To die is to know how love is forgotten
When the red goes down the drain
To die is to be unwanted
When the world goes up in flames
To die is to never hear birds sing
When the song is whisked away
To die is not to cry but to be complete
Oh how the stars follow a path
A bunny jumps with nature
When the brain is confused
For earth stays greater
And love is in the form of a tear
And needs are no longer
To die is a peaceful nothing
Something so somber.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
What happened to all those,
I love you's,
And I couldn't live without you's?
Are they all just gone?
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Today I got my fantasy,
I no longer must wait.
I guess you could call that,
Falling in love too fast.
It was not what I expected.
Not the same person,
Not like the movies,
Not Ur expectations.
It's better.
I once told him please listen to this piece.
He asked why,
I told him that anything could change your life.
And that music changed mine.
That's what I love,
You have this feeling to always help them, and be with them.
I don't know what love is and won't know for a long time
But I'm gratefull to get a glimpse of it.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Do you ever have this feeling?
One that doesn't feel right?
I woke this morning
The air was thick, as if trying to coat some secret
Even hard to breath
The ground was wet with the morning tears of the earth
This negative energy swarms me, stinging my entire body
The bus is silent
As if we were all drones, slaves to the thick air and wet earth
No smiles, no thoughts dancing in the eyes, not even a movement
The glumness I couldn't seem to grasp
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
How can somebody's exuberant words be so painful to me?
I was on my cloud
My heaven
My peak
I was racing through life with a grin and a soda
The hood down with my hair racing in the wind
The best time of my life should have started
I should have had it
I should
But I dont
A pain that hurts
I have never befoure felt this so strong
I'm loosing
I'm loosing speed
My hair is straight and there is no wind
While everyone passes me with a crazy funnel of happiness
I just don't get why
Why I cannot I have that
I guess I'll have to wait for my momentum to come.....
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
The raido turns on,
And I'm,
I'm that one girl that doesn't ,
Turn today's hits.
I'm the one,
The one that turns on the Bach suite,
Or escala ,
Or 2 cellos,
Or the Brandenburg concerto ,
Or the piano Guys,
Or philip wesley,
Or the old classic yo yo ma.
I kinda keep it hidden,
Not wanting the odd looks.
So I showed some people my music and as expected it was as if it were a foreign language.
Sure they new how to say bonjour, or merci,
But they didn't understand the beauty of the language,
The fluency or the romantic sound.
So I went to this camp for chamber music.
A room filled with child prodigies,
I stare in awe.
At the all these people,
Just like me,
I'm just like them,
But different.
For we share the love of instruments,
And the genius classical music that these composers wrote.
Yet we are different,
Seeing as how we all enjoy different instruments.
All of us at different levels,
But at the same sense of passion.
I am understood,
And I understand,
That's all a musician could ask for.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Lie on the ground
Relax your
Brain
Head
Neck
Arms
Hands
Back
Legs
Ankles
Feet
Imagine nothing
Listen to your blood
Pulsing through your body
The tingling sensation
The relaxation
Feel your insides
And your skin
From your brain
To your feet
Feel it pulse
Pulse right through, your body
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
We are all humans,
trying to fit in.
To please others,
to be liked.
Popular.
Cool.
We want a steryotype at first,
thats untill we understand who we truley are.
There is one thiing that I know for sure,
it is simpley that ,
the meaning of life, for all,
in my thoughts,
are that all we want to be,
is free.
Which cannot be done with catagorization.
So don't try to fit in,
be free.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Remember when you were young,
And you had to leap on each stepping stone.
Without the excess foot,
landing on the dirt in between.
Nothing would happen besides,
Your shoe getting *****
You would get a brief moment of disappointment,
Then try again.
Well in life we follow these stepping stones,
And you may miss one of them,
For that excess foot didn't make it.
Though in life there are consequences,
And you must clean off your shoes,
And takes more effort to rid of the disappointment.
So try again.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC