Nightime

At night time when it's dark and the night begins to flood, I'll think of past time memories. So I know when those moments come to look up in the sky cause in reality I'm lookin directly into your eyes, once upon a time it was all I could do, to keep myself from doing things I didn't think I could. All the right words to say were flyin like a bat, through my head talkin specifically about this and about that, Undecisive and unable to keep a conversation down pat, I would have spoken about how I think the entire world is flat because people are so one sided I can read them like a book. It was all the strength within me I swear that's what it took, not to get up at that moment and look for things which I found mysterious about our past. Think about it, how long did we last? At first we took things slow afraid of going fast like the cars on the highway , but like NASCAR tracks there's no escaping the facts that even within the moment you couldn't hold back the way you said you felt which mirrored the way I still do. I'm lost, it's night time and in my room is where you'll find me, lookin up at the stars hoping that one of those infinitly distant stars light will suddenly rain into my eyes and blind me, but not my eyes, my brain. Take that and leave my eyes for to me it's the same, I'll never see another as Long as inside the place I think inside my skull you remain.

A World Without Violence

Babygirl, close your eyes and picture a world without violence. Where things still go wrong, accidents and mistakes but when they do no one takes things out of proportion with fists. Imagine how we'd all exist, could I love you more? Or better? Though we don't argue or fight I'd be filled with happiness at the delight played on your face when instead of words of disgust in your heart you would trust me to say beautiful things when things got sour. To those that do, put fists into action with slight dissatisfaction imagine a world without violence, instead of fists because mess my fingers on your face I'd caress the beauty that's worth waking up for every morning. So I look forward to it, in the morning get the way I like my coffee wrong, start my day as a grouch just so I can start the early morning with the compliments adorning the things about you I love. Like a Raging waterfall of rage but opposite, no arguments exist in this peaceful nonchalant world. It's almost disgusting, you know how people are when in the public eye they go far to show affection, 24/7 googly eyes head over heels or heels over hearts constant in heart fire sparks would be created, that's the way a world without violence would be operated.

A Song For You

I wrote you a song once. The entire week I dared not speak, I was afraid if I opened my lips to speak the words on my mind like uncaged birds they would flutter away never to be seen again. The scraps of paper that littered my floor were purchased at the store nonstop, and each time the pen would scratch the surface on the line I couldn't help but find myself lost, as if the words were gone. The days began to bleed, into night they melted and when I least expected the moon would leave and in it's place the sun arose. Atlast my task was done, a song on paper written to explain how I was smitten with the angelic being that is you. I raced and raced to your homely resting place to sing for you the sweet gentle mellow creation I did create with you in mind. For miles and miles I had aligned as many people I could find on Such short notice as I raced to your homely resting place to recite the thing I procured from my mind that reminded me of you. And so with shaking hands I took from my pocket the note I'd written that explained how smitten with you I really was, a true confession of my love. Here I stand my shaking hands and legs and feet and teeth and Tongue to acknowledge the mistake I've done, though Your love through song express is tantalizing I regret, I cannot sing.

Your Taken

Your taken I known it, and even though I promised myself I would never
be a dividing line, I don't seem to care. You see my dreams betray me,
in them your mine, and we are love. The movie isn't great, but because
my hand is in yours I'd watch it again if you asked, the seats are
uncomfortable and behind us people are talkin, but the comfort of your
fingers entwined in mine makes my heart beat faster and loud enough to
drown out the annoyance. you whisper to me that your hungry, I'm gone
already to get you something to satisy your needs no matter how small.
The line is long, but it's only a distraction because each second away
is a sadness I must endure before your with me again. The comfort is
back, your with me again standing in this line, you missed me you say,
the movie was nothing without me but really even less without you, and
so we sit, I never take my eyes off you because there's not a second I
don't wanna miss. We are happy like this, but your taken, I know it.

Kinetics & One Love - Airplanes

(Hook)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)





Beautiful Queen,

I See You Every Night In My Dreams,

Under A Purple Sky Holdin A Forbidden Necterine,

I Wake Up Every Day And Try To Tell You How I Feel,

I Wrote You A Letter But The Envelope Is Still Sealed.

And ever day passin is another wave crashing,

Another poor move that I forgot to make happen,

So the undertow is taken you away with the tide,

While I'm on the sand and my hands wavin goodbye,

Yea, and it seems so innefficiet to me,

I wasn't wishin to be another fish in the sea,

Till I heard a storm coming and I saw sky open,

and then this scene from above fell into my ocean,

Now I can see the heavens I don't have to know astronomy,

And so I hope you follow me into my oceanography,

And fly to the horizon while I got you fantasizin,

I can take you to the moon so we can watch the planet risin,

Cause today somebody told me I should look to the sky,

They said that mercury and mars are visible to the eye,

And the last time that happened was in 1925,

You know that crazy things happen when ever the planets align,

And maybe it's a sign but I would like a shooting star,

Cause like mars even though your visible your still far,

And I just really wanna bring the light back,

I was on the right track up until the light cracked,

If I had it for a second I would seal it in a bag it would be my lava

lamp but I'll be chillin in my pad,

And nothing could be realer then the feelings that I have when I'm

starin at the ceiling and im feeling kinda sad,

And i'm feelin kinda bad all of this time achin waitin patiently for

my phone to be vibratin,

So I'm wishin that you'll call yo I slumber and I dream and I hopin

I'm awoken by you're number on my screen.



