Music

The crowd begins to cheer
Guitar slowly fades in
As soft as a fairy
The drummer starts the high hat
Ticking like a clock

The chord changes
Slightly stronger this time
Sounds almost like a piano
Perhaps it is

One of the vocalists
Begins the lyrics
I don't appreciate
The tone of his voice

The crowd cheers
I don't see what's so great
About his voice

A slight pause
And then the master
Takes the mic

Thank God

His voice is soft and familiar
Like a veteran balladeer
Perfected by years of work

The drummer pounds on his tools
Signaling a change
And the guitar takes over

And once again
The inexperienced one
Hacks out more lyrics

They continue
The crowd roars

I'm not sure what the song means

Let the literary decipherers
Decide

hi =D
i'm super bad at blogs but here i go:
this summer i have gone from watching every episode i could find of the 1960's television show the Monkees to watching every episode i can find of That 70's Show. (Both on youtube.) i've been trying to read a book every few days, but that slowed down a bit when i started reading Lord of The Flies. the print was so small, it took me a week to finish it. i hear we read that in high school, so i've got my start with the annoying-teachers-by-reading-the-books-we-are-already-going-to-have-to-read thing and i haven't even started seventh grade yet ( the summer will be over to soon anyway). i'm working on Romeo and Juliet, but i have to read a book of poems every time i want to start reading that just so i pick up a little of the way they talk so i'm not very far yet. Other than reading, i've been listening to music, and running or playing basketball. i shuld exercise more but i'm too lazy!! that pretty much wraps up my humdrum summer!

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be

i don't understand christian music. especially christian rock and rap.
that's all.

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She's lost so much
more
than just the
calluses
that would
rest like tiny walls
on her
fingertips,

but still,

(she misses the way
the strings would
cut deep into

her tender
skin.)

Music is my closest friend,
And sometimes my only friend.
It comforts me at midnight,
When I realize how alone I am,
And shields me from the rain,
Partially frozen from the cold emptiness.
Its always knows what to say
To make me feel better,
And it stays with me though out the day.
Music is the only thing
That I truly and completely know
And music is the only thing

Listening
to happy songs
bright
uplifting
catchy
high-spirited

I'm still on a high here
I haven't been
this happy
for a long time.
It feels...good.

"I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time"

One of the many
Best Songs Ever.

Amazing how
a few hours
lifted my spirits
completely.

Even though her
eyes drip with
black paint and
her hair is
dyed black and her
jeans are ripped and
fraying and
written on with
notes about
suicide and
Jesus and
pot,

the way she is
slowly rocking
back and forth
to the music fed
from her i pod,

the way her eyes
are closed,
gently like
a baby's,

the way her
painted lips
are stretched into
a small,
satisfied

Now that your lips
have kissed
my trumpet,
I suddenly can't
stop
playing it.
The metallic taste
makes me long
for yours.

It's funny how
music has always
made me feel
comforted,

but now,
each note
dances gloatingly inside
my empty room,

and reminds me
of how much I wish
that you
were here.

Super hyper,
Super fast,
Super beat,
Make it last.

Play the music,
Super loud,
Super sonic,
Super crowd.

Dance around,
Super cool
Be yourself,
Be a fool.

Don’t worry,
Let go,
Feel the music,
Let it flow.

Slight language warning in the song segment I quote here

sitting in my seat
headphones...on
volume...max
Green Day CD...in the player

"Play"

Let's see...which song now...
"The Grouch".

let's sing along.

"...Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six-pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so FUCK YOU."

I look up

Where'd you go?
I used to know you.
But now I look at you.
And it's a stranger that is standing there.
You look the same,
But I know that inside you aren't.
You've changed.

What happened?
How did you change so quickly?
How could you change so quickly?
You were off and gone in a flash.
And I'm stuck at the starting gate.

We had a song, remember?

Something about
the way she leans into the music,
not just floating on it,
but really sinking her crimson stilettos
into it's heart,
her fingers
strangling the song,
stabbing it with her
passion.
And she throws her head back,
brown hair
cascading in rivulets,
eyes squeezed shut,
hands clamped on the mic stand,
fingers tense,
veins popping,
seizing it as if
it's the only thing