Thursday, September 18, 2008

Exhaust Fumes

It's not even a month into the school year. 
Kristina=stress=work=school=stop or else. 

Working four nights a week, two Bible studies, Mosaic club, senior project, who's my advisor, where do I find time to go to Wilmington to hang with my mentor?, tutoring freshman, trying to raise money for hurricane Ike victims, homework and studying, looking at working with raquel=spending time at the elementary school, birthday parties, makeup tests, chemistry project, struggling in chemistry and math already, college essay and apps, running too many little errands that take up time, picking up jeff from wrestling, filling my gas tank (fifty bucks!!), church all day sunday, quiet times?, crying in Mrs Pearce's classroom [embarrassing], crying at work [even more embarrassing], geez this is so frustrating...  

it's only thursday i'm falling asleep in class why do i do this to myself? Martha, martha, martha...

"I am the comfortable, secure, 
Definition of this western world
And I have it perfected, it seems, 
Even I believe I'm above saving. 
...
It takes me falling to the ground
To admit to finally needing you
...
How come it takes so much
To bring me to my knees
Why does it take so much
Pain for me to see
I know that strength is found when
I am on my knees
Why is it so hard to
Show that I am weak?"

Barlowgirl "Song for the Broken" 


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

"Sweet Revenge" BarlowGirl

Did you see that I was hurt?
Did you know that you had left me crying there?
Now I'm holding all your words close
Till you feel this pain too
You live on so unaware
While I thought somehow this hate would heal me
But this hate is never ending
And it's only killing me

Oh sweet revenge you've lied again

I find I 
Can't get free
Till I release this vengeance that I seek
Forgive you
The only thing
I wanna live
I'm ready to be free. 

Maybe you've been wounded too
Maybe all this is your self protection
All the hurts you thought were hidden
All the ones now hurting me
Who will make this pattern end?

(Chorus)

I wanna break this chain. 
I wanna see this through
Cuz setting you free
It means my freedom too... 

(Chorus) 

Sunday, September 7, 2008

September

Oh, September, can you hear the wind?
It's pounding on the door,
And pulling at my skin,
Oh, September, can you smell the rain? 
It's dripping down the window,
And smudging up the panes. 

September, please oh please, 
Why do this to me? 
You fill me with this aching for the fall. 
September, are you listening?
I know that you're passing,
But your smell's intoxicating to us all. 

Your friends have died or have yet to be born. 
Every season holds it's sunny days and storms
It's this world of many color
That will let us all go under
Beneath it's crashing waves of golds and greens
While the sun is not yet warm. 

September, don't be jealous of this change. 
It's the course of things for time to rearrange. 
And in the blue, blue sky
Headed south, we'll fly
Until the light fades out from overhead
For the stars to playfully engage. 

Oh, September, won't you linger as you please?
Just deepen into autumn
Darken all your leaves. 
Oh, September, won't you break your easel down?
You're shaming all the artists
That try to paint you in the town. 

September, please oh please,
Don't do this to me,
I'm tired of this summer, of this fall. 
September, are you listening?
All this time is passing, 
Still your lazy sunshine dances on my walls.