i hate homework
it's really a dread
it takes too much time
i just wanna go to bed

You don't know it,
but I owe you my life
When I lost control
and almost plunged in the knife.
My breathing shortened:
in
out
inout
inout
inoutinoutinout
Tingly, stinging
losing feeling,
flashing images
spurting my head.
But I saw your face-
Knew I wasn't dead.
Clenched my fists
and held on!
For you.
You were my reason,
my inspiration,
my motivation
to overcome,
continue on,
get back up,
and fight for my life!
because the pain proves
to be worth it.

Do you know what is worse
Than for someone to say your music skills are bad?

That your music is dead

Skills can be perfected with practice
But once the feeling is dead
It's dead.

To my ears they sound fine
They sound like it's full of emotion
But
My ears are faulty
Like how I always search for a minor key
To every major song first

When I compare the sounds
Of mine and others
I can clearly hear the contrast
It's scary
It's like my fingers cause decay
To the piano

I can play all the black keys
And my music would still be flatter
Than it

They say music comes from inside
I guess my insides reflect a dull aching flat echo
The emptiness rattles through my ribcage
My music is dead
And so am I

If I died today,
Would the people care,
Would they take notice,
Of every wound implanted; every tear?
But my soul has died today,
And my heart, a solid black,
Then the tears came again,
If only I died a heart-attack.

Beats dropping
Sweat dripping
Humid air
And heavy breaths
“Wanna dance?”
Grabbing hands
Feel your body
Through the rhythm
Quick glances
Swift smiles
See the hair
Stuck to your face
Have to go
Moving on
But wish our dance
Could last til dawn