Oceans

Up Down, Up Down
How the ocean always stays the same.
Im so jealous beacuse everyday
it relives the same great waves

Nothing ever stays the same
Here the time just blows away and I
I miss these moments
I wish the clock was broken
Time isn't everything
here the hourly bell rings
and the morning bird sings.


There goes the oceans again
Reliving every wave and every burst of energy
Never has to hold on to the fragile memories
No worriing
The waves come back, in the oceans
Come back to me, sweet wave.
My memories been broken
the wind swept it away
but not like the oceans
whos always reminded of its waves

Here we go and here we fall
here we live right through it all
here we lay in peace for waiting
There we come and there we go,
look at the time and how it goes
that moment will never be again

It will never be this minute again
With every breath a second does end
Its too much to relive if I pretend
That time can be frozen
But I cant notice you again.


There goes the oceans again
Reliving every wave and every burst of energy
Never has to hold on to the fragile memories
No worriing
The waves come back, in the oceans
Come back to me, sweet wave.
My memories been broken
the wind swept it away
but not like the oceans
whos always reminded of its waves

Who Am I To Plan Tomorrow?

I lay in bed to acknowledge my day.
Listing all the aspects that went my way.
But who am I to choose everything I want you to say?
Who am I to take the person that you are away from you today?

To lay before I sleep and wish
That everything is just on whim
Its ridiculous to think that's real
To forecast what you fancy and feel.

Who am I to plan perfection?
Who am I to think of speech?
To lay in bed before I sleep and think.
"I'll say this to you, and I'll chortle because its true."

This life is full of twists and sorrows
too much life for laters and tomorrows
If I can't control what happens today,
Who am I to plan hours into what I say?

The Hardest Part

I thought the hardest part was the fight.
But the hardest part is keeping the frown
How am I supposed to tell you what has happened
When I can't even show that I'm down?

Theres something that I think you should know
but I dont know how to bring it up
It doesn't really fit conversationg and I
dont know how your feelings will go.

All this time I'm devestaded and
All this time I'm down.
It felt like my life was completly faded
and it's to early to turn it around.
I expected to cry throughout the day and
I thought the hardest part was the fight.
I expected it would eb so muche easier to say but
the hardest part is leaving the light.

I'm too happy here and I should be in fear
Life is at stake and theres decisions to make.
I should be falling, wheres my devastation
Whys there laughter in this creation.

This is so weird, this is so bad.
What has happened should make me feel sad
stop the cute and stop the fun theres something i should tell everyone
But I can't.
I can't bring myself to take you down with me.
You bring me up your too good of friends to me.
Its time i tell you something devistating.

All this time I'm devestaded and
All this time I'm down.
It felt like my life was completly faded
and it's to early to turn it around.
I expected to cry throughout the day and
I thought the hardest part was the fight.
I expected it would eb so muche easier to say but
the hardest part is leaving the light.

The Things My Walls See Daily

Pounding
Pounding from the radio.
Surrounding.
Surrounding me with every note it plays
And it plays daily.

You've found me
The way you've opened every door
Astounds me.
Am I not broken anymore?
You've pulled me.
I'm here in one piece ain't I cuz you've fixed me.

Four Walls make a room and
Two people say it's true that
When your not home I go
insanity
Four walls
See me dance and hear me sing
consistently
I embarrass myself naturally.
You've set me free.
Oh, you've set me free.

Run and hide and run and hide
bombs, they fall from every side.
Look at you and me collide
perfectly but none should see
so go and run and try and hide
they pressure us from every side
we go straight you've set me free.

Four Walls make a room and
Two people say it's true that
When your not home I go
insanity
Four walls
See me dance and hear me sing
consistently
I embarrass myself naturally.
You've set me free.
Oh, you've set me free.

Four Walls make a room and
Two people say it's true that
When your not home I go
insanity
Four walls
See me dance and hear me sing
consistently
I embarrass myself naturally.
You've set me free.
Oh, you've set me free.

You hear me sing so honestly.
How's it so easy to free me.
So many have tried and here you are with such ease.
Its farther than a trip and means more than a tease
My walls don't know you
they wonder whats gotten into me.

