My Own Devices

rough rough rough draft written January 12, 2008 (c) QE3

about:
I love using symbolism (a clock, a mirror, a music box) in my writing, and in rough drafts like this I focus more on the feelings I'm trying to express than the format. Some lines are way too long, and some are short, some are out of place and there isn't a true chorus yet. However, I do feel this song has a lot of potential so I'll keep plying with it and see what I can find...

I may play around in garage band later and if i come up with anything (music+ a good tune) I'll post the mp3 here ^___^

found this in an old journal today:
bcisabdhjBcukasdwysbshxvuk
cvhgdisuygvsHJAKydguewdvx
(chicken scratch, I'll try to disipher more later...it's something about a clock...)

but something in the ticking wasn't right
we didn"t harmonize
and though i felt the peices clicking
all you felt was emptiness inside

a shadow of the one for me
the light in you i thought i'd see
can't materialize when.....

it's made up of my own devices

there's a mirror in which i see
a crystal clear picture of you and me
and my own heart's fragility
when tempered with
it just might split
and the shards of glass from the broken mirror
promise me bad luck for seven years

the picture i thought i could see
likes broken--
shattered at my feet
the image that i thought i saw
inside the mirror was photoshoped
by my own hand
to make you smile the way i'd planned
decieved again....

by my own devices

footprints in the morning grass
the music box that was your laugh
the way you joked and kissed my hand
perfect gentleman

but all of this: a game of dressup
underneath the mask: a messup
kisses kisses
all stage kisses

the part you played was just an act
and off the stage i see the gap
between reality
and me

stage makeup washes off
my devises are not waterproof
the you i wanted to see....
washes away

we sit and watch the fireflies
but there's no fire in your eyes
just a very small reflection
lacking depth and imagination
where's the shine?

all made up of my own devices
who am i to recognize?