People are music ♫
The differences in people can be thought of like various aspects of music.
Some people are a rhythm, a chord, a key, repeating over an over again, varying little (if at all) from their original forms.
Yet others are more complex.
Some can be a melody, sixteen bars, or perhaps longer.
A melody that flows above the gentle chords of their fellow humans.
A melody that changes and adapts as their tempo speeds and lingers, the key to their song changes its color, or perhaps change just simply because the melody is meant to change, be it by choice or by chance, or the hand of fate that wrote her beauty into life.
Yet still.... There can be others.
A higher level beyond just a rhythm, or just a melody that changes when it's needed.
Perhaps the highest level of human existence comes from the human containing all of these components.... And creating a song.
A musical piece that cannot be defined or understood by merely what it is composed of. More than a key, a tempo, a melody.... A complete person is greater than the sum of these musical attributes.
A person who is a song, who holds meaning in their song--whose song sings of their own experience.... Merely for others to listen (if they provide the time to do so).
Pure music is never the same when played twice, because the music is contingent upon the situation with which a person currently finds the self.
Their emotion
Their experiences
Their friends
Other music, and "music" that has inspired them and their song....
♫
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
What is worse:
The fear of being physically alone?
Or the fear of being the only one tuned to your frequency?
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
I have quite a simple request, I believe
I just seek the slightest of reassurance
With the smallest amount of attention that could be given
I do not desire much
Not temporally, not monetarily
I simply wish for the bare minimum
The very smallest amount
I would be more than willing for it
I would take the smallest amount of attention
A mere decimal of your precious time
I wouldn't complain
I wouldn't argue
I wouldn't do anything beyond show gratitude....
It is clear that the bare minimum is simply too much to ask
So why won't you just tell me this?
Why do you promise "always"
When the actions yield a "sometimes"
Why do you dream of mountains but stay on the molehills?
Why do you act as though your world is coming to an end, when it has only just begun?
Why do you hide away in your abode, cooped up with your electronic plaything
The stupid, minuscule electric computers
That are running our lives, and our communication skills into the ground
And why do you tell me to trust what cannot be trusted?
Why do you forgo honesty; because you
Wish not to hurt my feelings?
The disconnect hurts much more than any truth ever could
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
It is crazy to think that you
Will never understand
It is beyond my reasoning to comprehend
What you are doing
Do you not understand the consequences of your actions?
Are you immune to the fact that
Your actions resist no immunity?
Why are you so careless?
Why are you so unreliable?
Why are you so fake?
You are quite misguided if you believe
You are the only person you are affecting
Every decision you have made is
Reflected in others' lives
With every move you touch someone
Be it with a gentle stroke
Or a fierce swat of your mighty hand
Do you choose to not care? Or are you seriously this delusional
Do you realize the impact you have made on others?
Do you truly feel nothing as a result?
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
In some ways, I am quite certain
That I am one of the only ones
who feels this way....
A degree to my name, a certification
That I have paid my dues in the
system of education
According to this piece of paper,
In reference to the past four years
I have fulfilled all requirements
for an undergraduate degree
I am done
There are no more exams I am required to take
No more classes recommended for my
area of study
I am free
I have completed my education
Society has congratulated me, and
is ready to welcome me
In the workplace
In the field of "my" choosing
According to everyone else, I should be thrilled
I am not required to ever return to academia
Most in my position are relieved that it is over
....but not me
I see students
Backpacks filled with laptops and textbooks
Some walking alone, some with others
Some have just begun their journey
Some are nearly finished
The rest are thrown in the middle
Lost but searching
Be it for an answer for their course
Or an answer for their time, their days....
I have nothing but jealousy towards
My friends, whose days will be filled with
Courses
Exams
Textbooks
Notebooks
And all that classes demand of them
I wish so desperately to return
But for the same area of study as my bachelor's degree?
I feel lost
A lost that will lead me to the correct path, with time I know
But is it normal to feel this way?
All I know is how to be a student
And I quite vigorously threw myself into this profession
And I have succeeded....
....but must it end?
May I return to my education, my dream that I so desperately miss?
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Music, sweet sweet music.... ♫
Take me away, let me soar to the sky
Take me to a place where problems are solved
by the greatest lyrics, the perfect beat
The music will take me to a place
where life was as simple as being yourself
as simple as loving life, and everything in it
Music, sweet sweet music.... ♫
Take me to my love
May I hold him in my arms, and never let go
May a day never go by that he thinks he is unloved
may I love him always and forever, for who he is,
and who he is not; and if it possible
may he love me back
Music, sweet sweet music.... ♫
Tell me what is wrong, tell me what is right
Tell me what to do
Tell me I'm not crazy, tell me I'm not sane
tell me what it is I have to do so I do what I'm supposed to
tell me I'm not wrong.... tell me I'm not right
just please.... just tell me....
Music, bless'ed sweet music.... ♫
Show me life, show me hope, show me faith, show me peace
Show me death, show me pain, show me sorrow, show me unrest
Show me what it's like to feel emotion
It doesn't matter what emotion,
just let me feel....
Music, sweet sweet music.... ♫
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC