Twisted Story

Darling your begging is quite repulsive, it's too late to ride your white horse in to save the day. I be damned if you think I'll be a pretty princess all helpless and just looking for you to complete my life. My story should be focused on me, not some Prince who is "better than thou" or that crap. Id rather be Mulan and go out and fight. Id rather my story be about me and my adventures, maybe I just want to save the day myself. Im done with this, with you. This isn't love and life isn't a fairytale! This is small town USA and just a another rebellious chick with a Twisted Soul.

Have you ever...

Have you ever wanted to just be someone else? The thought of getting in your car and driving to a new location where your name is unknown and your face is just a mystery. Where you can be whoever you want to be, dye your hair, change your clothes and just be someone else. That seems to be my dream way to often but then I see a shooting star.
Have you ever wished you could be that bright playful person you were before your innocence was ripped away? Or maybe you just want to go back to where every night was something new, you just jumped in the passenger seat and went wherever. You smiled and laughed and learned new games. The winter where the cold wasn't too bad and leaves blowing were inspirational, along with the brown guitar.
Have you ever wanted to thank someone for memories? Someone that's no longer around and neither is the feeling but just a moment of those butterflies were enough to last a lifetime. Remember driving around with no place to go or walking the beach at night.
Does the radio ever put you right back into that place? Like right now "Red" is reminding me of all the passion. Ever wonder if you were onto something when you thought life was something more than just yourself, the notion two is better than one? Ever wanted matching jerseys but afraid one would be better than the other?

Ever wonder what would've happened if things were different? If drugs didn't exist and a heart could break even. Ever wanted to just go out drinking and have a good time to forget it all?
I do, all of these, I do. I write to admit my feelings, to banish my pride, to say I'm sorry!

Tiring

Its a cycle of emotional damange
Love and worry and pain and happiness and sadness and worry. Wow its tiring

Hope

If you had one chance
, would you take? Even if the chances were slim would u still try? I'm holding on to a single thread knowing hope will carry we through. Love prevails

First love,

Maybe nothing is suppose to be same. If I want new results I have to venture into the unknown. Maybe you were my guide but now its time to step out and make you proud. Goodbye my love, you will always be a cheerished memory. Here's to first loves memories and lifes journey. Cheers!

Dear Lost Love

I'm not sure what you are anymore
Maybe you are the hopes and dreams that escape me.
I don't know but here's what I do know:
1. Your my favorite dream walker, my dreams are incomplete until you show up and cause havok.
2. Some days I stay trapped in memory lane and your the only thing on my mind
3. Days go by, months go by but still I miss you
4. I love you
I'm not sure in what way I love you or why I love you. "Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano." All I know is nothing is the same without you.
- Nix

Never Ending Circle

It's one am and I just can't fall asleep. Life is like a circle that never ends. Some days your on top and some your on bottom and some days your just awkwardly in the middle just hanging there. But hey it's no big deal because if life was a straight line it would be dead.....
Change is always pushing it's way into the surface of normality. You try to cling to familiarity but find yourself only holding the thin air. . . Nothings even there. People come and People go. You grow attached only to be ripped in half and crazily you do it all over again with the next person. What did I tell you, it's a never ending circle.
Your bipolar or manic depressive, your addicted, your out of your mind "but still you try to control it." You wear your mask so well, you soon forget this is just an act, you become the character you've created and the pain becomes real and mistakes are permanent. People fly to Florida just to rid of this story you have put them in and all you do is rewrite the script with a new character. Even your act is never ending circle!
It all comes down to the wire and you forget if your on top or bottom. You face the change as if it it's your demons and you force the curtains to close and play to end so reality can once again take place. Ah but don't worry dear, that only means circle has re-begun. It's one am and I just can't fall asleep. . .