Raymond D.C. Hedges
Music ease my tears, save me from this bottomless hole of sadness.
Music tease my ears, pleasure me and bring me happiness.
your name scared upon my heart
will never burn again
the flame that had been burning inside
will die and leave no evidence behind
the scar will fade
your memory in its wake
i will shed no tear
i refuse to cry
you were my strongest scar
the one that had cut me deepest
i was never gonna let you fade
but you gave me no choice
your scar is no longer worth the pain
i will carry you no longer
your scar will fade
and so will your memory
each kiss is unique like a persons signature on your heart. the first kiss writes it down and it says to you don't forget me don't let me leave your heart. each kiss after reignites it like a hot flame and then when she leaves you it becomes like a burn it scabs over and blisters and the more you think about it the more you pick at it and reopen the wound but in the end its just a kiss isn't it?
being poetic sometimes just comes to you naturally. the words flow through you onto the paper in a beautiful rythmic way and they paint an emotional landscape of thoughts and feelings but then someone sees it finds all the flaws all the things that made you feel it was yours that made you feel unique ruined. you feel exposed, hurt, scared. you hide from yourself you won't let your muse out for fear of having your art distroyed altered and corrupted. so you change you pick up a brush you dip it in the paint and you let the flow begin again. your strokes are thrown at the canvas where you feel the anger, your strokes become detailed and gentle when you feel happiness or calm emotions. but then someone sees it they see only the flaws they tear it apart and you along with it. where the lines are jagged from your anger and disappointment they only see uneveness and imperfection. where the shading is uneven from the sadness and the pain they only see imperfection they can't see what precious beauty lay deep inside the painting and the use there words to hurt you to make you feel like you were wrong like your not doing good enough. so you swear never to touch a brush again you will never let yourself flow with emotions like that ever again you tell yourself. but then you change you learn to play the piano you learn to make your fingers glide across the keys in the same was a figure skater glides across the ice. and with each key stroke you heart beats a note that flows out through the piano like blood through your vains. it feels natual it feels good it makes you feel alive you let go. everything comes out everything you feel and think flows through your fingers the notes of your heart beat expressed through the notes of the piano. the feel of the ivory on your finger tips becomes unnoticable you beome one with the flow of the music your heart beats in time with the rhythm of you soul of your music. and then someone hears it they come in and they take a seat and for a while they listen then they stand up and without a word they leave the room and you continue to play you let your flow continue you pay no mind to the person who just left the room. they return they have brought people with them and they sit quitely and say nothing. you stop playing you stand nod to each aknowlegeing their presense and then leave because the music wasn't for them it wasn't for them to judge even though as you leave you hear the people talk about how amazing they felt you were you no longer care they approval or disapproval means nothing its no longer about your art being good or being acceptable its about being...