Freedom

My heart is on fire.
My veins are pulsing with flame.
My skin is melting off of my bones.
Watch as I burn.
All you will see is a glow,
All you will feel is a calm.
I might be engulfed in fire,
But pain is absent from my face.
Ash to ash and dust to dust,
We all return to the dirt.
I am sick of the anger,
That once consumed my life.
I will let the fire cleanse away all you've given me.
All the hate,
All the pain,
Hoping to have nothing left.
In the absent of self,
I will find everything.
Without you,
I can be anything.

Gravity

A man once sang, "I'll never know what makes this man, with all the love that his heart can stand, dream of ways to throw it all away."

I can't help but feel compelled to write, and then you hear that "twice as much ain't twice as good, and can't sustain like a one half could. It's wanting more that's gonna send me to my knees," and I feel compelled to cry.

The "gravity" of this song hits home for so many of us who have our hands full, and yet we still want more. The honesty in the lyrics sends a heartbroken message of a man fighting with himself to preserve what he has and to avoid temptation by shining a light on it.

I love this song not only for that honesty, but also because I can feel the emotion that is in the chords and the lyrics. It is a song that will echo in the minds of everyone who hears it and it's painful story of a man's realization.

"Rain" by Jon Heintz

This song has broken my heart. I heard it on Flashpoint tonight, and I felt something inside me brake. As a tear rolled down my cheek, I realized that it was my heart. I don't know why exactly, but I had to research the song on Google and then on Youtube. I had to know the name and the artist, the man who had broken me. I found it on Youtube and couldn't help but feel like sharing this amazing "pain" on my blog. This song has done what most try, and most fail. I can't help but feel drawn to this song. My soul has been hurting for so long now, and I couldn't cry, or even show the pain. My heart had to be torn for my eyes and my mind to mourn for my soul.

"Mon coeur est triste. Pourquoi êtes-vous triste, mon coeur?
Mon coeur porte le deuil pour mon âme. Pourquoi je ne peux pas porter le deuil, aussi?" -Ginna Blankenship: April 9, 2009