Band thing.You know you're a band nerd when...More Like This
1. You hear music on the radio and you start marking time.
2. You're walking behind someone and you're in step with them.
3. You try to guess the tempo of your favorite song. Well, not try.
4. All your friends are in band.
5. You don't mind changing clothes on the bus.
6. And you know how to change on the bus without revealing anything.
6b. While the bus is moving.
6c. In under three minutes.
7. People ask you about your social life and you say, "Oh you mean my flute?"
8. You've had a "trombone-ectomy" (shudder).
9. You practice your instrument more than you talk to your dog.
10. Being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life.
11. "Armed guard" means a girl with a pole, not a guy with a gun.
12. You remember sharps and flats more easily than you remember the name of the president.
13. You've named your instrument.
13b. You refer to your instruments by said names instead of what they are. (Phelipe instead of my sax)
13c. You kno
WHYAs I sit alone and occupy this space that is me...More Like This
Silence engulfs my head like a strong wind.
Screaming silently my mind ponders thoughts and memories of yesterday and those
that will never be.
I explore my soul and wonder when will salvation come...
Are there any answers for grief or just meaningless explanations.
Does pain and sorrow end or has it just begun.
As I stay in self enclosure I fade into a dark dreamless sleep that
will only give me no answers......
What happened to Jessica?More Like This
Where did she go
did she just disappear
could she have gone so low
will she ever reappear
was she taken away
or did she just leave
could she have been led astray
she's alive and well
only in a deep sleep
exactly where she fell
is where we all weep
one day she'll wake
but no one knows when
what a story that'll make
but then she might sleep again
ChimericalA smile, a tearMore Like This
A hidden fear
From the deepest wells
Of buried memory
A thought, a sigh
A last goodbye
From a broken heart
A hope, a dream
Like a dying lamp
A wind of change
To that other place
Of things forgotten
The skies have assented
Temporarily AloneTheres a knot in my stomach; it feels like I can't breatheMore Like This
And suppression, maybe denial is coming into play
My heart feels delayed
My soul's in pain
A year of pouring my feelings
Another year of no realization of self actualization
My heart keeps bleeding
Its wounds seeping
My shadow's alone
There are no feelings in my bones
I'm nothing but an empty vessel
No dignity left to exceed and still I can't breathe
Thoughts of hope are only left
Wishful thinking that will eventually be shred.
I can't keep going, not without you by my side
It feels like life will cease
My soul without no peace.
The only proof I feel
Is these words that seems so real
Otherwise you'd rather say
There is no life to my life
It's the end of my days.
For I Miss...For I MissMore Like This
From the winters cool air I listen
And hear nothing.
For I miss the lush green of trees and of grass.
The vibrant colors of blooming flowers and buds.
The sounds of the bird calling in the morning, waking me up.
The crickets singing their song,
As they put me to sleep.
For I miss the warm sun rising
With its red-orange glow.
The stars on clear nights,
Covering the sky with their bright glow.
The forests paths full of new creatures finding their way.
The breeze kissing my face as I walk out the door.
The waters flow and sound with waves
One bigger than the last.
All these things I miss have been taken.
For the winters ice, snow, and wind have taken these.
What I miss most is the summers warm air and the springs colors,
Full of old memories and song.
Second BornFront to back, perfect symmetryMore Like This
Looking back, question substantiality
Forward this letter, mistakes from you to me
Return to sender, mistakes done to her
Faces sealed behind glass
Turn their backs or blot them black
Sealed lips vs. sinking ships
So long as no one talks back
When the deaf wish to listen and
the mute wish to speak
Just what do they say?
Crown yourself with thorns in the wake
Fan the fire and flames and think of nothing else
We play this game called Disaster, the rules are a bit like War
We play the fanfair,
and its a bit like strumming out the tones to one or anothers funeral
Flash bang memory and concrete imagery
Hungry eyes tired of home and tired of The Throne
Ring the bells, continue the toll
Shouting out the window
for the first and the last
Shouting, the widow
to the first and the last
Love, lay face-first in empty streets
Just what do they say?
Veranda, dear, where have you gone?
Dulled days and monotone nights
Where as edges seemed to stan
She Would Forget"..and for a moment she s l i p p e d a w a yMore Like This
body pulsing, warmth surrounding her
as though she would simply d r i f t a w a y .
Heart throbbing, mind pounding as she remembered
What she swore she would forget.
..Those white-washed m e m o r i e s
ebbing to and fro with her breaths.
Pulling her d e e p e r into a world.
That she hoped she would forget.
And from the dream she a w o k e
into the emptiness of her mind
f a l l i n g back into the past
Seemingly lost within the moments of time
That she prayed she would forget.
'Never Will My Demons Haunt Me Again.'