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To the Music MakersTo the Music Makers,
Why must your words draw me in?
Why must your simple rhythms hypnotize?
Why can I not stay away from the sound?
You must know that I'm entranced by
not only your words,
but everything you do.
Your words make me sing,
your rhythms make me dance,
and your songs make me break.
I'm not speaking negatively, you must know.
For what you do
makes us who we are.
Without your self-expression,
we wouldn't have our clarity.
Without you, we'd be nothing.
So thank you
For all that you do.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 3This drive is beginning to kill me. Thirty hours in the drive, thirty minutes into my Mom's favorite country CD and sleep is failing me. We'd stopped a few hours ago to get roughly three hours of sleep. All of which David stayed awake talking to himself. As he's finally falling asleep, Mom turns down her music, and looks at me. I can see the worry in her eye as I turn away and look out my window. What are my problems to her? I'd gotten over her rash decision. But I haven't gotten over her choice of location. Why with family? Why with people that I have openly hated all my life? Why couldn't we just settle down somewhere in Florida and take the short drive to Georgia a week before Christmas?
"Violet, please. Talk to me." She pleads, place a hand on my shoulder.
"Eyes on the road. I don't wanna die before we get to my deathbed." I didn't realize how heavy my words were when I said them. I could see visible hurt on my Mother's face now.
"Don't you think you're over reacting? It's just fam
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 2Almost twelve hours in, I remember why I hate road trips. Hours in a car with my mother's country music CD on repeat. Though I'd remembered this problem, and brought my mp3 player, it went dead about an hour ago.
"What do you need batteries for, Violet? That silly music machine? Come on talk to me." She said, knowing I'm still angry at her.
"I can't talk to you. If I do, I'll get in trouble. Because my opinions aren't important to you anymore! And when I voice them, you treat me like a kid. I'm seventeen, mom. You know you could have thought to ask me how I felt about moving. But no! Instead of bothering to take five minutes out of your day, you just make the decision. You don't even ask, no, you just do." I yelled. I could hear my brother's sighs from waking up. Great. I woke him up, which is going to make my mother angry.
"Violet... honey. You know that's not... How do you feel about us moving, sweetheart?" She asked. A little too late.
"It's too late for that, we're in the process.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 1Sacrifice. Is it really worth it in the end? This is the question I ask myself as I wake up this morning. I can vaguely see my mother through the fog out of my window. It's the first of December, the day my Mother decided was perfect for moving us clear across the country. We'd been packing for about a week. The divorce had killed my Mother inside, so after Thanksgiving, she decided it was time for a change. So that's why I find myself loading up the car with the little bit of stuff we have left here.
My little brother is still asleep on the living room floor. He was too afraid to sleep in his room now that the bed is no longer there. It's on it's way--along with our other luggage. Stuff that's too tedious to move by car--to Avera, Goergia in a moving truck that our family have pitched in to pick up. It'll be at my Uncle's today.
Yes, my Mother wanted to move back home. So we would be living with her brother. And my three cousins. I'd be sharing a room with Analee. She isn't bad, reall
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 13 Unintended BetrayalI struggled to stand on my feet. I had to see her face. But I was stopped suddenly. Another scenery change. The car this time. Ivan was driving, my brother sitting beside me.
"Aren't you excited, Madalyn?" Jordan asked me, smiling his bright smile. But this was fake. All an illusion from the vault of Audrey's memory. I wasn't having this anymore. It was one thing to make me think I was crazy. But faking the memory of one of the only two people I could actually trust was too far! The memory was disrupted before I could act on it, however. Changing back to normal, I could see the scenery once more. But.... everything was different. Where was I now? The rocky terrain was now a seemingly defensive dome protecting the city of stronghold. We were so close to my new home. Of course the tyranny would catch up with us just before we could reach it.
