The Pink Think Tank

I Can't Help It Today

Silentfilibustr — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 00:26:11 GMT

Why do I sit dreaming day after day
thinking of you and feeling this way?

When you never notice, you never care

To glance my way twould be a grand affair.

But I can't help the way I feel today,

My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.

It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense

So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.

Did this window open when a door shut?

Right now the view seems distorted somewhat.

Looking around, are you here, are you there?

This heart patiently hopes to hear you care.

But I can't help the way I feel today,

My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.

It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense

So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.

This road of unfilled dreams and ling'ring hopes

Mercilessly keeps me bound in these ropes

Of a powr'ful force that can't be obtained.

Still feelings are silent, composure maintained.

But I can't help the way I feel today,

My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.

It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense

So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.

~Vetta Bogdanoff

Game Over

Silentfilibustr — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 00:21:55 GMT

Animations overplayed

Lost in a fantasy world

Where guns don't really kill

And thieves aren't really real

Where all that happens is

Controlled.

Life's reality hits hard

Demanding so much more

As the heart spins on axles.

For hearts aren't made of pixels.

Love happens,

Uncontrolled.

But you can't play a heart

As if it's found in a box

Locked away

Begging to be played

A separate entity

Controlled.

For it races and it palpitates

It's hurt by silent strains.

Lack of words contain

Hurt deeper than physical pain

And feelings remain

Uncontrolled.

A game's dreaded moment,

A fateful mistake,

All efforts exhaust

And yet the players lost

Even so, a safe environment

Controlled.

The head hears silence

Little promise remains for two

And I wait with no sense of hope

Doing my best, appearing to cope

Silent words resound, Game Over

Uncontrolled.

~Vetta Bogdanoff

When Cinderella Awakens

Silentfilibustr — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 00:17:48 GMT

A hope long harbored, innermost dreams

Playing out as a memory, so distant it seems.

And I awaken, and you disappear;

A lonely face stares back from the mirror.

And I'm standing here waiting for a dream,

The one my heart suspects will never be.

And your world keeps turning, unaware

Of the emotions inspired, or do you not care?

But still a heart dances up from the floor

With every nuance waiting, to find what's in store.

A memory, a look, a smiling word,

Then midnight strikes and I know it's absurd.

Nothing but a wish remains, a simple pray'r;

And you fade away until you're not there.

Fairytale meant to be, fable or lore,

A tale unfolding, or disappointment in store?

The heart wasn't made to contain this yearning;

It's a fact everyday that I'm learning.

A servant to my heart's silent whim

Through all the tears my vision grows dim.

I can't focus, I can't concentrate;

Let me relive the dream, my heart won't abate.

~Vetta Bogdanoff