10 Reasons I Won't Get A Myspace.

This is no creative piece of poetry or songwriting whatsoever.
However.
If I had a dollar for every time I've been told to get a myspace. I could buy the effing website.
Therefore, to prove my point. I'm going to post here. My blog that allows me to space properly.
(Oh, Alisha, You have more than one?!)
Why yes. Kind parton. I do.
*hauls her lazy typing rear over to her AIM buddy info to get the link she made up and no surprise, forgot*
(Insert Here)

Anyhow. Here We Go.

10. The "Myspace Profile Pic*
We've all seen it. Observe the teenage girl at her natural habitat. The macbook. Notice the acne gathering on her face as its somehow burned by the radiation of the screen which now has a image of guestbooking and commenting burned in. And observe her profile picture. Her eyes, drenched in liner, is staring in some odd direction like a confused Blondie.(No offence. I love you light haired people.) Her lips, scrunched to the side of her face like theres a lemon in her mouth, making a kissy face. And we have the ever popular peace sign! *Sigh* It's better than the D-Bags who take pictures without there shirt on.

9. FDS. Also Known As Facebook Deprevincy Syndrome.
I am a facebooker. I admit it, a social networker. As much as I strongly dislike every app that ends in the words "Life, Ville, Pets, ext." or starts in the word "Happy". I would miss it. As much as I dislike saying it, Things would feel incomplete without a page full of "Alisha Marie has gained to level 45 in Farmville and gained 4 more cows!" No, I don't play it. But Being the creative writer I am, The name I would make up would probably exist.

9. Continued.
What apps does myspace even have anyway! and what else is myspace except for some pictures on a page and status updates. Facebook is for people like me who prefer not to be bombarded with probably sucky music when she goes to write happy birthday on her friends wall.
Oh wait. you don't have a wall, you have profiles.

8. Profiles.
I just want to take a broom, and sweep it across my computer screen when I come across a profile.
Its so, so, out of control.
for example. I added a picture of the typical facebook page.

I have no idea where it is..
but. its there. somewhere.
Look at how clean cut it is. In its lists, and updates, all in columns and
*sigh* how lovely.
Then theres the myspace page. Of which I'll add later, for it's about midnight on a schoolnight so im on guest for easyness.

So anyhow. We notice the uneeded pictures that are love quotes that prove desperate.
The insanely complicated backgrounds that make it hard to see what your saying.
Which is prolly totally inhuman and not using a single complete word.
"OMG WI GOT2 HGOUT SAT!"

7. Like I really need anything else on the Internet.

2 blogs+
1 Facebook+
1 Website+
1 Twitter+
1 Flickr+
1 Yahoo!+
1 YouTube+
1 AIM=
9 Places where I'm already exposed.
I don't think i need to continue with this one.

6. I did have a myspace
I already had one, It bored me to tears.
That's about it.

5. My Schedule
Get up
Go to school
get back
do homework
go skating
come back
go on facebook
talk to friends
bed.

No vacancy's.

4.Your army will not take me down.
I'm a facebooker. You could call me General Facebook. I got one friend to go on, and another friend, and we all got together and ganged up on other friends to get them. I know the strength of a social network army. And I know you have no power past persuasion.

3.Conceited Drama
Nobody really uses there relationship status on FB. On myspace though, not only do they use it, but they abuse it. It's going to annoy the heck out of me. Theres nothing more really too this. But its a lot to me.

2. You don't get no (guitar riff) satisfaction.
Ha ha. I love watching people beg.

1. I DON'T WANT TO.
Is this clear? Is this thing on? No. I don't want a myspace.

Dress-Up.

Almost. Almost.
Almost.
Thats the key word here.
Almost.
Should I have named this little suaree..almost?
Yeah. But, it doesn't get the point across.
Just the story through.
Funny. How this turned out.
Funny, how it was so, just..
Almost.

So here we go.
Yeah. Here I am. Laughing. Smiling.
Funny, how the only people who know I can't hold a grudge, hold the reason why I should.
Here's to you. And how you need to know.
This ISN'T okay.
Here's to you, and your ignorance.
Best friend :).
Open your eyes. We're five. And playing dress up, like the old days.

Your sporting quite the outift. The ignoranamous superiority look.
I guess its really in this spring.
Notice how your your hand was dressed down, limping there alone.
And how its also giving a mysterious outlook, how its hinting, longing.
Come on now, walk down the runway. Give us a twirl.

