unfinished songs...

sometimes there are no fine lines between dreams and reality

I’ve got nothing

You want

But I’ll hang out

And haunt

Let me pretend

Open eyes

Live a dream

Deepest sighs

Sadly we wait

For sun

You’re impatient

You run

Come on in

Sit awhile

I’ll believe that

Plastic smile

~and this is the part, this is the part, when D switches to A into G, this is where the chorus goes, an anecdote to make it all better, to shine about a light of hope, this is it, this space right here, but we stand silently in the shadow of our fading histories, neither one of  us want a dead dream, sadly the chords go from minor, to sharp, to flat…oh god, not an Eminor, not an Aminor, this chorus ends us, ends the dream and back into thus reality, I’ll drown in those tears, without fighting for air…without taking a breath…..

Let us go

Beyond the end

Let us soar

Help me pretend

….

Author's Note

i've sat with a guitar in my lap and a notebook on my knee...and tried to write a song that would give me some closure...but when your head stays in the fantasy, you'll never find the back of the book

Reviews

[Crowley]

Stay away from the minor chords for christ sake.......and everything will be fine right? Unfortunately that darkness descends down the fret board until we are relegated to play bar chords in a s****y punk band all by ourselves. The only silver lining is that little number at the front of the stage with a mohawk and a killer body...maybe everything will be alright after all, at least for the moment. This is a fave of mine...I love it.

[Quinn Blackburn]

wow... powerful, poignant, evocative... excellent wordcrafting. sadly true too that we cannot find closure until we are ready to face the end of that particular book.

[Ruth]

Awesome!
A process where the head remains in that fantasy - ah yes, I understand this lol
Beautifully written, wonderful structure too love!
xx

[AreWeBothCrazy]

I really liked the like song insert there. as a guitarist it was a nice touch that reminds me of my musical roots and how it all ties into writing and art and beauty. well done, very powerful

[Michael of Gilead]

Stop allowing the fantasy...face grim reality....and deal

[emmajoy]

Seems finding that perfect chord, that perfect touch, is like trying to find a walking breathing angel on earth .. always trying, always looking; but surely it has to happen, some time, some day 'Let us soar ~ Help me pretend' ..

'when your head stays in the fantasy, you'll never find the back of the book' .. those are the phrases that stay in my mind .. what your poem says is thought wrapped in fine but sad words, somehow, to me - your note says it how it really is.

[Jami Nicole]

There's just something about this that I really like, I'm not sure what it is, but all I know is I like it.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

this is seriously an art...artistic piece bro...

[Aven]

melancholy is my favorite condiment... and you are my favorite cook ^.^

[Robin]

the guitar never lies , you pick it up and start to play, you fight those chords of truth , but they will pour out .

awesome writing here my friend .