost everything I do is shiny and new.
"Am I done, am I done?" I wonder every day.
No, of course not. But I'm headed the right way.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
But I'm struggling with me.
I laugh, I cry,
I accept, I try.
But don't worry about me, I'm just trying to be
Someone I'm not, but someone I see.
In my dreams, on the screen,
And I know just what they mean.
They're telling me "This is what you love, this is who you are!"
But sometimes it seems way too far.
Far away from the truth, far away from what is real.
I think about it day and night, for every meal.
I'll sit there, smiling, playing along with the crowd,
Sitting there, knowing my parents are proud.
Yet this isn't her, this isn't the one!
This transformation is not quite done.
The clothes have changed, the handwriting, too.
Almost everything I do is shiny and new.
"Am I done, am I done?" I wonder every day.
No, of course not. But I'm headed the right way.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Times Like These
It's times like these when I feel hopeless.
Hopeless isn't the right word.
Maybe helpless.
That doesn't describe it, though.
Useless.
But that's not it.
Definitely flabbergasted.
Wow, that was dorky.
Happy?
Too simple.
Energized.
But I'm still so tired.
Exuberant!
No.
Fulfilled.
I'm getting close, I promise.
I feel complete.
It's times like these when I'm speechless.
It's times like these when I know I'm in love.
~Lia Rose 1/14/13
Hopeless isn't the right word.
Maybe helpless.
That doesn't describe it, though.
Useless.
But that's not it.
Definitely flabbergasted.
Wow, that was dorky.
Happy?
Too simple.
Energized.
But I'm still so tired.
Exuberant!
No.
Fulfilled.
I'm getting close, I promise.
I feel complete.
It's times like these when I'm speechless.
It's times like these when I know I'm in love.
~Lia Rose 1/14/13
Please
Please
think more deeP
Please
understand how I feeL
Please
don’t leave mE
Please,
with eyes as blue as the seA
Please
give me one last kisS
Please,
tell me if you love mE
~ Lia Rose 6/21/11
I Wonder
I wonder why you ever liked me,
I wonder why we even met,
I wonder why you were so shy,
I wonder why you always took their side,
I wonder how much you even cared,
I wonder why you broke my heart,
I wonder where we will end up,
And I wonder why I ever fell for you in the first place.
~ Lia Rose 6/21/11
Unlovable?
"Why doesn't he love me?"
That's all we ask.
"What's wrong with me?"
That's all we ask.
"Am I unlovable?"
That's all we ask.
We never stop to think about how we don't love everyone. There are people out there who have liked us, but whom we haven't liked in return. This is just the reverse. They don't love everyone. It's okay that not everyone is in love with you. We pride ourselves on what others think of us, especially the ones we like. It's okay to be different, it's okay to be you.
Not everyone is going to love you and that's okay.
Just wake up the next morning and say, "Hey, it's a new day."
~ Lia Rose, February 2013
That's all we ask.
"What's wrong with me?"
That's all we ask.
"Am I unlovable?"
That's all we ask.
We never stop to think about how we don't love everyone. There are people out there who have liked us, but whom we haven't liked in return. This is just the reverse. They don't love everyone. It's okay that not everyone is in love with you. We pride ourselves on what others think of us, especially the ones we like. It's okay to be different, it's okay to be you.
Not everyone is going to love you and that's okay.
Just wake up the next morning and say, "Hey, it's a new day."
~ Lia Rose, February 2013
Who Cares?
I know I care,
I know you care.
Smiling may be a mask,
But it doesn't have to be.
I know what would make me happy,
But what about you?
That pretty face, that kind warm heart.
You have to care,
Your acting skills aren't the best.
That happiness wasn't fake,
We weren't on a stage.
You'd never lie to me,
I know.
I know you care,
I know you're not fake,
I know you wouldn't lie.
You're so beautiful to me,
I know you.
I know the real you.
And I'll just keep telling myself this until it's actually true.
~ Lia Rose 3/6/13
I know you care.
Smiling may be a mask,
But it doesn't have to be.
I know what would make me happy,
But what about you?
That pretty face, that kind warm heart.
You have to care,
Your acting skills aren't the best.
That happiness wasn't fake,
We weren't on a stage.
You'd never lie to me,
I know.
I know you care,
I know you're not fake,
I know you wouldn't lie.
You're so beautiful to me,
I know you.
I know the real you.
And I'll just keep telling myself this until it's actually true.
~ Lia Rose 3/6/13
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Are You Okay?
I've run out of things to say
When people ask me if I'm okay.
Sometimes I smile and say "Yeah, I'm fine."
But other times I lose my mind.
I'll break down in tears and scream "No no no!"
And I'll feel like there's nowhere to go.
Then I'll sit up straight and realize
There's so much more pain in your eyes.
I'm sitting here crying about nowhere to go,
While you're the one with a recently broken home.
"I'm thankful," I'll say
And push my tears away.
Please, wrap your arms around me
And just come be.
You're a beautiful person,
You'll never have to be lonesome.
You can cry on my shoulder,
Please don't forget that as we get older.
I need you and you need me,
The crying makes that easy to see.
Please try to smile and don't let it fade
Even if the sky has turned to a different shade.
I'm okay, I'm okay, you need this more
Than if someone has simply called me a whore.
My arms are open for your embrace,
It will take the tears off of both of our face.