Dont act like your alone here. I've got my own chest of outfits.
Im really going for the mythical look.
If you look, the smile is neatly painted.
And I'll give it an attitude. How I laugh, but really, this giggole is tainted.
How beautiful, to hide such anger with such, elegance.
Ha ha. How we laugh like the old days.
Betrayal.

Sorry. I had to, persay, throw that out there..
Sorry.
How.. idolesant of me.

What a flashback.
Best Friend.
Hows your outfit going.
Thats great.
And your acting career?
Oh yes. I belive I saw an ad for something your in.
"...shines as a seemingly loyal sweetheart, who has a secret. How long can she pretend that what she's doing is okay on all levels?"
Shines, huh?
Thats what I expected.
You shine at everything.

Like the reviews asked.
How can you?
How long can you hold it in. How long can you just put on this, game of dress up, pretending that you dont notice that I'm playing too.
But it's fine.
Your forget best friend. My stratagies.
You can put on your sweetheart act, my worthy frenimy.
But has it donned on you, yet, my persuasion skills?
This wont last another week, honey.

XOXO- Lish.

Xoxo..that has a nice ring to it..dontcha think?

Its Everything. And your pretending.

I feel like your third wheel, but that means I'm always around you.
Not that i like it but theres nothing else i can do.
But what i love is how it messes up your mind.
You fall forcefully right down for me, while i stay behind.

Its the feeling when you come home smelling like me, and not your girlfriend.
Its the tone in your voice i know when you pretend.
That I didn't catch your lasting glance right over here.
But I'm not gonna try, I'm not resorting to tears.

Tell me that my eyes deceive.
Your the only one who will believe me.
I don't think anyone else will see what i see.

Lets just pretend
maybe that its meant to be you've been talking about her, while looking straight at me. Your aiming for the curves. But potentially,
I swear we might be cursed.
But I can see that silver lining.
It took you long enough to see. We're the happy ending.

It's the feeling, when you tell me that you love me, and I know how you mean it.
And that you take the time, to explain its not like a sister,
because you're not crazy about your real sister.
It's the knowing
That every girl that's competition ends up in your heartbreak.
I love you, but I love seeing your heart break.
That's one more move, i can make.

Sinister,
Oh my do i feel so down right horrible.
But doesn't that make me feel so outright beautiful.
Knowing me is knowing bad.
Ain't that sad?

Oh look. Green means go,
But pedestrians get the right of way
so come on, walk this way.
We'll get out of this traffic jam and nothing will feel the same.

Its the feeling of knowing that your down
Its the feeling of seeing you drown
Its the warmth i get when you get confused.
Its the love i get when i shouldn't love you.
Its the feeling when you come home.
and leave your jacket on me.

Static

I've seen you grow in person
I've seen you learn to live on your own
You've got big dreams now
but your thinking of leaving our town.

You've got these dreams and now i dont know what to do, with you.
I wish i could say that where ever you go that i'm right behind you.
Sometimes i think to myself, what it would be like if you we're to really go.
And I hope that i never really know.

Beacuse you stick to me like static
Electricity, It magic.
How you're always next to me
It's tragic, how you still dont see
Our wanna-be fantasy.
Just tell me that you'll never leave.

Let's just pretend you realize.
The things that go on in my mind.
Let's just say that you decide.
To stay here, now look me in the eyes and tell me.

You can't no, dont leave me right yet
Every time i'll think of you, i can only dream of almost.
If you abandon me, i dont see how i could forget.

Beacuse you stick to me like static
Electricity, It magic.
How you're always next to me
It's tragic, how you still dont see
Our wanna-be fantasy.
Just tell me that you'll never leave.

It's been three years, maybe four years
Since you haven't known,
look my, how we've grown.
As we grow, we need to move onto to bigger things
But your the biggest thing that's happened to me.
Whats this about you leaving me.

Beacuse you stick to me like static
Electricity, It magic.
How you're always next to me
It's tragic, how you still dont see
Our wanna-be fantasy.
Just tell me that you'll never leave.
Beacuse you stick to me like static
Electricity, It magic.
How you're always next to me
It's tragic, how you still dont see
Our wanna-be fantasy.
Just tell me that you'll never leave.

These Stories.

"All of these lines across my face
tell you the story of who i am
So many stories of where i've been
And now i've got to where i am

But these stories dont mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
its true, i was made for you.

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you"