Thread: Jessi writes songs. Go figure, right?

So I will post some, and give back to the community or something. This one seems more like a poem, and it's the latest I wrote, but I had a melody in mind. I refrenced a writer! Aha! Three Sixteen A.M. I can't sleep tonight, at least not in my bed, Or on the couch, floor, or even in my head. The only place I could rest, would be in your arms, And I'll get there somehow, no matter who it harms. I'll fly across the plains, the grass, and to your house, And I'll wait on the deck, and watch the nearest field mouse, I'll look for the sunrise, and move it where you can see, Out your window, and maybe, you'll be happy to see me. If not, I'll nod foolishly and walk along, The edge of the gaurdrail, and sing all the songs, I wrote for you, like this one, at three-sixteen A.M. And if not the first time, I'll sing them again, I don't care for obsession, and lust isn't key, I just love you, and wish you'd love me. Can we sit on their rooftop, just one night alone? Quietly settled, having turned off our phones. I want to see the dippers, Leo and Cancer too, As the summer air washes over us, just me and you. It's air like that, that can clense our scarred souls, Or at least paint them, and blot out the folds. And when the colors wash, we'll be ourselves once more, I woulden't have it any other way, I woulden't change a thing from before. It's what's made us, it's who we've become, Violent and beautiful, blatant, loud and dumb. Or at least that's me, No matter what they say, As for you, add absurdly amazing, impossible, and hey, It's how you happen to be, no matter what you think. You're the perfect one, Though I stink. I have found that no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another. In or out of context, it's why I called out my own mother. She never did me wrong, and told me to find love, No matter where it be, down low or above. But when I said you, It was you I for pined, She took me aside, and talked for some time. How could it work, with the distaince apart? She was only the latest to say it, it hurt not my heart. Just amazed me to hear, the one who always said go, To say here and now, to also tell me just no. I've been wrong before, in fact, I've hardly been right, But this I'd die for, for this I'll fight. I want you to understand, It kills me by day, By noon or night, to not hear you at least say, You got my letter, and are not intrested in my exstention, Of everything I have, and my place, my contention. I'll argue my stance, my logic is defined, But the matters of the heart, are not simply refined, By words and well-wishes, Or by the best of intentions, My words can not sing, Can not reach your tone's ring, I'm still here, trying, But your attention, it's not buying, Can't we just talk? Come with me, on this walk. I've planned it for a year and a hundred-eighty-six days, But we need to wait a bit more for it to be the right way. Snow on the trees, in that just perfect sort, And no one to see, no kids building snow forts. Our steps alone on the selected path, No wind ripping winter's wrath, The coulds on a season vacation, Away from us, and our blessed location. We don't need to speak, if you could just see it. If you see what I see, you'd understand it. You don't want to fall in love with me, That's why you're not putting any effort to see, Anything longer than six sentances I've written. You don't want to read the spell that'll make you smitten. To be honest, I haven't figured that one out, A wave of the wand, a dance, I've started to doubt. But I'm talking with the coven, I'm making new friends. Don't take that the wrong way, it's not simply for my own ends. It's a bonus really, the witches are the best people. All that aside, I believe in the words I sing, In every song, Every word, every damn thing. They say if it's right, It's right, it'll work out. Everyone else advises a new route. But I'm not thinking it's right, oh, we're so wrong. But we both know that, we've been wrong all along. So It's never mattered to me, the blacks and the whites, Love isn't above or below, it's drifting in the middle like a kite. Tied down to earth, but close to the clouds, Quietly subtle, but screaming out loud. The wind holds it up, and it sometimes comes down. But it belongs in the air, and can't remain on the ground. I'm waiting for our perfect storm, the wind that'll mess up our hair. Like the indian summer with my father, when we jumped the fence out there. The wheatgrass was tan, and swayed like a dream. There was only one tree, and nothing was how it seemed. Since then they've cut the wheat down, And the tree is nowhere to be found. And the sun doesn't set out there anymore. But love's location isn't the core. And that's something I want you to see. It's possible for us to be us, to be you and me. I can't sleep tonight, at least not in my bed, I know for a fleeting moment tonight, I was in your head. You spend your nights pacing your room, can't sleep like this, Maybe all we're missing is that right good night's kiss. This one's pretty old, but one of my favorites. It's a poem. Mhm. It's That Special It's not as easy when you exsist more than usual. And there was the first night I really looked at you, and you told me I'd come first. You didn't mean it, 'cept for that very moment. And for that very moment, I felt like the only person on the planet. It's that special. I can think of one when the windshield whipers don't work, And laugh, I can think of shame for another, And smile for where they can go. I can be worried and sick over everything the last one does, And just remember you said they were good, and made good decidions. It's that special. And that time when I thought I wasn't going to come back, I said my farewells to you, And without you even being there, right then, you reminded me of how I can't just do that. It was in sick guilt, but now it's a careful reminder in tolerance and virtue, for more than you. It's that special. And It's in every stroke on notebook paper, Particularlly the Ps, Gs, Ys, and Js, And it's in every brick in the arts hall, Because I can fall inbetween them, And when I'm boxed in on all sides, I see a painting across the way, And I swear, I swear, It's that special. And it's taken me to a composition notebook, where I'm not speaking to you anymore. It's to the world, in case I can't just go on. And for the first time in 5 years, I feel fear. 