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alexandra-goia
American Just an aspiring musician, who, on occasion, writes poetry about her life.
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Silence kills me Noise disturbs me Music completes me I sit in my room alone Not a whisper to be heard The demons in the back of my head try to cling to my stray thoughts So they can be lifted from the depths of my subconscious The demons who criticize me and tease me and make fun of me They almost make it Suddenly, a *BANG* I twitch and my heart skips I look around to see a box on the floor, on its side I must’ve put it too close to the edge of the table My heart calms a little but my demons had vaulted to the forefront of my brain Because the box had disturbed my train of thought I switched on my music before a voice could even utter a word The soft melodies washed over me effectively silencing my demons The bass beat them back, sending them back to their depths The music had shut them out I can hear them curse at me—from a distance— for sending them back But the soft undertones and lilting overtones of the songs keep me from dwelling on them My mind is at ease, and my demons have gone to bed Relief washes over me as I stand, closing my laptop I leave my room, bumping into my friend She asks if I’d want to “Ya’know, go for lunch?” With my demons asleep I nod, and smile And say yes Keeping them locked up for another day.
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
Yes
Silence kills me Noise disturbs me Music completes me I sit in my room alone Not a whisper to be heard The demons in the back of my head try to cling to my stray thoughts So they can be lifted from the depths of my subconscious The demons who criticize me and tease me and make fun of me They almost make it Suddenly, a *BANG* I twitch and my heart skips I look around to see a box on the floor, on its side I must’ve put it too close to the edge of the table My heart calms a little but my demons had vaulted to the forefront of my brain Because the box had disturbed my train of thought I switched on my music before a voice could even utter a word The soft melodies washed over me effectively silencing my demons The bass beat them back, sending them back to their depths The music had shut them out I can hear them curse at me—from a distance— for sending them back But the soft undertones and lilting overtones of the songs keep me from dwelling on them My mind is at ease, and my demons have gone to bed Relief washes over me as I stand, closing my laptop I leave my room, bumping into my friend She asks if I’d want to “Ya’know, go for lunch?” With my demons asleep I nod, and smile And say yes Keeping them locked up for another day.
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“Quiet, Caring, I think she sings? She was in the musical,” Everyone walks around so smug Binding themselves to egocentrism While I sit here A burden Wondering about the F L A V O U R Of confidence No one really knows me Writing me off Reveling in my Embarrassment Just because I don’t Go out, as much Just because I don’t Lift drinks to my lips Just because I don’t Open up to everyone I can’t take it I just want to write a letter To everyone, Saying: “Yes, I’m caring. I’m like a mother to most. Yes, I was in the musical. Ensemble, thank you very much. Yes, I sing. I love to sing; I’m going to college for it. However, I am NOT quiet; My friends would argue that. I’m not anti-social. I just don’t like this corrupt world. And finally, I’m loud. I am LOUD, AND I LOVE IT!”
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Stereotypes
“Quiet, Caring, I think she sings? She was in the musical,” Everyone walks around so smug Binding themselves to egocentrism While I sit here A burden Wondering about the F L A V O U R Of confidence No one really knows me Writing me off Reveling in my Embarrassment Just because I don’t Go out, as much Just because I don’t Lift drinks to my lips Just because I don’t Open up to everyone I can’t take it I just want to write a letter To everyone, Saying: “Yes, I’m caring. I’m like a mother to most. Yes, I was in the musical. Ensemble, thank you very much. Yes, I sing. I love to sing; I’m going to college for it. However, I am NOT quiet; My friends would argue that. I’m not anti-social. I just don’t like this corrupt world. And finally, I’m loud. I am LOUD, AND I LOVE IT!”
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