"Enough of this!" I screamed. Charging to stand beside the woman who claimed I was her daughter. "You want a fight, Audrey? Then come on. You
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 12: Broken WindowsI've gotten used to the inevitable fact that one day, we must leave this place. We must leave what we own, what we've become, for something that everyone believes to be greater than us. But what if we leave this life for something that is a magnified version of what we face today? Confidence must replace fear. Bravery must replace doubt. And Kindness must replace arrogance. And we make it sound so simple, so easily achieved , that we forget how hard it really is. So when the sparks of war begin, we're not focused on ourselves. Instead, we're focused on what those above us perceive as justice. Self-fulfillment is no longer important, and you're suddenly aware of a cause greater than you. Or so it seems. And the hardest thing is that they don't care. Those above us only care for victory. The lives lost are forgotten, cast away into the endless sea of broken memories, forsaken truths. But those that have been on the inside of this cycle know what they are risking. They know that sometimes
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 11: InsanityThe flames of war are strong, as I have now witnessed. The pull of evil's magnetism is stronger. Slowly, ever so slowly, I find myself giving in more and more. Resisting the pull is not easy, but I want to go home! I want to wake up from this nightmare. But I know that if I did, not only would all the sacrifices made for me be useless, but I'd be punished and probably killed. So running back home wasn't exactly an option I could leave open. That door had closed long ago. And I didn't know at the time, but as it closed, it faded. As the line began to form between friend and foe, as fire began to overtake the skies, and as the unspeakable began it's destructive wake, my family lost it's way. And only a small few of us were able to clearly see right and wrong. Slowly things clicked in our minds. My brother was afraid to tell me what was going on. So he fled our home entirely. Leaving me in corrupted hands. I could only imagine the burden on his shoulders. He couldn't even write me. Not un
We are the real monstersWith all things fleeting one is forced to see,
not everything is meant to forever be.
But our minds attach, we build bridges.
But all things must burn, we move by inches.
Because miles are too hard to obtain alone,
and sometimes we have to do things on our own.
But doubt is easy to overcome
Courage and belief are two beats of the same drum.
So when you look in the mirror and you can't see,
you realize you were lost in the hypnotizing beat.
Things fade, people vanish, lives end.
Our only true and eventual goal is to amend,
That which was broken, to rebuild.
So that your life will be fulfilled.
But human nature is hard to overcome.
Jealousy and Love are the same two beats of the drum.
That mirror one day must break, releasing your monsters for all to see.
And you realize that all you had to do was set them free.
For they wanted to leave as much as you wanted them gone,
But with them gone, you really see yourself and so on.
And while your monsters are gone, you notice what you've become.
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 10: MaskMy mind would not settle as we tried to rest for the night. Kalliope had informed us that we still had about a day on foot left. Matthew hadn't let go of my hand ever since I had awakened. His eyes were lost, dull. He said nothing, and I could only wonder if I had shaken something inside of him. After all, I had assaulted him with a power neither of us knew that I had. I didn't even remember feeling anything like lightning. But after serious thinking, it made sense. I wouldn't have been able to push my aunt's summoned bodyguard away without any help. I wandered back to the memory of the dinner. The night I had shocked the Queen herself. The release of emotion through my surfacing ability. Seeing my Aunt Celestia must have brought me back to that emotional state of distress.
Branching away from that, I remembered Matthew being the one to heal me. How he had held me tight in his arms for hours before letting me move, even then, not letting go of my hand. I could only wonder what he was g
I'm Not a DollI may not be perfect
But I always try my best
To be the one that..
I'm not good enough.
I may not be the best
But I try with all my breath
I tried to be the one..
Not good enough.
I'm far from perfect
I'm not the best
But I give my everything
The happy faces
The shining eyes
A soul on fire.
A fading facade.
A dying heart.
I refuse to be perfect.
I can't be the best.
I can't give my everything
It will be my death
I am nothing but a soul.
Clinging to flesh and bones.
The time will come.
A time when my soul is no more.
Remember those times when..
I gave my everything
I threw my soul away
Just to see some happy faces in return
I'm not a doll.
AVECES...AVECES LAS PERSONAS NO SE DAN CUENTA LO QUE REALMENTE TIENEN FRENTE HA ELLOS
Y ES PORQUE NO ABREN LOS OJOS PORQUE SIEMPRE ESTÁN DISTRAÍDOS EN ALGO QUE NO IMPORTA
Y SIMPLEMENTE COMENTE ERRORES POR NO VER LO QUE TENÍAN
Y SI TAN SOLO ELLOS ABRIERAN UN POCO SUS OJOS, SE DARÍAN CUENTA LO QUE SUCEDE,
PERO NO LOS ABREN PORQUE SE SIENTEN CANSADOS,
O NO LES IMPORTA O SIMPLEMENTE NO MADURAN,
Y LO PEOR QUE LE SUCEDEN TANTO COMO PADRES E HIJOS
Y MUCHAS VECES COMETEMOS GRANDES ERRORES QUE NOS DESQUITAMOS CON OTRA PERSONA,
QUE NO TUVIERON NADA QUE VER
Y CUANTAS VECES COMETEMOS ERRORES PARA DESPUÉS OLVIDAR LAS
Y COMETERLAS OTRA VEZ,
CUANDO SIMPLEMENTE PODEMOS SOLUCIONARLAS Y DECIR DISCULPAS,
HA ESA PERSONA QUE NOS DESQUITAMOS POR NUESTROS ERRORES,
*CUANDO SOLO HAY QUE TENER FE, REZAR Y PEDIR PERDÓN A DIOS, PERO SOBRETODO ABRIR LOS OJOS PARA PODER VER LO QUE REALMENTE TIENEN Y APROVECHARLO AL M
Mi mundo no es perfectoMi mundo no es perfecto,
Yo no soy perfecta,
Pero me gustaría un mundo perfecto,
No digo que todo perfecto.
