9.4.12

Making Noise

It's about: 

Struggling to love, about fearing hurt, about being unwilling to feel, viewing emotion as a weakness. Self control and objectivity being equated to indifference and apathy.
It’s ilogical you want it though and no one’s goin to stop you so you 
Take what you don’t need you’re making faces til you bleed a bead of 
Sweat upon your brow somehow bet you never speak aloud the 
Secret you can’t keep it try to beat it from your mind 
last time/this time/next time 
She’s mine you know until I cross the line although 
I fight to stay afloat I feel a tightness in my throat and still  

I’m making a lot of noise
I’m losing my voice

Sometimes I know the words I choose— Dumb lies to hurt, this tongue can bruise
Young minds my crime’s that I’m confused: A win is usually a lose
These lips can sin but it’s no use; These teeth were made to tear and chew
You better race away from here, I never want to say, my dear,
‘forever’ to your face, I fear these clever lies contrived to keep this
Dream alive disguised as a warm reality lay down with me
Don’t let me speak, I’ll likely fight ‘til words grow weak still
Wary of what I might say, I’ll carry on, still, anyway and

I’m makin a lot of noise
I’m losing my voice

I don’t believe these stories thrown at me you know I crave your company
You run from me, you’re done with me, afraid to fall in love with me
Yeah—Love—it’s what I’m yelling out, I’m spelling out, I’m shelling out
Uselessly consuming all my time and energy without a doubt
I’ve made a mess of me; I can confess wholeheartedly my clumsy chemistry
It seems it’s testing me, my sanity; it simply makes no sense to me
Tell me again, express to me simply in words that are your own
Why you won’t stay as my queen bee, my heart’s a hive to call your home

I'm making a lot of noise
I'm losing my voice

What I’m craving’s much the same thing that once made me run away at first
It’s strange that I should thirst for words that I could count somehow as curse
Containing unheard verses sung eight billion voices strong they urge,
Encourage us: “shake with us, make noise and sing along!”
But I resist this distant mystery tight-fisted, lips pressed, listening
Don’t mess with me, arrest this thief—she’s run off with my heart
Uncharted seas I’m forced to chase her through these challenges I face 
Confuse my senses, she’s relentless in her pace, still I pursue.

Photo by Samantha Ramsay