We are all scared the memories of our past will come back to haunt us. A bad nightmare that reoccurs over and over again in our minds. The scars of the nightmare still affect us today, even though we swear we are over what happened. This is a lie. Somehow though, we seem to keep up the lie and make people believe it. " Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri not only tells the regretful past of her life but how we can reject the unpleasant things to come.
If you have ever had something bad happen to you; which everyone has had one bad thing, then you know as soon as this happens you want to fix it. If you don't it feels like something that is unaccomplished in your life, a forgotten part of yourself altogether.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Physco
He stared me with intent eyes and a moving mouth. I had nothing to say back; I wanted him to be forgotten. Never to be heard or seen again. Someone who was a distant memory that had flown away; to be forgotten forever. While his mouth moved I heard the words " Done with you", " Can't take more of this insanity" and " Crazy". Before I could stop it though; a tear ran down my cheek, smudging my mascara. Then it was silent. The man I now deceived had stopped talking and was motioning towards me. Just seconds later his voiced boomed out loudly " You always do this. Make me feel bad like it's my fault your so annoying and unpleasant to be around." -- to finsh
Monday, May 2, 2011
Author's Note: This is an idea I got from the song ' Jar of Hearts'. Not based on anything real
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
He only breaks of the girls he uses
Unless they are scarred first
By his worst intentions
He is scared of the dark
But loves to fool others
Never to find a lover
He will gnaw away at everything you own
He collects his jar of hearts
One by one until it is full
Then starts a new one
For everyone to behold
I have been scarred by him as well
Half of the city knows his name
Yet no one can catch him
A devil in disguise
Women are scared to go asleep at night
Men protect their homes
But are filled with fright
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
Guns can reflect off his body of armor
Torches don't scare him
He can't be altered
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
Jar of Hearts. My inspiration song.
"CHRISTINA PERRI - JAR OF HEARTS LYRICS." Lyrics. N.p., n.d. Web. 2 May 2011.
Now I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love
I loved the most
And I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
And I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/jar-of-hearts-lyrics-christina-perri.html ]
Dear, it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
He only breaks of the girls he uses
Unless they are scarred first
By his worst intentions
He is scared of the dark
But loves to fool others
Never to find a lover
He will gnaw away at everything you own
He collects his jar of hearts
One by one until it is full
Then starts a new one
For everyone to behold
I have been scarred by him as well
Half of the city knows his name
Yet no one can catch him
A devil in disguise
Women are scared to go asleep at night
Men protect their homes
But are filled with fright
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
Guns can reflect off his body of armor
Torches don't scare him
He can't be altered
He walks through the town
Without a word to be spoken
His heart is like metal
And can never be broken
Jar of Hearts. My inspiration song.
"CHRISTINA PERRI - JAR OF HEARTS LYRICS." Lyrics. N.p., n.d. Web. 2 May 2011.
Now I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love
I loved the most
And I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms
And I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time
Who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/jar-of-hearts-lyrics-christina-perri.html ]
Dear, it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back
Who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
- Based on the character Cynthia from Raymond's Run
The piano came to a sudden hush as my fingers slipped off the keys. Perfection, as always. I am a perfectionist. It is who I am. I try not to show off a lot; but being who I am that is hard. At school my main goal is to be better than everyone else. It may seem like I am a snotty girl who only cares about showing off, but that is not true. I am who I am because of my life. Ever since I was a little girl I've been trying to change my life. Growing up in a house where everything has to be perfect has changed who I once am. Kids in school have known me for showing off and always being this way. My parents expect me to win everything. Spelling bee's , to test's, even mastering the piano. The one thing I hate about my life though; is that so many people dislike me. Including one person who I dislike back, Squeaky. Also known as Hazel Elizabeth Deborah Parker. But I am kind of jealous of her. She has a life. I know her brother and she always seems to keep a sharp eye on him. She is a role model. Being a girl in all adults think we are supposed to be dainty women who stay in the house and listen to their mothers while they talk about politics. Squeaky is different though. She not only stands up for her brother but I think she enjoys doing it. She is also a great runner. She practices every minute of everyday. She is so good at practicing something she loves. I don't get to practice something I adore doing. Sure, I have spelling bee's and piano lesson's but I don't have something I enjoy doing. But today that will all be determined on how well Squeaky has practiced. Gretchen is going to race and try and beat Squeaky this year. She is pretty brave getting the nerve to do this. Even though I hate Squeaky more than piano lessons or spelling bee's she has a passion for running and I admire that.
The piano came to a sudden hush as my fingers slipped off the keys. Perfection, as always. I am a perfectionist. It is who I am. I try not to show off a lot; but being who I am that is hard. At school my main goal is to be better than everyone else. It may seem like I am a snotty girl who only cares about showing off, but that is not true. I am who I am because of my life. Ever since I was a little girl I've been trying to change my life. Growing up in a house where everything has to be perfect has changed who I once am. Kids in school have known me for showing off and always being this way. My parents expect me to win everything. Spelling bee's , to test's, even mastering the piano. The one thing I hate about my life though; is that so many people dislike me. Including one person who I dislike back, Squeaky. Also known as Hazel Elizabeth Deborah Parker. But I am kind of jealous of her. She has a life. I know her brother and she always seems to keep a sharp eye on him. She is a role model. Being a girl in all adults think we are supposed to be dainty women who stay in the house and listen to their mothers while they talk about politics. Squeaky is different though. She not only stands up for her brother but I think she enjoys doing it. She is also a great runner. She practices every minute of everyday. She is so good at practicing something she loves. I don't get to practice something I adore doing. Sure, I have spelling bee's and piano lesson's but I don't have something I enjoy doing. But today that will all be determined on how well Squeaky has practiced. Gretchen is going to race and try and beat Squeaky this year. She is pretty brave getting the nerve to do this. Even though I hate Squeaky more than piano lessons or spelling bee's she has a passion for running and I admire that.
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