Superhero

I painted a superhero
But that wasn't what you wanted to be
But I needed a superhero
And you were simply amazing to me.

So I lost my superhero
You just didn't want to conquer all
Sometimes its not about forgiveness
Maybe buildings are just too tall.

In my cape wearing fantasies,
I forgot you had human flaws.
Perhaps I counted on the impossible
I thought we could get through all.

I honestly thought just telling you
You'd have the power to make it go away
My delusion again of supernatural powers
I wish I wasn't this way.

So I lost my superhero
Because you say you aren't right for me.
But for all my faults and screwups
A capeless you meant so much to me.

But then maybe you really are a superhero
In minutes you were able to move on
I guess I was alone in the wreakage
Now I have to deal with what was done.

TW Dec 12/11

So much to say

Standing on the edge
Afraid to go deep
I've drowned before
It's not for me.
I know what you think
But I keep holding back
Waiting for magic
Please excuse the lack

  Well its not living,
  Why don't I try
  I'm so scared
  To be found out alive
  Its not me
  To be hiding this way
  So much can happen
  So much to say.

I dream in colour
Life's black and white
Unsure of circles
Tell me if its right?
I see rainbows
But still I can't say
Maybe with blindness
They'll just fly away.

  Well I'm not living
  Why don't I try
  I'm so scared
  I'm barely alive.
  It's not me
  To be hiding this way
  I'm missing so much
  So much to say.

       Well I hear a story,
       I imagine its Me
       I can dream
       Of how it is to be free
       But its my choice
       To be happy this way
       So much can change
       So much to say.

  Well I'm not living
  Why don't I try
  I'm too scared
  To be let out alive.
  So I pretend
  You like me this way
  So much can happen
  So much to say.

-TW Jul 25 2011

So It Begins

Picture perfect in a box
Leave it in at any cost
Painted pictures full of white
Evil courses through at night.
Fanciful glory at the why
Fictional stories never lie
Tis the answer for songs of sin
So sit back and watch it begin.

TW Jun 10/11

(Context- its an intro to a story I'm writing.)

Belief

Do you believe in magic
In fairy tales coming true?
Do you see life's tragics
When you see, what do you do?

Do you have the answers
When everything else fails
Do you spin a world of wonder
Amongst your golden tales.

Do you wait for fire flies
Above campfire smiles
Do you wait for starlight
To outline kings and styles.

I believe in angels
And that dreams can come true
I know anything is possible
Because I believe in you.

TW Jun 4, 2011

Dreaming

Magical wishes
Locked up close
Just a little pretense
Noone needs to know.
Thoughts and wonders
So much could be said.
But whats a little miracle?
It's how dreams are fed.
I wish I could say
But what would you do?
Nothing is perfect
Except maybe you.
Something so wonderful
Imagine how it would be?
But keep it personal
Nothing here to see.
So best keep dreaming
Nothing else to do
Beauty in a package
Hiding dreams of two.

TW Jun 4/11

Mirage

It's something magical
This world of you and me
It can move mountains
I've never been so happy.
To say the word forever
And plan a future we will build
There's not enough words
To explain exactly how I feel.
It's a thousand wishes
Miraculously coming true
Everything is possible
And it all begins with you.
I could spend everyday
Marvelling how perfect life can be
But its just denial
They took you away from me.

TW May 23/11

His Poem

For once there isn't much I can say
I realize I must have acted in a very bad way
And I am at a loss for what to do
Still before I let go, I have to explain it to you.

I have always had a strange view of romance
And competing with a dream, you hadn't a chance.
I was so worried about protecting myself
I never thought I was able to hurt someone else.

I built a wall to hide all the fears
And it never came down over all the years
Sometimes I would have done anything to take it down
But the thought made me crazy when you weren't around.

Being so involved with myself, I have been blind.
Never once considering it acting unkind.
All I ever wanted was someone who'd understand
But without explaining it, noone can.

I never thought that you were acting because of me
Believing only that you'd prefer to be free
And even though you didn't do everything right,
It was me who ran instead of staying to fight.

Deep within my heart I'm trying to explain
What might have happened if I hadn't been the same.
'Cause you got to me in a way few people can
But I lost my courage, got scared and ran.

Hiding I never said what mattered
And then in danger, my behaviour shattered.
I just needed to hear you needed me too
But I guess you have your hangups too.

Now you know more than you need
I can't handle it when someone comes close to me
So please remember when times were fine
And with that I can leave it behind.

TW 1994

Fumbles

It's true that I try too hard
When I care about someone's thoughts
I make so many mistakes
It's shorter to list when not.
Sometimes I say too much
And I never have the right thing to say.
I hyperbolize my faults
But I still like myself this way.

I'm guilty of dreaming
Of things that cannot exist.
I loose time in wonders
And sometimes I am proud of it.
I still climb the walls
Even when the signage says no.
I don't mean to be nosey
But to every why I want to know.

I wish I could help
But sometimes I just make it worse.
Really I am just a fumbler
Probably just part of the curse.
And I'm so desperate to try
As much as I am to explore
I've driven thousands of miles now
Just to find the meaning of more.

I am called nasty words
By people who profess to be good.
I try so hard to see all sides
But often I am misunderstood.
And I refuse to commit myself
To any one belief
The list of faults can be endless
But still I like me being me.

TW May 10/11

Dream House

We built a home out of paper cards.
You told me they were bricks.
Supportive doesn't question you
So I tried to close my eyes to it.
I tried to build a world
Forgetting the foundation was so weak
Even my fantasies were lonely
But you claimed I never let you speak.
So many humiliations and embarassments
I fought desperately to endure
I thought giving you time was the answer
I always planned on a cure.
It was the life of the demoralized
Waiting, waiting, waiting for naught
My soul eventually faltered.
You even blamed me for what you got.
The cards eventually fell
When you finger pointed me for all your lies
The pain blended with outrage
I barely remustered in time.
You were able to move on so quickly
I was left with an incredible mess
But that's what happens when you play house
Your stack of cards is but a test.

TW May 10 2011

Prophecies