Superman

by R 2 on Jul.26, 2010, under My Music

[Intro]
Baby,I know your hurting right now but dont worry
I’ll be your superman

[Chorus]
I can love you like no one can
I can be your superman
Just take my hand lets fly away
I promise i’ll be there everyday
Just close your eyes lets start to fly
I’m gonna love you until i die
Until the day of my death till my very last breath i’m gonna love you
When no ones left

[Verse 1]
Come fly with me baby
Yeah i’m the one with the S on my chest
Forget about your ex
He dont know what love is
He just failed the test
Plus he dont treat you right
He keeps you crying all night
See he’s like your kryptonite
I came to give you that strength so you can leave him behind
You can start all over just press rewind
Cuz he dont understand that your one of a kind
So sweet so sexy and just so fine
I’ma fight till my death just to make you mine
I’ma never neglect you
Never have time to stress you
And always respect you
Girl your like a hidden treasure and i promise to love you
From now until forever
Oooh para siempre mija
Te promento te voy a amar
Hasta la muerte

[Verse 2]
I’m the type of guy that will stand by your side
To wipe them tears when they fall from your eyes
I’m the one you hold when your nights is cold
The one that stays near to fight away your fears
You aint gotta be scared
See i’ll put an end to your ex
No more beating you up or pulling on your hair
See i came to save the day
A man like that shouldnt treat you that way
And i dont understand why’d you take that route
Look at yourself, your beautiful inside and out
You need to drop that zero, uh
Let me swoop you off your feet cuz i can be your super hero
Do you follow my lead?
I guarantee you baby, i’m all that you need
See you can change your plans
All you got to do is call on me and i can be your superman

[Bridge]
Will you be by my side for the rest of my life (For the rest of my life)
Will you love me till i die

[Chorus]
I can love you like no one can (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can be your superman (superman)
Just take my hand lets fly away
I promise i’ll be there everyday (ooh you promise)
Just close your eyes lets start to fly
I’m gonna love you until i die (till i die)
Until the day of my death till my very last breath i’m gonna love you
When no ones left (oh yeah)

[Outro]
No ones left
Till no ones left
Till no ones left
Gonna love you
Gonna love you
My superman
My superman

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Yup.

by R 2 on Jul.17, 2010, under My Random

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Not conceited.. more like…disheartened

by R 2 on Jun.29, 2010, under My Random, My Thoughts

Humans are so odd. I am baffled by how I can be one.

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Dismal Chasm

by R 2 on Jun.18, 2010, under My Thoughts, Poems

The smile on my face is guilty
Betraying the smile you planted once before
When I was your rose bloom, your paint, your drug
Your inspiration
I scramble to find traces of you among my belongings
Words that coat my heart, hauntingly
Color combinations that stole the beat
Symphonies of wonderful from the mind I adored,
Adore,
Adorn
Dolor in my chest, begging for another verse
You hold my beauty in your heart
Play me just once more
Release the notes my heart sang to yours
Listen
Fire has been waiting under my sheets
And you never came

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For My Lover, Returning To His Wife

by R 2 on Jun.15, 2010, under My Random, My Thoughts

She is all there.
She was melted carefully down for you
and cast up from your childhood,
cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.
She has always been there, my darling.
She is, in fact, exquisite.
Fireworks in the dull middle of February
and as real as a cast-iron pot.
Let’s face it, I have been momentary.
vA luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
She is more than that. She is your have to have,
has grown you your practical your tropical growth.
This is not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,
has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast,
sat by the potter’s wheel at midday,
set forth three children under the moon,
three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,
done this with her legs spread out
in the terrible months in the chapel.
If you glance up, the children are there
like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.
She has also carried each one down the hall
after supper, their heads privately bent,
two legs protesting, person to person,
her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.
I give you back your heart.
I give you permission -
for the fuse inside her, throbbing
angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her
and the burying of her wound -
for the burying of her small red wound alive -
for the pale flickering flare under her ribs,
for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse,
for the mother’s knee, for the stocking,
for the garter belt, for the call -
the curious call
when you will burrow in arms and breasts
and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair
and answer the call, the curious call.
She is so naked and singular
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.
As for me, I am a watercolor.
I wash off.

Anne Sexton

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-_-

by R 2 on Jun.09, 2010, under My Thoughts

My heart and mind are screaming for stimulation.

I want your expression. Please, it’s all I ask of you.

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You Who Never Arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke

by R 2 on Jun.08, 2010, under My Photos, My Thoughts

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me– the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house–, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening…

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~This reminds me of you~

Photo by DPX

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1,2,3 Dive

by R 2 on May.28, 2010, under My Thoughts

This isn’t what I wanted to be.

I’m tired of trying to be pretty. I’m tired of trying to impress. There is no point in trying to be someone… it gets you nowhere. Need to learn to want to be me, not be someone I want to be.

Have to work a job where I’m so exhausted when I get home I actually sleep. Be a mother. Do the 9-5. Here we go. Time to do what I have to do. Take out the trash. Out with the old, in with the new… or lack of anything is better than the unhealthy old.

Meh.

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