'Cause in my twisting, spiraled dark bray world, You continually give me reason to desprately increase my WPM. And I nearly failed that class. It's that special. And I regret telling you the truth about myself, Because I know I'm not someone to admire. And I know it's the cause for the disain in the direction of the thing I want adressed. But I can tolerate that, 'cause you're speaking to me again. I was so scared sick I thought I lost you. It's that special. And I pretend sometimes you're fighting as hard to get back to me, As I am to you. And I sometimes remember why I'm so broken when I witness your sweet nothings to the ones I don't know. As I silently do to you. And I just remember that at least you're in my life, And it's just that special because of it. And it's worth saying so. 'Cause you know the little shit matters so much to me. So much. So small. So me. This one was for my little sister. It makes me all misty when I read it. I refrence a more famous writer. Lacker-Covered Nights You know what I bet? Bet, That my floor is still wet, Wet, From the tears we cried last night, Night, Life is such a damnable plight, Plight, But you let me tell you, You let me tell you. And I haven't even began to start, How much I want to stitch the rips apart, Part, Where I hear the soft flats, The small pitter-patter pats, And the sighs, From thier cries, I cherish each sound before it dies, Dies, Dies. I always said never grow up, echo And I'm telling you not to show up, echo I can't tell proper stories to your eyes,echo The innocence I've ruined, and it's something you all Buy. When you whisper it's like a lightning bolt hitting the ground, Ground, It's time I finally started to come around, Round, Just because I want everyone to know, It's not time to show, Oh no, no no no no. And you know it's not right, How you twist and you fight. And you know it's not right, How you purposely damn the light. Don't say the old lady screamed, bring her on and let her scream. Scream, Uncommonly Smooth, Just can't follow the groove, And it's not like she has something to prove, Prove, Prove. But she's filling in the void.echo And it's a dopamine steroid.echo And the rage that follows gets harder to soothe.begin guitar build It's started to seem there's something that needs to get Removed. When you whisper it's like a lightning bolt hitting the ground, Ground, It's time I finally started to come around, Round, Just because I want everyone to know, It's not time to show, You need more time to grow, Grow, Grow, grow to drastic scream I see a large solo or interlude here I didn't mean because I knew you on a personal level, Dosen't mean there isn't places for bevel, I know I don't know everything, But it doesn't seem you know a single thing, But what I'm saying isn't what I mean, It's just hard to have it understably seen, I don't want you ruining yourself, I know it was me who ruined your mental health, And the deep parts were what I meant, But now it's like I have a best friend on rent, I keep paying to keep you around, I'm hoping the worst is only what I've found, Tell me there's something better, I know there's something better, I've seen so much better, From you, From you, From you, From you... 'Nother grow to intense scream, then cutoff to quiet riff When you whisper it's like a lightning bolt hitting the ground, Ground, It's time I finally started to come around, Round, You're so perfect in your growing mentality, Even though all I see in imperfect insanity, You're going places kid, You're going places kid, You're going places kid, You're going places. Oldest one I'll post, I'm sure. It so portrays my depressional tendancys. But eh, I saw it worthy of post. The Notes I Left Without Sound These days, they've grown so quiet, And I spend my time hiding behind it, The fact that all I see, is all there is. The walls of my room, They speak to me in voices, The voices that I've cast, Behind the eyes. They all only feel sorry for me, Or all only feel contempt for me, I'm just a hopeless burden, That I know. So my accompanyment falls to the lint spiders by my window, The shadows that move as the day falls, The only movement I can't speak for, The only movement I have to look for. 'Cause when I found out how to play that song, The one that made the shadows move different, The one that sounded a voice besides the walls, When I found out how to play that song you love, I had to play it better. The days just blur as I sit here all through, Pick up the guitar and do nothing but play, I'm learning to play, a few different ways, My dedication is for me to go somewhere. I only hope what happened once can't happen again, The accomplanyment the notes do give, They can't leave can they? They don't blur, right? So maybe you'll come back to me, And everyone else can see, Maybe I won't be alone forever, If I can just get this song right. 'Cause when I found out how to play that song, The one that made the shadows move different, The one that sounded a voice besides the walls, When I found out how to play that song you love, I had to play it better. If you knew the words, would you sing along? If I held out my hand would you take me on? No one else but you, No one else but you, Has even tried. Now if I knew the song, Known for too long, But I didn't say, Would you still like me, Anyway? 'Cause I'm so alone, How I've known what I've known, No one cares, No one cares, For that girl. That troubled girl. More to come maybe?