Lost in your heart.

Im lost in her heart, marooned in her rich grounds and colorful landscapes. I ventured once into the unknown that was her affection and found currents so strong that made me lose my way, made me forget my speech, my writting lost and my voice impaired. Her summer scent lured me in, her thick gold hair embraced me and now im here to stay. This is no mere shipwreck or lost expedition, this is shangri-la, this is el dorado and its mine to keep. So, to anyone who finds this, tell my friends and family im here to stay, that im more than fine, more alive than I'll ever be and more and more in love each day. Don't come looking for me, I'm already found.

All I know

Jon Mclaughlin-You're the one I Love

A new language

I can't find the words to make you understand what you're doing to me. I'm speechless, I went blank and I can't seem to remember how to write or speak again. It's as if you're teaching me a knew language one I never new of because only you spoke it and it makes me feel as if I discovered a new way to communicate I don't quite seem to figure out completely. A new language where holding your hand holds more words than Cervantes could ever think of, more images than Monet could ever think of painting, a new language where talking to you makes time stop in order to listen to you speak, where your eyes hold more beauty than all the landscapes a pilot has ever seen, where your hand in mine makes my heart race more than anything I've experienced before, where time is there for us, where the word "Rush" does not exist, a language created around you, for you but for me to figure out. And so I write, or try to, about you, about how You and I when the time was right got so far.

Deaf songs.

I wish I could print all my memories and keep them in a photo album, or better yet a scrapbook. If I could show you how I sometimes see the world and how I used to see it and how my thoughts sometimes write songs I can't sing and lyrics I don't understand, maybe if I could do this if I could show you who I really am and not the handicapped, speech impaired, blind, deaf person I sometimes appear to be. Maybe then you could see why I like you so much, if you could see the memories you create and the songs you make me sing and the poetry my heart sings in deaf, incoherent but oh so colorful words. Maybe then you and I. Maybe you. One day I will, I promise.

Garage Sale

My heart is having a garage sale. Old crushes' pictures, tarnished love letters, teenage poetry going for $10 a piece. Dead ends, what if's and painful memories are 2 for $5. After this,making space for us and our baggage and moving you in. I don't care if it's heavy, come, you can rest in here.

Fitzsimmons

This has been speaking to me for a while, this guy is insane wish someday I could write/sing/play like him. Hope you enjoy:

Grammar rupture and word erupted.

And i'd like you to see the wall we will sit in, and the smell of wet bricks after the afternoon shower. The picture we took in the polaroid I never had and the diary I've never written about you and the song I haven't written about us. The blanket your mom gave us because you were cold in your living room and the movies I promised to watch, and we did. How I've written and written and I just found out it was about you and the way you don't seem to fit any type of person I will ever meet. The way you speak for yourself and others and the warmth I feel when you do. And whatever you went off to study at college and you were incredibly good at, and the way your dad talks about you and the way you're his little girl. Remember when I first met you? you fell asleep in the bus, and you love my music, and yes it is OUR playlist. I hope you understand that each song is for you, they were just kind enough to write it for me. And the way I met all your friends, your real friends, and were you grew up and were you spent your summers, and were we spent ours, and were I moved one day, and were I saw you for the first time, when I saw you for the first time and I really saw you.