Pick me up I've landed

Do you know Ben Folds speaks my language? Well he does. Something clicks. There is a song I wrote along with Jess about this(not ben folds sorry this is a random night). This part of my life. The one where things fall apart,people begin to wither, and places so familliar are now foreign. In my mind I made up that this would be my "journal" blog and the other my "poetry" blog. This is not poetry though, its a song. Why am I justifying what I put on my blog? I have isues.

Quietness it kills me
When my thoughts are wrapped around
A truth thats almost eary
A life thats slowin' down

Familliar face now withered

Shakey voices sound

Quick as sand it passes

You'll be sifted like the wheat

All in favore shout it

All apposed just weep

Littles done for nothing

Your fighting time

Your fighting me

Quiet still I'm empty

Filled my loungs with this breath I crave

Night is all that hides

From voices I have heard

And places that I love

Hide me here for awhile

Don't let this world see me

A distant whistle screaming out

When to stop

And where to stay

Now this scene is not so peacful

This feeling, less than craved

One more sip might drown me

This walk could slow me down

Heroic words won't heal me

perfects silence now

All in favor shout it

All apposed just weep

Little's dome for nothing

your fighting time

Your fighting me

-Jonnie