DJ BROKEN INK 2 PAPER CREATIONS SACRAMEN...'s blog: "THAT KIND OF GIRL"

3 Floors Up Im not sure of a lot right now... But I'm sure of this That I decompress from stress in my own classical way A style, original in its shade and time of day But will I see the tomorrow that's meant only for my jaded eyes to see? Should I be suspicious of the nature and season it shows up in between? And the fake plastic smile I have to stand and face, through gritted teeth, as I strain to breathe... Well, it gives me no shelter, and no sacred place in time So there are no shadows to hide the tears Im trying not to cry I just seem so broken... And I feel next to nothing as I stand here Screaming to no one in particular to let me go numb from the cold But maybe I need this... Maybe I have to endure this pain to grow my wings To take a leap of faith from this city window In silent free fall, long enough to be set free A million miles away But you're memory still haunts me here inside my mind And I just wish you would have tried a little harder to stay But you walked out of my life... And never gave me a chance to fix what I broke But I will always remember, no matter how much time passes by... That day in February, 3 floors up, kissing you're lips in the pouring rain J. Alexander

The Fundamental Elements of love And Loss... And All The Pieces That Fall In Between The Cracks In Between Those Cracks, That Now Lay Within This Old Sidewalk... When Two Lovers choose To Walk Away Leaving Behind All They Made Together... And Even though They Still Love Each Other, They Have To Go Opposite Ways And As The Copious Amount Of Tears Stream Endlessly Down Their Faces... They Manage A Timid and subdued wave Yet All The While, They Mouthed The Words "I Love You"... As There hands are forced apart, and they went there opposite ways I Love You Simonne We'll Be Together Again Some Day Honey. I Just Know we will My Love. Love, Jason

That Kind Of Girl I didn’t know what I was looking for But then you walked in the door, and I knew I’d found it I remember that look about your eyes captivated my senses And I got punch-drunk on your quiet charisma That day seems so bright to me So vibrant here in my long term-memory It makes me almost forget that I can’t give you an ounce of what you deserve What you deserve, for being that kind of girl The kind of girl who can sit here and talk with me Sharing what we both discovered on our separate journeys… Before a single glance was committed Before the very thought of each other was conceived, or conjured up after a maddening, love ridden dream This time away from you has ripped right through me All because I could remember that look in your eyes And I’m not afraid to say… It made me ten kinds of crazy I promise, you’ll see what I mean So it’s just you and me, here and now And more than a few assorted strangers passing by But lean in close to me, while I whisper my intentions in your ear Leaving nothing out, and using every colorful adjective in the book Just so you know that I am forever grateful… For the fact that you are that kind of girl I LOVE YOU SIMONNE. NOW AND FOREVER. MY SUN RISES & HAS ALWAYS SET WITH YOU MY LOVE LOVE, JASON

A Society Lost Amongst Itself Fear… Confusion… Is this all we know? Can we even begin to answer the riddle of how we came to this world? Though most of us will not live to see it, the truth shall be revealed To see what is not seen Hear what is not heard To reach out and touch the untouchable And yet, we can’t help but ask these existential questions, which we know no one has the answers to. As a wise old man once said, chance favors the prepared mind… And tonight, our minds are in favor So let the truth be told In the narrow band of twilight… Between fiery day, and freezing night We stand-alone Outcasts, if you will This place grows so quiet, so empty But still we have no peace Our psyches have abandoned us, and we feel nothing Of course, there are no simple answers Only layers of explanations, and fractured continuity Created by the one The one who kindled the stars and set the planets spinning Why do we ponder and brood over such things? Because it’s easier Easier than accepting this melancholy existence Our unfortunate reality, you might say

Bittersweet Champagne Dreams I’m still standing… But I haven’t taken a breathe in days I’m coming apart at the seams… But still I remain here in one piece Unraveled and undone on the inside While tired and suffocated occupy my every conscious moment… And creep along undetected and uncontested in my dreams So all that’s left are these bittersweet memories… Black and white at their core Will it ever come to be again? That my heart may quiet my mind, along with its dominant ever-growing philosophy? Well, I guess I’ll see when I’m able And a little more than shy of stable Taken from my book, A Milestone In The Middle Of Nowhere