Solo digo que me gustaría un mundo;
Donde la tecnología no exista
O al menos donde el Internet
Y el teléfono, no existiera, entienden?
Un mundo lleno de aventuras.
Un mundo donde Hitler fuera un sacerdote
Cuantas cosas no hubieran pasado, si así hubiera sido.
Donde Beethoven jamás hubiera sido sordo,
Quizás no hubiera sido tan serio,
O simplemente hubiera escuchado su bellísima música,
Cosa que jamás sucedió, así como mi felicidad
Jamás la voy a tener, y tal vez ría,
Pero jamás será una sonrisa de amor.
Un mundo donde la pobreza y violencia
Fueran mínimas o que no existieran.
Donde los paisajes no tuvieran fronteras,
Donde la gente es capaz de hacer lo que ellos quieran,
Donde las groserías, soló fueran palabras,
Y no una moda, como hoy en d
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
Yo intente ser felizYo intenté ser feliz, y di todo de mí.
Pero nada funciono, y creí que lo podía lograrlo,
pero no, sólo hubo más sufrimiento
Y creí que lograría soportarlo,
Y cuando lo logre, fui feliz,
y me di cuenta que podía ser alguien más.
Pero me equivoque
Ya que mi alma ya-no-es-ta…
Voy cayendo hacia el infierno
Pecado tras pecado, y no me arrepiento
Quiero volver hacerlo;
Volver a matar, volver a mentir, volver a llorar,
volver a decir que ¡dios no existe!
Sin miedo, sin consecuencias, ni problemaS
Pero no lo hare, porque sé que puedo cambiar
Yo sé que soy alguien especial,
Luchare, gritare, me arriesgaré y, lograre mis metas alcanzar y sobre todo me enamoré
Sin temer, ningún miedo al-gu-no
Pero ahora ya no sé si elegir la muerte o la vida,
Mi alma me dice que debo seguir
Y pero mi corazón ya no puede mas
Así que decid
ExposureThere are so many reasons to pick a four leafed clover.
There are so many reasons to cry and die and fight over.
There are so many reasons to let my pulse have a different composer.
There are so many reasons to smile and laugh and stay sober.
There are so many reasons why I can't love her.
my everyday voices in my headwhy am i not pretty
why am i ugly
why am i much a waste of space
why do i what to die
why do i fell so dead inside
why did i go wrong
why do i have no friend
why am i alone
why am i hurt
why am i fat
why do people like to push me
why do people like to see me in pain
why can't i look like others there pretty
why did god make me ugly usless and worthless
why dose everyone hate me
why dose everyone giggle and laugh at me and call me fat and tell me to die
why am i not dead
why did this happen to me
i need to cut
i need to overdose pills
i can't tell anyone
i hate life
i hate myself
i hate everything
UntitledNo. I can't believe this. Why am I happy? I have good grades and friends and things I don't deserve. I'm suspicious. Life never lets me be happy like this! I don't know what'll happen, but I know this won't last.
me siento sola, abatida sin ganas de ver a nadie y me pongo a pensar....
¿Porque es asi?
Aveces pienso... que en en realidad no hay nadie que me comprenda realmente y tan vez es asi...
Aveces siento que nadie me escucha que soy invisible y eso aveces puede ser bueno pero la soledad aveces puede ser mejor que la compañia... asi no tenidria a nadie que me criticara los conosca o no, es mas doloroso no escucharlo...
No lo se, no se por que siento que todavia no he encontrado a esa persona que me comprenda que me entienda que pueda entenderme con solo mirarme, aveces las personas me preguntan que tengo sin saber ni siquiera mi exprecion, tal vez por que me ven callada o seria y en realidad no me entienden y por eso digo que no hay con quien pueda tener una coneccion, alguien que en verdad me entienda, que con tan solo mirarme a los ojos me diga lo que siento que sea esa persona que me entienda de verdad, es por eso que aveces me siento como un fantasma, ese es uno d
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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