Marry the Night

Whatever, It Doesn't Matter

It doesn't matter what they think.
Call me words, try and beat me down.
Doubt my feelings or emotions.
I know what's inside.
I know what the stars tell me
when I gaze up at them.
I know what's good for me
and why he's different.
Doubt all you want.
Call me what you please.
It doesn't matter to me.

Newfound Love

The stars began to gaze down from the sky,
after a dreadful night of fog and midnight.
I had to wonder, forced to ponder,
why everything was so dark and gloomy?
Then, over the horizon, with the sunrise,
beamed a stream of light I had never seen before.
In the past, when it was blurred,
it was finally clear and bright.
The blinding light continued to rise,
it overcame the sky and filled it with cheer.
The warmth trickled over my back,
racing down my legs and to my toes.
I had never felt this way,
this happiness that was rushing over me.
And that light, that cheer,
was you.

Just an arm's reach away

We stumbled upon each other,
like babies just learning to walk.
We were injured and tumbling,
yearning for support.
A spark began to grow,
it started to sparkle like the sky.
We held each other in our arms,
hoping, wishing we would never let go.
The first chapter sparked like a firework.
The second burned like a steady candle.
And we're just getting in the third,
knowing the future is bright.

Do you wanna touch me?

Getting back into the old rock and roll roots.

Untitled Poem by Timothy Michalak

the heart of love does not love me,
but waits and rests for eternity.
never to find me yet calls my name,
leaves me in sadness and dissonant shame.

so, dear love, where do we start?
a cold winter day when we fell apart?
you left me in snow without a thought
did you know it’d be all for naught?

summer left us and fall took ahold,
before we knew it the weather turned cold.
no warning, no sign, just a shrieking cry
and on that cold dead day you lied.

you flew away without goodbyes
not even a sigh, it was no surprise,
that on that fateful night
you bid goodnight, to a love so much refined
that we know not how to handle
the blowing out of a candle.

All you have to do is hold me...

Song number 2. I may start to make music a weekly thing on this blog. Lyrics are so poetic and they're magical.

Falling into the Sea

The bird that flies too high
will eventually fall into the sea.
Or tumble into the rocky mountains,
scrapping its graceful wings on snagging branches.
It had flown too high,
reached its hay day
and now it must fall.
All good things must end.
The bird will not see the sky again.
It has given up the fight,
closed its eyes one last time.
Beat its wings the final flap.
There, under the crashing waves,
it disappears into the darkness,
with no one to save it.

Biting the Dust

It's like this, some things are not meant to be.
In a human lifetime, you encounter millions of mates.
No matter how much you talk it up to yourself,
or hope for the best,
it's not how this world works.

When something's right, it's right.
When something's wrong, it's wrong.
When something's unsure, it's wrong.
One day, it will be right.

It was sweet.
It was fun.
But it was not meant to be.