Ingrid Michaelson- Masochist

She says you're a masochist for falling for me,
So roll up your sleeves.
And I think that I like her, 'cuz she tells me things I don't want to hear,
Medicinal tongue in my ear.

When will it stop? When will it stop?

When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel soft, soft?

You say that my skin feels like no one else's,
That it's different somehow.
But I don't understand, isn't a hand just a hand?
No you don't understand.

When will it start? My broken part?

When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel soft, soft?

Oooo

When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel all soft on the inside?
When will I feel soft, soft?

She says you're a masochist for falling for me.

Memories

9/11

The day of heartbreak and reckoning was the day it all fell down,

The day the people went silent, the terror that followed no sound.

He looked, he searched, he wailed, but all he found were cries;

of the people who were trapped, hidden under the rubble of lies.

One by one they went; like the green leaves of fall,

His sweet senorita, buried underneath it all.

It was a day of heart break and reckoning.

The day he lost his all.

The post below is my rendition of Jeff Buckleys Hallelujah. I love the song to bits, and every time I hear it I always think the same thing. So I attempted to put it to paper, err or blog.

Let me know what you think- Good or bad, i love feedback.

From His Lips She Drew The Hallelujah

As the music played, he swayed and moved with love, to the rhythm of her song.

Her lyrics faded, her melody untuned.

Power and corruption no longer had its effect, she had already moved on.

No more pain. No more fear. No more.

Surrounded by the darkness, their only light, themselves; reflecting off one another like the moon does the sun.

Soon to be nothing but a black hole.

For him this was no longer about pride, she had taken that along with his heart.

His dignity was stripped, his ego diminished, he knew now that love had become a broken mirror, no longer reflecting the truth.

She had control, unforgivable, manipulative control.

His attempt to make her love him had failed.

Their past forgotten,

Their future erased.

Then, from his lips she drew the cold and broken Hallelujah.

"Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"

The Last Broken Promise- A Snippet of some old high school paper I had done

... Her feet firmly on the ground, gravity was working against her. For all at once her heart was 10 feet below where she stood; engulfed by the rich soils of the earth.

Her secret meetings all of a sudden had come to a halt. All meaning was lost. Her biggest fear had set in.

He was gone.

The touch of his hand, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his smile, as reluctant as she was about it all, it always had her coming back.

But now she stood there, for the last time ever. Hoping. Wishing. Praying.

He made his intentions clear at the start "I'm here for good this time. I promise." Another she had convinced her self he'd keep this time. Another that would be put to rest, a letter from the past that would never be reopened or reread. She knew it was too good to be true, but she was quick to grow on the thought of having him around...

First Post.

Well...

This here isn't my first blog ever, but it is something fresh and new. It's always good to get a new start on things.

I decided to create this blog to either write my own or write about inspirational pieces that I may come across.

So happy reading to you all (for future followers if I get any *fingers crossed*)