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 atawkward angles,my mind disconnectedfrom my heart and soul.The only feeling I rememberis the feeling of paroxysm,like my mind andheart would explode.Now it's all I can hope for.To be able to shake violentlywith sobs again.Instead I'm left attempting tocrush my skull withmy bare hands.Screaming, kicking out forsomething 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.
Forbidden Love.His Warmth.His Smile.His Touch.His Kiss.All of that is now gone FOREVER.Are you happy now?Have you satisfied your hate for me?I can never talk with him again...My eyes are swollen, heart is numb, an i grab my chest knowing that this is the end.The feeling of anger, sorrow and sympathy lurks deep within me.I was hoping that you would understand...how our love is ment to be...My heart beats, it bleeds cutting me up inside.Its torture to live without him by my side...All I now have is memories...Replaying over and over again...My dreams are shatteredand my hope disappears like they never even mattered.Help...I'm lost in the dark...Suffering from our two worlds that are so, so apart.I guess this is is a sign from the heavens above...This is the new beginning... of our FORBIDDEN LOVE.
I'll LieI don't want to hurt youI hate making you cryBut there's only one way to prevent itI'm going to have to lieI'll lie about the lonelinessI'll lie about the painI'll lie about the hurtI'll lie about the shameI'll lie to protect youI'll lie so you don't leaveI'll lie to keep you happyI'll lie till you believeIt's not that I don't want your helpThe fact is I really doBut that is not the point at allThe point is it will hurt youI'm sorry it has to be this wayBut I can't burden you again'Cause if I do I'm scaredI'll lose you as a friend
Bullies are not VictimsFor this one,I'll tell you what it's about;If you're a bully,You deserve to be called out.Don't go runningAnd try to tattle,Because a victim came outAnd seemed to rattle (you).You're not sorry,You just care about rep;You aren't remorseful,So you take the wrong step (again).Blaming the victim...Are you serious?I can't believeYou're really doing this.But here we are,And let me say:I won't be censoredSo you can have your way.Drop your grudge;Don't be a jerk;Don't blame the victim,Cause it won't work.Because if you're a bullyPublicly called out,You're not the victimNo matter what nonsense you spout.
Passing Me ByYou are young, they sayDon't hurry, don't cryBut it feels like the world isPassing me byHappy for othersOn their big days, I tryNot to feel like the world isPassing me byI laugh and I smileAs I wave them goodbyeStill feels like the world isPassing me byMy heart is confusedI always ask whyWhy it feels like the world isPassing me by...Never a bridesmaidNever a brideFeels like the world isPassing me by
Not All Heroes Wear CapesSweet voices filterthrough anxious ears letting outa sob of relief.Only when his heroes singcan he breathe and find his wings.