When you walk away, You don't hear me say Please, oh baby, don't go Simple and Clean is the way that you're Making me feel tonight It's hard to let it go
You're giving me Too many things Lately, you're all I need You smiled at me And said,
Don't get me wrong I love you But does that mean I have to meet you're father? When we are older You'll understand what I meant When I said "No, I don't think life is quite that simple."
When you walk away You don't hear me say Please, oh baby, don't go Simple and Clean is the way that you're Making me feel tonight It's hard to let it go
(So simple and clean)
The daily things (Like this and that and what is what) That keep us all busy Are confusing me That's when you came to me And said,
Wish I could prove I love you But does that mean I have to walk on water? When we are older You'll understand It's enough when I say so And maybe, Some things are that simple
When you walk away You don't hear me say Please, oh baby, don't go Simple and Clean is the way that you're Making me feel tonight It's hard to let it go
Hold me, Whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings The future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before
When you walk away You don't hear me say Oh baby, don't go Simple and Clean is the way that you're Making me feel tonight And it's hard to let it go
Hold me, Whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings The future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before
Hold me, Whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings The future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before
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"Memory in Winter" Today we saw a ghost We ran to the nearest hurt And managed to lie Until we cut each other's throat
And I could not lie When I told you this The snow stained with blood Will forever, always be red
So tell me a story I have not already known Those music lines are ending Those threads are being sewn
The hurt I see from yesterday Dances in the air You wish you could But you can not visit yesterday
And the nude seen on the beach She was but a dream 'Tis but a dream growing from a Dream The vines taking back-seat
And I wish I could lie When I told you this That that love wasn't real But it will forever, always be a lie
Memory, this is all a lie Nothing but a dream.... Why won't you believe?
(by Catherine Conally)
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"You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like a toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength" -Henry Brooks Adams
"Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All mean come into this world alone, all leave it alone." -Thomas De Quincey
"Believe nothing. No matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it; unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense." -Buddha
Needless to say I've decided that I hate my hair...I wanna just hack it all off but that recquires being bald. Don't know if I could stand that......
Christmas, well, was a joke. I've thought about it, and I've thought about it till I can't anymore; and all of that has made me come more deeper into the realization that things will just never be the same or different...not exactly. I mean, yeah, Christmas was good for a while. Like Mark, Lisa, and Sierra coming over the day before Christmas Eve was great...but then on Christmas Day...me and mom really got at it...I just need to learn to keep quiet and stop having an opinion altogether...but, what does she expect? Me to cry every time I see his picture? Maybe wail and throw a pity party? Does she expect me to show remorse or melancholy that he is dead? I just don't get it..what is the point of crying or any of that foolish stuff...it's just a way to get a migraine and make yourself all sad...there's no point. It's pointless....I don't get it, why cry?
Then New Years was cool until I realized towards the end of my phone call that I don't trust my Best friend anymore...don't ask me why. I don't know...It's just like a light clicked. I don't trust him anymore....I geuss it's just time.......
Then after that I went out to hang with the family and realized, too late, that Grandpa was a little drunk. Which I can normally handle from people, but he loves to poke at me and make fun of me when he's drunk....and for some reason, I've always seeked approval from him (probably b/c he gives so little of it, and he tends to be like me) and when he does this it just hurts......he did it the night dad died. I remember...Olivia was there and he had waited, it seemed, for the whole family to be gone before he started telling me I needed to be an adult now and how irresponsible and childish I was....which I geuss is true....and it's just that, too. He never yells....I could handle yelling better; but he tells it in such a calm voice....I can't handle gentle voices when people are mad....not only that, but I've always been such a wallflower around my grandparents....it's Christine they love, not me....
So I go to sleep then around one and proceed to have nightmares.......I mean, honestly, so far, this is all been a roller coaster......*sigh* Sorry.....shouldn't be complaining....
On a brighter note, I have sucessfully written a new poem...........right, and I'm also blacking out my other two sight since no one really goes there....I might shut down the French one...way too hard to write those entries.
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths--and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Sorry.....shouldn't be complaining....
.....right, and I'm also blacking out my other two sight since no one really goes there....I might shut down the French one...way too hard to write those entries. 
-Catie
