tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84431229769647541872024-03-13T20:24:24.404-07:00moonshine risinglady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-82738872496206837092009-11-21T01:57:00.000-08:002009-11-21T02:00:21.809-08:00late night<div>singing,</div><div>where i am </div><div>isn't where i've been</div><div><br /></div><div>who i am</div><div>isn't who i've been</div><div><br /></div><div>early morning</div><div>dreaming,</div><div>where i should be</div><div>isn't where i am</div><div><br /></div><div>who i should be next to?</div><div><br /></div><div>well, that answer is you.</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-79183457902325530402009-11-07T23:13:00.000-08:002009-11-07T23:19:14.130-08:00pastremember that time that i loved you?<div>it was like sparkling wine.</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-35097222227332087632009-10-12T00:06:00.000-07:002009-10-27T01:30:13.975-07:00.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">imperfection and perfection collide </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">when hate and love walk side by side </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">one is swept away while the other doesn't care </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">love drowns </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">hate lives </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">and you are with all of your problems that are left to sift </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">can't rescue what's already been lost </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">but you'd rather go back and would get there at all costs </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-55480858469422119132009-06-05T23:27:00.000-07:002009-06-06T00:01:24.534-07:00toto, we're not in kansas anymorewish i could tell<div>what i lost when i looked down that well</div><div>lost all my hopes</div><div>lost all my dreams</div><div>and all of it so very seems</div><div>to be unrealistic</div><div>masochistic</div><div>and lacking in certain characteristics</div><div>wish i could say</div><div>how i got so lost, how i got this way</div><div>lost all my thoughts</div><div>lost all my directions</div><div>and all of it seems to be so thrown out of perspective</div><div>like a kaleidoscope </div><div>i should have suspected ( the worst )</div><div>wish i knew</div><div>which road to pick</div><div>the red or the yellow brick</div><div>walk with a lion, or the one with the broomstick</div><div>i'm the lost one in the ruby slippers</div><div>and i'm afraid i'm losing my grip.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-72673288935612783602009-05-30T20:56:00.000-07:002009-05-30T21:25:18.231-07:00summer is the beginning of all wondersthe start of summer<div>is never a bummer</div><div>hope is set out to sea</div><div>and here you are </div><div>waiting for me</div><div>get ready, we're going sailing</div><div>this is summer </div><div>so we're not going to think about our failing (grades)</div><div>wish this day would never end</div><div>sunshine and the smell of the ocean</div><div>fill up to the brim of my emotions</div><div>i want to live up north</div><div>when the sun never really sets</div><div>it just goes back and forth.</div><div>summer is when humanity truly feels alive.</div><div>all of our problems are left when we jump off and dive (into the water)</div><div>oh, dear summer i wish you could stay just a little bit longer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-37822562021448502472008-10-25T14:22:00.000-07:002008-10-25T14:26:37.820-07:00cease to existimperfect,unfaithful.<div>ruined and deceased</div><div>is this all you think of me?</div><div>this one little piece?</div><div>how am i to be judged</div><div>sentenced to death</div><div>or banished to the depths?</div><div>i choose neither</div><div>i cease to exist.</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-66593230774076605582008-10-25T00:04:00.000-07:002008-10-25T00:12:11.786-07:00and with that, i hold onto.A new shift<div>A new direction</div><div>I hope to dream</div><div>that things will change this second</div><div>I wait to see</div><div>the new things in store</div><div>I think to believe</div><div>That God will open up another door</div><div>for me to walk into.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd love to wish</div><div>that what I want</div><div>would just come through that door.</div><div>So many times has my heart</div><div>been trampled on that floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>So hard to believe.</div><div>So hard to see.</div><div>I dream to hope</div><div>that what I dream</div><div>will come into being.