Friday- Fictional

Hia! Today, I am posting a song I wrote, titled Fictional. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think! sometime after Christmas, I hope to post a fully recorded song, and maybe even a music video! Enjoy, and have a wonderful day!

Elsie

Spill saltwater tears in my wounds

I didn’t think the end would be so soon

Our time together making a story

I thought you were writing it with me

But now my page is gone and I write on myself

And the words don’t mean anything to anyone else

Our story came to an end

When you told me it was all pretend

You were fictional

You weren’t real

I wasn't intentional

You didn’t feel

Anything for me

Our love was fictional

Spill impure water in my mouth

Poison me it doesn’t matter anymore

Our time together making memories

I thought you were remembering with me

But now you are gone and the pictures have just one

Person -not smiling all alone

Our story came to an end

When you told me it was all pretend

You were fictional

You weren’t real

I wasn’t intentional

You didn’t feel

Anything for me

Our love was fictional

You gave nothing back when I gave to you

Half of the time the things you said weren’t true

Our time together making paper hearts

To have you just go and tear them apart

Now that you’re gone and I threw them away

I found I didn’t even want them to stay

Our story came to an end

When you told me it was all pretend

You were fictional

You weren’t real

It wasn’t intentional

You didn’t feel

Anything for me

Our love was fictional

Verse one-

Spill saltwater tears in my wounds

I didn’t think the end would be so soon

Our time together making a story

I thought you were writing it with me

But now my page is gone and I write on myself

And the words don’t mean anything to anyone else

Our story came to an end

When you told me it was all pretend

You were fictional

You weren’t real

I wasn’t intentional

You didn’t feel

Anything for me

Our love was fictional

Verse three-

You gave nothing back when I gave to you

Half of the time the things you said weren’t true

Our time together making paper hearts

To have you just go and tear them apart

Now that you’re gone and I threw them away

I found I didn’t even want them to stay

Refrain-

Our story came to an end

When you told me it was all pretend

You were fictional

You weren’t real

It wasn’t intentional

You didn’t feel

Anything for me

Our love was fictional

Fun Friday- Mellenia

Happy Friday! this week I'm posting a song by my good friend, Willa. (willafivecents.blogspot.com) Enjoy and have a great weekend!

Mellennia

I stare at my phone

My heart dropping like a stone

Rereading the text you sent

The night before you went….

And now, two thousand years later

I can hear your voice like a narrator

In everything I say, everything I do

Oh, It’ll take more than a millennia for me to forget you...

A century hasn’t gone by

That I haven’t thought about you and I

A thousand years could pass

And I’d still remember your face

Like the reflection in the looking glass

I’ve listened hard

Watched the skies and stars

Wondering what happened

Or how this could finally end

But here, two thousand years later

You’ve left my heart open like a crater

I see you in everything, the words they say

Oh, I won’t forget you, though every age pass away

A century hasn’t gone by

That I haven’t thought about you and I

A thousand years could pass

And I’d still remember your face

Like the reflection in the looking glass

Oh, we’ve stayed still

While time’s run on

Two thousand years

And I can still feel the heartache

Of finding you gone.

Say you haven’t forgotten

The memories haven’t fallen

Say you still think of me

Over each century

I stare at my phone

My heart droppin’ like a stone

Watching your number appear

With shaking hands, I hold it to my ear

And now, two thousand years later

You’re in my heart again, infiltrator

As you say hello on the phone

“it’ll take more than a mellennia for me to leave you alone…”

A century hasn’t gone by

That I haven’t thought about you and I

A thousand years could pass

And I’d still remember your face

Like the reflection in the looking glass

A thousand years could pass

And I’d see you with me in the looking glass...

Fun Friday-My Last Hurrah

This week for Fun Friday I'm posting a Vignette by my older sister, Moriah. Enjoy, and have a great rest of the week!

I take a deep breath. I 'm actually doing it. I'm going to finally get out of this business. Just one more gig, one more performance, one last hurrah. Today, thousands of my fans, and whoever is siting in from of their TV will hear me sing my new song "Hello and Goodbye" for the first time. And the last. Because what they don't know, is that this is my very last concert.
You see, I have a quickly progressing form of cancer that I'll be having surgery for tomorrow. A surgery which I have a very small chance of surviving. Even if I do survive, I'll never sing again. I've known about this pending, possibly fatal, event for months now, but I had decided to wait until I could tell most of my fans at once.
Now, backstage in the dark, I wonder if I should back off. Then I hear their roars of approval as the band comes onstage, their laughter as my agent jokes around before introducing me, their hush of anticipation as the music starts. I can't let them think that they'll see me again. I stand up and brush off the long, white, silk gown, and glide onto the stage. They scream with happiness until tears come out of their eyes. Until I stand there, and my eyes glance over the audience, being sure to include the many station cameras, and say those words I've dreaded for forever.
 "A big hello to all my fans out there tonight. But also a sad goodbye." A hush falls, so quiet I can hear my guitarist's restrained sobs behind me.

"I have some news for all of you."

And here's a link to my sisters blog- www.symptomsofwritesanity.blogspot.com

Fun Fridays- When I see a rainbow

From now on, every Friday I will post not some of my writing, but a song or story from someone I know. Today's Fun Friday is from my little sister Clara. She is 3 years old, and I wrote this story down for her a few weeks ago. Enjoy, and have a great weekend!

When I see a RAINBOW

By Clara

When I see a RAINBOW, I will meet a unicorn. And I will ride away with a butterfly and the unicorn and catch butterflys and pick flowers for the Unicorn and Butterfly.  The unicorn will be  named  RAINBOW because she is a RAINBOW. The butterfly name will be Rina. And I will be a smiley face. And I will be a RAINBOW. And I will build a castle out of rainbow and paint the bricks RAINBOW. And we will live there forever and be happy, and I will find my pets, and they will sleep in my RAINBOW crocs. 

THE END! :D