A Few Words...audio version!

In response to two posts ago.

Enjoy,

Brent

Words.
Contain thoughts.
Contain emotion.
Contain whatever we tell them too.
They are just ourselves speaking to ourselves.
Sometimes poetically.
Sometimes awfully.
Sometimes gramatically incorrect.





Here's a word for you:

Fuck.

Sums everything up in my head.

A Few Words

Our bodies were laid out
they were laid for fifteen yards
in the lawn
and two feet above our heads
was a fly trapped in a jar
in a jar

Well I hadn't noticed
but the people really noticed
that they really didn't want us around
so every single one of us
hit the ground
hit the ground

Is it such a bad thing that I listen to David Archuleta?

No, I don't think it is.

So shut up.

We all need saving

Tonight I started taking things to heart: I started to notice certain qualities about people that bothered me, and I started to notice certain qualities about myself that bothered me.

And that bothered me.

So what do I do? I come here, because well, when there's nobody else around you/and you're left out in cold/you get lost in every emotion/and relive everything that you've done wrong.

It always comes out lyrically. Why do I always come out lyrically?

At Cavanaugh Park
where I used to sit
all alone in the dark
and dream about things
that I cannot say
you always said destiny would blow me away
and nothing's gonna blow me away

- Cavanaugh Park by Something Corporate

Okay, so I'll be honest. I haven't connected with anyone ever since coming to university. We have devotions once a week, and I must say, I dread them every week. It's when we sit down on those couches downstairs and everyone starts talking about their week and things going on in their lives, I feel something's missing. I feel disconnected from everyone around me. Why? Now that's something I really wish I could answer.

Alright, let's end it with something new/unfinished. I mean, what kind of a post would this be without some new words. So here you go.

And she said, said to me
I've got these insecurities
that I can't seem to please
And I, I can't decide
whether I should run or hide
Can you draw me a line?
Can you draw me a line?

'Cause in my life I find
that these lies I try to hide behind
always rise to the sky
and when I'm left here staring blind
will you be by my side?
will you be by my side?

And there's times I believe
that I should fall right down,
right down to my knees
And your soft spoken air
doesn't nearly compare
to the sadness I see in your stare

'Cause in my life I find
that these lies I try to hide behind
always rise to the sky
and when I'm left here staring blind
will you be by my side?
will you be by my side?


P.s. Do you see pictures in my words?

It always come back to you.