Pisaries Creator

I decided to write whatever came out of my brain while I listened to certain songs. This is what I came up with and trust me it isn’t flushed out or pretty by any means. I guess you could say it’s the creativity (if you can call it that) coming out of my fingers.

Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones

Get ready to go. Spin around and make something happen. They are ready and so should you be. Don’t let them leave you behind on the streets. The night life has started and everyone wants to be taken to new heights. They are not dying like some believe. They are fully alive and awake. They are waiting for you. They are waiting for me. They are ready for anyone to take them away. Fly high. Fly low. Fly all over the tall buildings. See the sights you’ve never seen before. Toss and turn all about, use holes you’ve never used before. It’s not a crude thing to do, but a part of who you are and part of who they are. It won’t last forever. It won’t last the whole night. There are always pills to make it less tragic. There are other pills to keep going when the sun comes up and greets you a great hello. Spin around some more and don’t stop. Your body might be wanting to sleep and your head on a pillow, but you are not a quitter. You are a winner. You aren’t a loser. You want it all. You can get it all. You can be that person on the poster everyone secretly envy’s and wants to be or sleep with because you know like no other that you are the greatest gift on earth. You are better than sliced bread. You are not wheat or white but something unnamable.

Song: 1000 Oceans by Tori Amos

Don’t be alarmed when I come into your life and rip everything you knew away. The rug you stand on is no longer there. You are now on your face with a bloody nose. Don’t be afraid. There is nothing to fear. A little bit of blood is a part of life. The cycle will go on and on. You will still be breathing in and out. So, will I always follow you around when you don’t know I’m even there. You see I am your watcher and safeguard. You probably think you know better than me and don’t need me, but you do. Face it, girl, you are a mess from head to toe. Someone needs to slap some sense into that head of yours because you are much too hard on yourself. Let go of the pain inside of you, what you thought you knew, and what is no longer there. You deserve to not feel this way anymore. I can almost see you being happy if you let yourself truly feel that happiness. You reject it like most people do, never realizing the magic that slipped through your fingers. I will continue to wait for you to discover you are better than you project yourself to be. Don’t look outward anymore for silence but accept what you have become. Wipe that blood away and throw it away.

Letter to Memphis by Pixies

Scribble the words down as fast you can. There isn’t much time left. Most of the people have already left because you took so long. They tried to figure you out. You didn’t do enough knowing what your audience was all about and what they wanted from you. You disappointed them and that is why they see you as a failure. Keep wandering the streets, lost like a homeless woman, and looking ever grungy and not in a good way. The time of the 1990s has long past and you did not belong in any band from the reaches of any big city, Seattle or elsewhere. You are not the person you wanted to become but face it the audience that left aren’t either.

Song: Santa Fe by Jon Bon Jovi

If you look deep into yourself, you can still see the footsteps taken by those long dead. The spurs that dug into the horses they rode must still be here somewhere. Their legends and deaths can’t be for nothing or can they. I wonder what will be remembered 100 years from now and what will continue to be lost to history, each day, little by little, chipping away at the bad legacies of those who bleed for only themselves. The paths we all take are up to us, but some of us have them laid out before we are even old enough to know what we should do or where we should walk. Those paths that were walked were some of the best and others were the wrong ones we travelled. The fears they must have felt are nothing but the fears that we feel today. The dirt we stand on is a different and while we think we will live forever, none of us really will, and if we are lucky, we will be remembered for more than 50 years. It takes a village to hold humanity together and that humanity has chipped away as those who rode silently into the night in order not to get caught. They only felt the truth when they were stripped of everything except God and the few bottles of whiskey they kept in their flasks, just in case. If you lean toward the sky with your ear up, you can hear the voices of those from not so long ago. They call you to come to them, but you don’t want to go. You don’t want to follow their footsteps. You don’t want to kill. So, you walk away, turning your back, listening to anything else but their intentions.

Song: Something I Can Never Have by Nine Inch Nails

I fell to the knees at the sounds of you opening the door. How could it be that you are still here? I wanted to get away from you and all the emotions I felt inside. I used to think you were good for me. When will all this despair end within me? I don’t like feeling tortured in all places high and low within me. There’s nothing I can swallow to forget about you. I so want to forget about you. I never understood how powerful you had become when you tried to find common ground with me. I curse myself for needing you, for wanting you, for thinking you were the solution to all my problems. All that was hitting me in the face was the opposite. You were my mortal enemy, the one that kept me up at night, the one that made me question everything good thing about myself and reduced me to rubble. It’s like a fire blazed through my soul and left it charred with all the tints between black and white. Here I sit on my knees, bruised and sore deep within, but showing nothing on the exterior. Maybe, I am stronger than I thought. This feeling goes away as quickly as it came to me. I’m not the person neither my old self or new self wants to be. Please come down from above and help me to find a new place for me. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to be where I am. I’m tired of all of this and want to not think anymore. Can you take my ability to feel away? Please! I’m waiting.