Misplaced Soul and Others

Misplaced Soul and Others

A Poem by Forgotten and Loved



I never meant a word of it. I became too big and brash. I did not want your spirit to crash down, to lose all sense of time and sound. I did not mean it, did not anticipate it, did not envision it would turn out like this. How stupid we can be when we forget to think, froget to link, and all we do is dink around with grandiose thoughts and imagined feelings. Never, never, never, never... How could I? Did I really? Am I madly insane or deranged throughout my entire body? Why? No answer. How? As sickeningly as possible, I am afraid. Am I overreacting? It could not have happened except it did. Your eyes will sparkle again, your life will begin again, your hair will shine brighter than the sun, and your true love will come.... but it will not be me. No, no, no, it cannot be. It just can't be. Not meant to happen that way, no, no, not today or any other. Forgive me, please. Search all you know and forgive because I never meant to burn you out, extinguish your joy, or unlight your deepest and most meaningful yearnings. It never will be the same but I will love you forever and never will it change until I forget how to breathe... But the deed has been done... the sign has been sealed, and all the checks have been signed. Disgusting? Yes. But as true as the day.

Live Freely: A short piece which explores the mind of one who merely wants to seek temporary pleasure, knowing that he or she will never feel true love, whatever true love happens to be.

Slowing down a bit. Listening to her lush and luscious voice. She is kind of cute and will make use of me as I have never been used before but I have desperately been seeking some temporary fun. Quite a breeze, a spree, a unexpected, incredible journey is about to begin. Call me crazy, sick and completely twisted but I am not going to say "No" to a somewhat incredible girl because my heart will be broken. There is no reason. I will not die or feel less content than I do now. Continue to live blindly and freely without regrets or considering the unlimited number of consequences which can envelop one's entire life. Freely, joyfully, blindly. Enjoy what you have and go with it. No matter what the cost will be. Freely, joyfully and blindly.

I Could Not Be Uglier: My friend, Tommy, and I decided to call our group I Could Not Be Uglier because we originally were working on a screenplay of the same name. This song was originally going to be much more humorous but while I was writing these lyrics I had other thoughts on my mind and thought it would work very well as a self-doubt piece. But I assure all of you that a humorous, upbeat piece will come sooner or later.

It sounds. Another day. More stares, more looks of approval, disgust and apathy. The mirror beckons, the thoughts commence. The ugliness is a living reality, a constant reminder of pricks, thorns and bumps along the road of life. There it is. Standing, not ceasing or vanishing. Staying forever.... Will it ever be gone? Will it one day make sense? Of course not. I could not be uglier. I could not make more mistakes, be more of a nuisance or a burden to all those around me.... I could not be uglier. Imperfections, demons, whimperings of wanting to feel more, do more, be more, to love and understand more. Help the ugliness abate, eradicate and no longer be a strong, united force. Want so much more. Know it will never all make sense or be perfect but I could not be uglier. Cannot continue to be the definition of this.

herself. He or she is telling he or she whom he or she loves to not turn away no matter how great the pain or tribulation.Don't Turn Away: Yet another angsty, frustrating song of one person against him or

Don't turn away. Look here. It.... No, turn to me, not away. Be my confidant, be my rescuer. Come this way and stay with me until the darkness is not supreme. My eyes. My voice. Listen. Please listen. Much to say, much to ask, don't turn away. Treated you poorly. Ignored and neglected you. Shattered your blooming, but the care outweights the cruelty. Don't turn, don't run but come, never leave or forsake. Stay and listen. Be beside me, knowing all I say is the pure and loving promises and assurances I give, never to be broken. Don't turn away.

Questions Answered: We all have millions of questions to ask every day about the most basic things. But this explores the questions we ask from a religious, political and social way.

Escaping. Evading. Never taking hold of the wires of reality. The truth is out there but so hard to know. Searching, asking, praying, hoping I am not mistaken or misinformed. Dreaming of the day all these things have flown away home, been a past occurrence, a former preoccupation. Disgraceful. Difficult. Such is life. Never knowing, always fearing, bursting for the chance of closure and connection. Certainty and hopefulness coming soon... Hopefully. So saddened by never falling asleep, eating too much, feeling too little or too much. Loneliness as the lion of pain, bearing down on your shoulders, holding your head until the lapse subsides then return to a life free of the hard questions. Return to comfort and luxury but it is not right. So do not. As much as it a harsh, harrowing adventure of much misery, pain and loss... Question, query and ferret until it is completed and answered for there your greatest treasure lies.


These are a few songs I have written lately. If they can be considered songs is highly debatable. I do not write like a lyricist and I know next to nothing about music so only those who do know if these can be made into actual songs. However, I hope I have been able to explain the human condition a little bit. If not, I will edit and rewrite these lyrics until they mean something that all people can relate to. Thanks for reading!

© 2010 Forgotten and Loved


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