Listening to melodies that let light in my mind form pictures of your face; I can shut my eyes and see us in a future place. It’s still the place we knew, but perspective has changed. We view it together; we carry each other through it ( Read more... )

Between these sheets ( Read more... )

Gentle strums and a release of beauty ( Read more... )

Just recently, my boyfriend’s friend died. She was probably only 19 or so. She had gotten cancer and her parent’s couldn’t afford treatment for her anymore. A week later she died after stopping her treatment. I never new this girl, her name: Nina, but it still affected me. I realized that the feeling of losing someone is like no other feeling. I am ( Read more... )

So eager to fight ( Read more... )

The sun now risen about the clouds ( Read more... )

foreword: this poem is based on the novel Lord of the Flies by William Golding and was written as an english project.Lost beyond the clear blue ( Read more... )

Why have I, for so long, been holding my head down ( Read more... )

Out of my own spontaneous mind, I put my mind in a scenario:

If I were about to die and had one last decision to choose any song I'd like to listen to before I died, what would it be?

Without hesitation I chose the third movement of Claude Debussy's Suite Bergamasque (or Clair de lune[Moonlight in French] as most people know it by ( Read more... )

We're all in this lonely place called our lives. You hope and aspire to one day transcend your feelings of all that is negative: depression, despair, hopelessness, loneliness, angry, angst, grief, hatred, sadness, and all the other adjectives you can think of that you know describe how you feel right now. You know deep down that you'll never really ( Read more... )