(Hook)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)



Close your eyes picture us together at the top,

Hold my hand baby and well jump off at the rocks,

Rope swing into the gorge we can hold the same knot,

I don't ever want this moment to stop,

But I kno it doesn't last forever so I wish I had a camcorder,

so I can film you blowin me kisses under the water,

We hold each other close like we're on the same team,

ITs you and I floating down the stream,

We just drift,

Further down the river like incubus,

Wondering if my transmission was aqueous if we had to seperate and

take another lover could we ever meet again and share what we had both

discovered,

This river has a tendency to rearrange it's particles,

And suddenly were at the lovers tunnel at the carnival,

In the swan ride and I'm starin at your lips cause I really wanna give

you a kiss,

Like this,

But then you dissappear and the swan stops,

And I'm in my dorm room starin at my alarm clock

I really hate the feelin when I have a happy dream and I wake up in

the morning and curse my reality,

So the next time i have it Imma seal it in a bag it would be my lava

lamp but I'll be chillin in my pad,

And nothing could be realer then the feelings that I have when I'm

starin at the ceiling and im feeling kinda sad,

And i'm feelin kinda bad all of this time achein waitin patiently for

my phone to be vibratin,

And I found out whenever I'm layin down on my mattress in my rapid eye

movie your always the main actress,

So I look for shootin stars when it pains hopin that the airplanes are

fair game,

Cause if I had one wish that I could speak I would ask to be the last

thing you think about before you fall asleep.



(Hook)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now)

Ooo can we pretend that airplanes are shootin stars

Cause I could really use a wish right now

I could really use, a wish right now.

Shihan - This Type Of Love

I want a love like
Me thinking of you
Thinking of me thinking of you type love
Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself
About how I feel about you type love
Or hating how jealous you are
But loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
Or see how your first name just sound so good next to my last name
And shit I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you
And I barely made it out of my garage

See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep
And wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love
Or who loves the other more
Or what she’s doing this exact moment
Or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good
Could hurt so much when she’s not there
And shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love
And check this, I want to place those little post-it notes
All around the how she she never forgets how much I love her type love
And not have enough ink in my pen to write all there is to love about her type love
And hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel

And I want to deal with my friends making fun of me
The way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love
Only difference is, this is one of those real love type loves
And just like in high school
I want to spend hours on the phone not saying shit
And then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me
And smell her all up in my covers type love
I want to try counting the ways I love her
And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again
And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries
Even though they ain’t really anniversaries
But doing it just ‘cause it make her happy type love
And, check this, I want to fall in love with the melody the phone plays
When none of us dialed into it type love
And talk to you until I lose my breathe
She leaves me breathless
But with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan
To something allows me to talk to her longer
‘cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
And I want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time
To love you as long as I’d like to type love
And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-st-stutter
Just thinking about how strong this love is type love
And I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair
Well, maybe not all of the hair
Maybe like I cut the split ends and trim my moustache
But it would still be a symbol of how strong my love for her

And check this, I kind of feel comfortable now
So I even be fantasizing about walking out on a green light
Just dying to get hit by a car
Just so I could lose my memory
Get transported to some third world country just to get treated
Then somehow meet up again with you so I can fall in love with you
In a different language and see if it still feels the same type love
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is
But I’m married, so she’s gonna be the one I share this love with

The Sirens

The sirens howl their protective screech, loud and clear all through 
the night. What was once a still calm time is now a storming fight. 
The people scream and shreek with fear, while small children and 
animals cry, lost among the terror of the night.
Confusion sweeps upon them all, scattering to flee, running to go, 
hoping to escape with their lives.
But in the distance there is no movement, one alone stands, wonder and 
fascination clearly visable upon the face that stares down the thing 
that motivates all else to leave.
They run.
One remains.
The winds are angry now, whipping and screaming their persistant 
threats, wild and ferocious snarls tear through the night.
Still one remains.
It approaches, with it comes the sand funnel shaped and huge reaching 
from the heavens themselves to touch down and destroy.
The fascination peaks, The one that remains is no longer still.
In long great strides the monster and man do meet, and in one great 
pull he is drawn into the howling vortex, terror, adrenaline, and 
wonder run through his veins. He is pulled upward, through the mass of 
debris into the very center of the beast, and he rises, no longer 
spinning, eyes wide unable to blink though they burn in the wind, and 
for a moment he is in the heavens themselves, and then the sky turns 
black.

Her Story

So I sat there for a while,
Thinking of the story she had told me as a child,
Young and unknowing sweet and innocently so,
At a gathering of friends some uninvited guests decide to show,
All goes well,
The event carries and evening is upon them,
Time to leave they say and she makes home with those she categorizes 
friends,
The atmosphere changes,
From across the room all the while festivities were had,
She had been noticed as something of a possesion to be grabbed,
She tho not at fault for beautys origination,
Is often plagued for it's acompannying tribulations,
And so when time saw fit for the scene to change,
A maniac was revealed with features by all definition deranged,
There in the night unnoticed by all,
Was where her reacurring angst was sparked to stall,
Her pride and love and even trust,
Are no more shared as once they was,
For on that night though all maniacal deeds were stopped,
A part of her self conscious dropped,
And so though outside she smiles her smile,
Inside shes scared, my little child,
My long lost love has gone away,
But inside of me she stays to play,
She lives and breathes and smiles and cries,
Still beautiful through remembering eyes.