Sweet voices filter
through anxious ears letting out
a sob of relief.
Only when his heroes sing
can he breathe and find his wings.
The World AliveThe heavy music is pounding in my ringing ears as the sweat gathers on the back of my kneck under my long, curly pony tail, dripping down my spine and soaking into my thick, black band shirt. I can feel the firm floor shaking beneath my aching feet in their worn sneakers, as the rest of the euphoric crowd and I jump up and down, waving our arms, ignoring all the painful jabs from elbows, feet, and other body parts flailing in the excitement. We're all packed in tightly like sardines, watching wide eyed, as the band members take the stage by storm, feeding off of the energy of the grasping fans below them. In every breathe I take I inhale the sweet scents of fake smoke and sweat. Tasting nothing but the dryness of my own mouth, I continue to belt the lyrics that the rest of the crowd and I know all too well. We're so loud we almost overpower our idols on the stage, as they preach acceptance, convincing us to believe in ourselves, even if its just for the night. Flashing, colour changing
I Was HypnotizedYou owe me your best advice,
anything that can help will suffice,
you got me hooked,
I was hypnotized.
You used to pull the strings,
had my stomache in a backwards upswing,
but you broke every bone,
and left me alone and hanging.
The Last NightIt will finally be over. All I have to do is jump. I was standing behind the railing of the town bridge.
Blinded by my anger and pain all I could think of was the countless fights; all the nights that I'd cried myself to sleep; all the time I'd spent inflicting pain upon myself. But it was the most recent fight that was lingering behind all my other memories right now.
"You're useless! And selfish!" Mom yelled as I entered the house, past curfew as usual.
I didn't meet her eyes as I walked past her to my room, ignoring the urge to yell back. I had learnt over the years that yelling only made things worse.
"You can't do anything right! All you care about is yourself! Did you ever think of how I might feel? Not knowing where you are, worrying about you!" I could hear her screaming at me from the other side of the door now.
"Sometimes I'm so afraid that you won't come back!"I heard her yell as I pulled my headphones over my ears, blaring the loud, angry music that I'd grown so a
Dedication Road"Stay awake, get a grip and get out you're safe,
From the weight of the world just take,
A second to set things straight.
I'll be fine even though I'm not always right,
I can count on the sun to shine,
Dedication takes a lifetime,
But dreams only last for a night."
But only dedication can make your dreams come true. A lifetime of dedication. Sometimes you have to leave other dreams behind. Sometimes you have to leave people behind, even after they've helped to propel you forward. They get discarded on the side of the road, a road called Passion Street. And only after you've walked down Passion Street, can you turn left and walk down Dedication Road, to reach Glory Lane.
I vaguely remember the day those men brought the old piano into my house. It was old then, and it's old now. An aging, brown upright piano that had belonged to my great-grandmother, my mother's grandmother. I watched, my eyes wide, as they placed the piano along the wall, taking in the many black and white keys (52 whit
I AmI am musical and crazy.
I wonder what it would be like to fly,no airplane required.
I hear Nezumi singing.
I see spotlights when I close my eyes.
I want a cello.
I am musical and crazy.
I pretend I'm married to Andrew Dennis Beirsack.
I feel exasperated.
I touch smooth, white, ivory keys.
I worry that I'm going to be stuck in this little town for the rest of my life.
I cry when I'm at a loss of what to do with my life.
I am musical and crazy.
I understand that sometimes my life will suck.
I say music is the one and only true saviour for the world.
I dream that I'll perform for a crowd of one million.
I try to be the best ninja I can be.
I hope that my music can help people realize who they really are.
I am musical and crazy.
The Feeling of ParoxysmI'm numb, detached,
my limbs hanging at
my mind disconnected
from my heart and soul.
The only feeling I remember
is the feeling of paroxysm,
like my mind and
heart would explode.
Now it's all I can hope for.
To be able to shake violently
with sobs again.
Instead I'm left attempting to
crush my skull with
my bare hands.
Screaming, kicking out for
something that isn't there,
something to shatter,
something to shred like a paper heart
that belongs to a false hope.
Set Fire to the Worldraise the jail bars above your head,
and burst from your cage,
the world might not welcome you with open arms.
but you've got no reason to be afraid.
Embrace your faults with a smile on your face,
with outcast written across you forehead,
screw low key, and being a part of the background,
scream to be heard, and dance to be seen.
turn the volume up on your heart,
let it beat to a different drum,
stronger than before, you're untouchable,
unstoppable, setting fire to the world.
