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.
Being Pro-Life isn't easy."Prolifers’ are crazy fascists
Who complain about abortion,
They put some cells before a life,
And chastise a woman for her choices.
They must not understand,
How it feels to be judged,
To be hated or shunned down upon.
Or deprived of love."
But get this straight right now,
Because that’s not at all true
I have a really good feeling,
You don’t know what we go through.
Pro- life isn’t about abortion,
Whether a fetus is alive or not,
It has a much more deeper meaning,
And it would help to give it some thought.
Pro-life fights for those,
Who are alone, depressed or scared
Who think death is the only way,
To get them anywhere.
Prolife fights for those,
Who are beaten, for their orientation
or those who are looked down by the nation.
Pro life fights for those,
Who starve in other countries,
Why do you think Catholic Groups,
Go to feed the poor and hungry?
Prolife fights for those,
Who simply have nothing left,
Who are alone in the world,
And are welcomed by onl
StargazingThe stars are watching me tonight
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
Is it odd that I guessed my fate before I could even piece it together?
With my father and his cruel teachings.
My mother and her superiority.
My brother and his anger.
My sister and her detachment.
I've been smiling this whole time..
This whole time!
But that's all I ever did.
Not breathing, not catching a breath.
But now, I understand why I didn't.
For each time I breathed, I breathed glass.
Sharp pointed shards.
Piercing my throat, cutting my tongue, blood gushing from every slash.
Thick crimson lava dripping down to my adam's apple.
Blood flying out with each cough.
Oh-how this pain defines me!
Oh-how I wish it didn't.
CatharticShut the door and breathe a sigh,
Not many understand
How truly vital is this time;
I take my pen in hand.
I lock myself inside my brain
And tuck away the key;
And finally I open up
Into a writing spree.
Sunlight rushes in upon
The cobwebs of my soul;
The stale air is swept away
My thoughts can now unroll.
Scattering mosaic words
In frenzies on the page;
My spirit soars in victory
Like swallows from a cage.
The bottled feelings that I hide
Find refuge and release;
This quiet pen-and-paper world
Enfolds my heart in peace.
Disastrous EscapeNow I know of your pain
please stop lying,
you know you're going insane
I want to save you from yourself
They hurt you
and I want to help you
but we both know
how this is going to end
I'll run to beg you stop
but I'm too late
as I see the gun drop
I'll find your body on the ground
with blood scattered
I touch your face
so serene, so cold
I will not leave your story untold
for this was your disastrous escape.
Scars decorate my body
Evidence of a troubled past
If only I knew back then
How long scars truly last
Needles and syringes
All have touched my skin
If I had known the consequences
I wouldn’t have done it back then
My body craved the numbness
My lips needed to touch the bottle
An addiction so toxic
It turns you hostile
Beaten into submission
My self-worth forever non-existent
If only I knew how to work my voice
If only I kept my distant
I wrapped the lips around the poison
And shoved it in my lungs
And now I know the danger
Of starting a deadly habit so young
Always searching but never finding
What is it I’m looking for
If only I had known
It was right behind the door
I've Done What I CanYou’ll be able to see one day
I’ll never lose my faith in you
If there’s something you want to say
You know just what to do
I’ll be waiting here for your voice
I've already done what I can for now
But it’s up to you to make the choice
You’re the only one that knows how
No matter how dark the night
There is nothing to fear
There’s no need to fight
The dawn is already here
The Unsung WritersFrom wonder we departed;
A journey to cleanse the soul.
Asunder we had started,
Coming together in the folds.
Captivating hearts and minds,
With flows of rhymes and rhythm;
Gravitating toward these lines-
With a show of time and wisdom.
Among a sundry of reason,
For poetry, song, or prose-
With the words we believe in,
From the shadows we arose.
From broken dreams,
Our words a potion;
Bleeding into a stream
Of intricate emotion.
We come together,
With souls as igniters,
As the Unsung Writers.
StayCan we go back to the good times?
Forgive me for all of my past crimes?
Can we just be happy like when you were here?
The joy we had, reuniting after a year.
The time since you went back has been our loves bane.
Every single day apart, I feel your affection wane.
Our hearts were once connected by a frozen ocean.
But the summer has come, and burned away your emotion.
I hate how I can reflect on these past three years.
And discover that I could have prevented all of our tears.
If I could fix it all by traveling through time and space.
I would catch every tear that has ever trailed down your beautiful face.
I would cradle your heart as I sowed it back together.
And I would do all that I could to make you smile forever.
But we live in the real world, not a fairy tale.
And my mission to keep you happy, I did fail.
It's crazy how quickly my halo turned into horns.
My love went from soft and sweet, to a field of thorns.
Only now do I see how my sins have made your heart sway.
But I won't stop