</div><div><br /></div><div>[but I pray to hear</div><div>a voice to say</div><div>"never give up</div><div>what I gave you to dream.</div><div>Dream of hope,</div><div>and soon you will see."]</div><div><br /></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-31758597337828074522008-10-13T16:51:00.000-07:002008-10-13T16:54:23.775-07:00you are what you've always beena smile twists up<div>not down</div><div>when you make me smile<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div>my feet lift off the ground</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-48369226027852636102008-10-10T23:02:00.000-07:002008-10-10T23:04:18.691-07:00. . .An emptiness<div>tears away at the soul</div><div>It leaves me nothing</div><div>It leaves me not whole.</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-6654464024052595002008-10-06T23:23:00.000-07:002009-05-30T20:54:51.665-07:00///<div><br /></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 19.0px Helvetica; min-height: 23.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 19.0px Helvetica; min-height: 23.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 19.0px Helvetica; min-height: 23.0px"><i></i><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 10.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana">a little hope<br />never hurt anyone<br />not even the pope<br />but why am i<br />so scared to believe<br />the idea there is a chance<br />that all this may weave<br />into something wonderful<br />something lovely<br />and something so unfathomable<br />but thats it<br />there's my problem!<br />it doesn't seem reasonable<br />why would i...<br />the girl with bad luck<br />no charm<br />and not even a golden star to my name<br />why should i declare even the slightest hope<br />that this is fair game<br />but then i hear his voice again<br />he tells me<br />"emily, stop being lame<br />i gave you your voice<br />and i gave you your name.<br />dry your tears<br />and come<br />you know there are others who feel just the same<br />strength and courage is what you have<br />don't tell me it isn't so<br />hell, i built you...<br />i'm the one who makes it snow!<br />you've lost hope and i'll make you strong again<br />so sit back and calm down.<br />you're in for a show"</p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-13814581245601665902008-10-06T00:09:00.000-07:002008-10-25T00:14:55.916-07:00complexityHow much more simple can this be?<div>It's either them or it's me</div><div>Never us, never we.</div><div>It's something that I can never see.</div><div>I write this out in despair</div><div>in lost hope</div><div>What was lost?</div><div>It was me.</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-51396506189126838942008-10-02T23:33:00.000-07:002008-10-25T00:28:29.206-07:00oh well.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10px; ">a lovely<br />festering<br />insanely<br />demanding<br />upsetting<br />wonderful<br />and yet<br />depressing<br />feeling<br />built<br />up<br />inside<br />deep <br />down<br />where it<br />lingers<br />and<br />bothers you<br />for <br />what<br />seems <br />to be<br />an<br />e t e r n i t y<br />can't <br />focus<br />can't <br />sleep<br />can't do<br />a single<br />thing<br />right<br />yet<br />somehow<br />perfectly<br />content<br />with <br />the world<br />crashing<br />to <br />pieces<br />this <br />feeling<br />is <br />much<br />better<br />than <br />reality.<br /></span></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-53231183922092069672008-09-30T22:42:00.001-07:002008-09-30T22:46:06.241-07:00the perfect dreameffortlessly, without thought<div>my eyes closed</div><div>and like a movie theater</div><div>the curtains rose</div><div>and then</div><div><br /></div><div>. there . you . were .</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-91772042151589021572008-09-30T00:41:00.000-07:002008-10-02T23:53:10.990-07:00homeless.where to begin?<div>i'm breaking within</div><div>i'm tearing, ripping away at the seams</div><div>i'm becoming undone</div><div>i'm becoming unseen</div><div>little is left of me</div><div>little is known</div><div>i've forgotten where i come</div><div>i've forgotten what to call home</div><div>there is no safe place</div><div>there is no place to breath</div><div>everywhere i go</div><div>is not my place to be</div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8443122976964754187.post-48809755156489709572008-09-28T22:19:00.000-07:002008-09-28T22:26:07.902-07:00Seeing you.A <div>twisting<div>feeling </div><div>sensation</div><div>c</div><div>r</div><div>e</div><div>e</div><div>p</div><div>s</div><div>up my spine</div><div>It's almost like hell</div><div>but it's oh so divine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>lady croissanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686862724260499867noreply@blogger.com0