I love you very much and all I ask of you
Is give me a smile and say: "I love you, too."
~ Lia Rose 7/15/12
When people ask me if I'm okay.
Sometimes I smile and say "Yeah, I'm fine."
But other times I lose my mind.
I'll break down in tears and scream "No no no!"
And I'll feel like there's nowhere to go.
Then I'll sit up straight and realize
There's so much more pain in your eyes.
I'm sitting here crying about nowhere to go,
While you're the one with a recently broken home.
"I'm thankful," I'll say
And push my tears away.
Please, wrap your arms around me
And just come be.
You're a beautiful person,
You'll never have to be lonesome.
You can cry on my shoulder,
Please don't forget that as we get older.
I need you and you need me,
The crying makes that easy to see.
Please try to smile and don't let it fade
Even if the sky has turned to a different shade.
I'm okay, I'm okay, you need this more
Than if someone has simply called me a whore.
My arms are open for your embrace,
It will take the tears off of both of our face.
I love you very much and all I ask of you
Is give me a smile and say: "I love you, too."
~ Lia Rose 7/15/12
19 Things I Love About You
I love your smile, your hair,
The way you sit in your chair,
Your laugh, your jokes,
The way you tickle me with pokes,
Your fingers, your toes,
The way to touch my nose,
Your hands, your face,
The way you win every race,
Your eyes, your stance,
The way you say you can't dance,
Your arms, your chest,
The way you always look your best.
But above the rest, I love you best,
Because I know this love is a test.
~ Lia Rose 7/27/12
The way you sit in your chair,
Your laugh, your jokes,
The way you tickle me with pokes,
Your fingers, your toes,
The way to touch my nose,
Your hands, your face,
The way you win every race,
Your eyes, your stance,
The way you say you can't dance,
Your arms, your chest,
The way you always look your best.
But above the rest, I love you best,
Because I know this love is a test.
~ Lia Rose 7/27/12
Loving Friend
You say you're here, but you're not.
You say you're here, but you haven't got
That mental pull, that emotional string
The one that has pulled me under your wing.
You may be smiling, but I know you'd rather be
With someone much different than me.
Your physical warmth is comforting when sent,
But when I think about it, I know you never said what you meant.
You meant to say: "Oh, loving friend...
You knew this would come to an end.
I'm ready to move on, so you should be, too."
"But I'm not, I'm not!" I'd scream back at you.
~ Lia Rose, 5/24/12
You say you're here, but you haven't got
That mental pull, that emotional string
The one that has pulled me under your wing.
You may be smiling, but I know you'd rather be
With someone much different than me.
Your physical warmth is comforting when sent,
But when I think about it, I know you never said what you meant.
You meant to say: "Oh, loving friend...
You knew this would come to an end.
I'm ready to move on, so you should be, too."
"But I'm not, I'm not!" I'd scream back at you.
~ Lia Rose, 5/24/12
How Dear
I don't think we have much time left.
A year?
That may be all before we move away or move on.
A tear?
That's all that will show when I think of your face.
A fear?
Of never having to the love I know we both share.
Because there's no one more dear
In this world full of fear
And if one tear
Showed how much I care, I'd cry for a year
And admit that still those are not enough
To show you just how dear you are to me.
~ Lia Rose, 3/28/12
A year?
That may be all before we move away or move on.
A tear?
That's all that will show when I think of your face.
A fear?
Of never having to the love I know we both share.
Because there's no one more dear
In this world full of fear
And if one tear
Showed how much I care, I'd cry for a year
And admit that still those are not enough
To show you just how dear you are to me.
~ Lia Rose, 3/28/12
One Flower
One flower stands apart,
One flower stole my heart,
But I'll need it back if you want me
To move on from you, I plea.
It is my heart, it belongs to me,
But then you took it forcefully.
You love me not, or so you said,
So just get out of my poor head.
Yet, then you pause and give a sigh,
Which lifts my spirits way up high.
You grab my hand and whisper kind,
"I'll give you yours... if you give me mine."
~ Lia Rose, 2012
One flower stole my heart,
But I'll need it back if you want me
To move on from you, I plea.
It is my heart, it belongs to me,
But then you took it forcefully.
You love me not, or so you said,
So just get out of my poor head.
Yet, then you pause and give a sigh,
Which lifts my spirits way up high.
You grab my hand and whisper kind,
"I'll give you yours... if you give me mine."
~ Lia Rose, 2012
Being Unitarian Universalist
We are smart. We are really smart. Smart enough to use the word intelligent.
We love. We love more than you can even imagine. We love each other, we love anyone who wants to be loved, who needs to be loved.
We smile. We smile because we know that it's the only way to get through these impossible times we call life. We smile because we know that sometimes all somebody needs to make their day better is a smile. A genuine smile.
We laugh. We laugh until our faces turn red, and even then we continue to laugh. Telling a joke or making a silly face can cure any kind of sadness.
We breathe. We breathe in each other's warmth and each other's sorrows, and exhale happiness to be shared by all. We breathe to relieve, we breathe to heal.
We accept. We accept... We accept anyone and everyone who lives on our beautiful planet. Gay, straight, bisexual, transsexual, white, black, Russian, Swedish, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Pagan, EVERYONE.
We are Unitarian Universalists, and we love you.
~ Lia Rose 4/5/12
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