You Say Disgrace I Say FreedomI'll spread my wings, ripped of their plumage and strength. I'll fly. I swear I'll soar high above your atrocious yet lovely head. I'll feel beautiful when I look in the mirror, even if I see your dangerously perfect face laughing at me, shining in the mirror behind me.
You say I'll fall from grace,
but really I'll soar to freedom.
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,
as we read the pages of a book.
We fall in love with them,
For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.
Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,
We each pick and choose who we like.
For these characters are more than you think,
when a reader invites them into their life.
Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,
That the stories, and tales don’t exists.
That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,
vanish when the story ends.
I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,
A fictional character is real.
That I see him as more, than a page in a book
he’s something that I can touch and feel.
For many who read, create their own worlds,
because reality is just too much to take.
When life gets confusing, stressful or tragic
we feel like we just want to break.
There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,
nor family, can understand what’s inside.
Because in actuality, though it
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again broken
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
SeafoamI think that perhaps I will live life alone
And die silent and soft in my vagabond home
Outlive the people who still know my name
And through my departure, leave earth just the same
I'll leave no one behind me to cry in the night
I'll leave no great sorrow or absence of light
But if I end up leaving someone behind
And I sleep, uninvited in thoughts in your mind
I have no great wisdom to banish your sorrow
No special thoughts for a brighter tomorrow
But please, dear friend, if you find yourself able
Don't strap me down to a cold metal table
Don't paint my face or polish my nails
Or set me up in a box and peer in through the rails
Just wrap me in cotton and rock me to sleep
And lower me into the billowing deep
Don't let me rot in a box in a grave
I want to dissolve into seafoam and waves
Stand UpYou let them hold you down, with fear,
Their cruel words are all you hear,
And you wont speak up, from where you lay,
If you don't stand up, here you'll stay.
Were both survivors, you and I,
But you'll never be free if you don't try,
I know its easier to stay this way,
But you only have this one chance to break away.
Stand up, stand your ground,
Use the voice you just found,
This is all a game you'll no longer play,
Because if you let them win then you will pay.
They can't hold you down forever,
Use your brain, you're much too clever,
To let them walk all over you,
You're stronger than that, you know its true.
Because you're stronger than you've seemed,
And smarter than they've gleamed,
You're better than them by far,
Stand up, show them who you are.
maybe at a time
in another place perhaps
"us" might have been
none of this fighting and death
painful as it is to say
is not real, a dream
but you must know this
as you kill my family
fathers and their sons
it pains my heart, to
see them die, but even more
to see you kill them
the man that i love
piercing their bodies, bathing
in their scarlet blood
and now, as I gaze
down at you, down at them, i
cry until i choke
my dear, i wonder
with all your heart, your spirit
do you believe that
it was worthwhile, it
made your soul satisfied, quenched
your thirst for our death
it sickens me deep
to know that i loved you, and
STILL love you deeply
despite all you did
i yearn for tranquility
when we could've been
Too ColdThe day is long,
the wine has gone...
I’ve nothing left to offer.
And outside there,
are trees stripped bare,
I think, with me, they suffer.
The cosy fire
retains your ire,
It does not warm me through.
The ashes shift,
as did the rift,
that widened as rifts do.
I count the hours
and icy showers.
Outside - chill winds do blow
thin and comfortless.
It’s cold enough for snow.
I wait for night,
to ease my plight,
to pile the blankets on.
But no amount
of blankets now
can warm me since you’ve gone.
Convince MeI lie in bed
Hugging my knees
Hoping no one
Can hear my pleas
I scream at them
To leave me alone
But no one stops
To throw a stone
I don’t need a knife
To feel any pain
I have nothing to lose
But everything to gain
I just hope
I’m not too late
To convince myself
It’s not my fate
I feel a hand
And turn to look
But all I find
Is what you took
All of that
I threw away
In hopes that you
Might want to stay
Some call it foolish
All I know
Is what we’ll never be
The One Who Won't BreakWhen tragedy strikes,
There has to be at least one
Person who won't break.
They are the people,
The ones that won't break, who I
Feel most sorry for.
Burn My AshesI wouldn't say I've changed
Simply just rearranged
And in my heart I've moved on
But I gave up on the dawn
If I can help enough to move along
Maybe I’ll find a fitting song
One that shows the joys and the pains
That every day runs through my veins
They gave me meds to help me think
But every day I felt my heart sink
I can’t feel my own desires
Perhaps once more I’ll feel the fires