(500) Days of Summer

12 flights of stairs up to the top

where the wind blows whistling love songs 

he takes each step 1 at a time

expecting something he will never find 

144 stairs in the well 

he knocks on the door baring a gift wrapped in brown

his love worn out on his sleeve

images of love will soon be mixed with pain 

visions of ecstasy dance in his mind

expectancy ruining all he's wanting to find

reality hits him with the cold hard truth

he'll leave the rooftop shedding stairs in reproof 

months it'll take on top of the days

to remove all the hurt between the shame

it wasn't all her fault, but part of it was

he left all of that on the apartment rooftop

a park bench overlooking a silent city

became the mark that held his destiny

the seasons changed and came something new

it was there all along waiting for him to choose

Allegory #1,456,959

Captains see through white waves

anchoring ships in shallow bays 

Sailing towards deep coasts

finding treasure in false hope 

As darkness spreads out

wind blows through rain clouds

White sails gain weight 

as fast ships graze waves 

Green trees pass by

hopeful docking yields no supply

Wasteful months give no luck 

sailors shouldn't anchor where there's no love

Deep blue on brown hull

cutting through a liquid toll

Seeking solace in bitter ends

what a sailor gets when things are held in

Shore ahead in distance speaks

calls to leave the wooden peaks

The mast holds square rigged cloth

folded down to come to a stop

Coast to contain all of the wants

but this sailors knows that you're all for not 

Oceans

One night with sweat on my brow

I dreamed of an ocean that barely held any water.

And I took a subconscious step into the knee deep sea,

wondering in vain in search of me.

For the pelagic depths were no longer there

and with each salty step I discovered more despair.

So I thought to myself, “Where had it gone?”

and pondered “if there was ever any ocean at all.”

For all these islands had sprung up in light of the subsidence,

and I waded to each, seeking answers in silence

I found the islands were sufficient for inhabitance,

and the beauty there was stunning beyond any comparison.

But I also noticed a resemblance in each tiny world

and if you took a step back you could see a continual void.

So I stumbled on through the watery scene

And walked for what seemed like months on top of weeks

My feet had grown ragged from the sharp edges of coral

But the salt water had fused the flesh back to each other

My throat had gone dry for there was no fresh water

And all of the islands had finally gone under

So I looked to the horizon for something new

But all that I saw was the blanket of blue

It seemed like it stretched for what I thought was forever

And I knew that I wouldn’t last in this sea of shallow

The sky suddenly darkened with large black clouds

The kind that usually pour water down 

And I knew instantly what it would mean,

The torrential downpour would surely flood past my knees

I found it odd that I was looking for water,

that it was all around me and becoming a bother

I didn’t even remember how I had gotten to this place

Or even why I thought it would have been remotely safe

So I stood in the ocean letting it flood

Allowing the water to creep further and further up

I stopped walking onward and stood fast in one place,

Until all that could be seen were my head and my face

When I opened my eyes I could see under water

And all that I feared had been scared away by the thunder

I started to move my legs just to see,

If I still had motion in my watery knees

I could move and run and walk and talk

And what I had sought was there sure enough

All that it took was the passing of time

And a little patience in the ocean of what wasn’t mine

Take Me Back To New York - written by Dan Forsberg and Chris Bergquist

Verses:
I guess I played it mediocre
but now I'm gone, not cause of who you were
I fought to try and erase time

Heavy lids, these eyes of shame
bloodshot rims, no sleep no gain. Now
foolish words from my foolish mouth.

It couldn't hurt to get away from
these southern hills, where everything's so plain
open skies, the thunder and the rain

Take the train, the bus, or plane
despite the ways, we'll never be the same
this love's on my fingertips

like the strings, my heart still sings
to resonate, a steel-stringed sillhouette
of six, separate paths to fret

a tight grip on the seat, a fresh page
where the ink will not seep
words will always pass the time

Chorus:
Take me back to New York
To the city lights, shining bright
as they were

Take me back to summer days
to freedom close, in this northern state
I've run away.

Bridge:
Hearts will mend
With Love unbroken
In lights and sounds
Of contrived motions When
Hearts will mend
With love unbroken
In lights and sounds
Of contrived motion again
Time. Will. End. And.

Take me back to New York
To the city lights, shining bright
as they were

Take me back to summer days
to freedom close, in this northern state
I've run away.

I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe, 
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.
The ship is still stable but the crew gambles feats; 
the price of the earnings might be a little too steep.
The sea is so churning with the emotions of few, 
the albatross flies high seeking to confuse.
The bird will circle, causing chaos;
blinding the sailors with her nautical knowledge.
And all the while the sailors train their eyes towards the sky,
no longer watching the edge they defy.
But now a whirlpool forms ahead of the ship, 
endangering the lives putting the crew at further risk.
You see the spiral down is the worst part,
not the drowning or the water swallowing your life.
The ocean can harbor dangerous things, 
get too close to the edge even the biggest ship will sink.
And I will continue to sail this ship, 
but steer clear of the whirlpool which hides my fate.
I'm coming too close to the edge of the globe, 
the sea is filled with rocks and sunken boats.

Rivers and borders and states separate 
All across Dixie, these summers displaced

Knowing the distance isn’t that far but
When you miss what you don’t have
We might as well have been stars

You’ll whisper so close
but I’ll whisper so far
You’ll whisper so close
We might as well have been stars

These snow falls and mountains jutt from the crust 
Two thousand miles of road, ice, and dust.
Through the summer heat of Georgia’s blue skies
To winter still living across colder miles
To winter still living all across colder miles.

But no poems or rhythms can duly make due
Cause no matter the distance I’m still far from you
As unfortunate as the miles between
I’ll still keep on holding to my foolish dreams
I’ll still keep on holding on to my foolish dreams

So I try my best to make it each day
For you are what’s keeping all my fears at bay
And even though we might never work out
Like ice in the west I’ll eventually thaw out.
Like ice in the west yeah I guess I’ll thaw out.

This stemmed from a conversation I had with a friend lastnight about the downhill nature of the end of some relationships. Sometimes you just can't be friends afterwards, we just steal emotions. and then it then turned into something else haha

what if i told you i would wait as long as it took
the sun would set and the moon come up
a thousand times in repitition; a light on my afflicted condition

what if i told you that i felt this time delay
it always ends in one of two ways
love ignited, such a beautiful thing
or no longer friends but petty emotion thieves

it's always a risk to see where the path leads
but sometimes the end justifies the means
the future is uncertain, changing and moving
and you're still what gives me sleep deprevation
so i will wait as long as it takes
cause "love sees possibilities that do not currently exist"