If you were to look at me, then you would see an awkward teenager with dyed green hair, most likely wearing a flannel or a hand-me-down hoodie, with black jeans and converse, despite the summer heat. Maybe you wouldn't have been able to determine my gender at first, or at all. You would have noticed that my clothes were crumpled and scentless, and that my face was free of any make-up except for my eyebrows, which would be filled in with a brown pencil. You might see me wearing a gray hat with a rainbow hat band on it, or a ski cap with a picture of a cat hanging the finger stitched onto it. My nails might be painted completely black, or have some black nail polish desperately clinging to the very tips of my fingernails. 

(A/N: my younger brother is doing the spoken word part.) 

"Now here's a little question for you all to try on for size... who put you in charge, huh?" 
The world is turning
And you can't stop it
Your act doesn't fool us anymore
So why don't you drop it?

And if the bridge breaks 
Then you will fall
So down falls the piggy
Money and all

"So listen, all of you! Yes, you! 
Things are gonna change around here!
Instead of war, you're gonna get
ART! 
And instead of money, you're gonna get
REVOLUTION! 
Yes, you heart it right!"

The world is burning
And we can stop it
Your act doesn't fool us anymore
So who don't you drop it? 
 

          Dear Henry,
     I can't explain it, but I suddenly got the urge to write to you. I miss you terribly. Though you are only a few miles away, I know seeing you again will be difficult. But it will happen. Sometimes I worry that someone found out about... about the thing I did. But nobody has mentioned it to me...
     Yet.
     But I still can't sleep at night knowing someone's bound to find out someday. 
     Laurence won't leave me alone. He's gotten possibly even more horrible since you left. He keeps saying awful things about you behind his back. He knows he can get away with it, too. 
     Everyone else thinks I'm insane. They think that losing you was traumatizing for me, and that I need help. As in help help.  But even though I am a little sad that you left, I've just started looking forward to seeing you again, my love. But I won't dare say that to anyone. 

If I could speak my mind
Like you could speak your heart
If I could say I tried
Then maybe we wouldn't be apart
If I could stay away
From the concept I called "golden pain"
Then maybe to this day
We wouldn't call it a game
Is the cost a tear?
Or is it a smile?
My words can reach her ears
But they won't reach her mind for a little while
If she could've kept her head
She just might have been someone instead
But she said what shouldn't have been said
And now she's...
If we would speak our minds
Like she could speak her heart 
If we really had tried
Then maybe she wouldn't have to depart
She could've stayed away
From the hearts that would give her pain
Then maybe to this day
I could call her name
 

I'll add the lyrics later when I have more time. I'm not sure if the audio is any good, but... I hope you all like it! 
 

I still don't have a name for this one yet, and I don't think my voice is loud enough...
 

     The boy walked up to the building, his toy elephant cradled in his arms. He didn't intend to go inside no, not at all. He didn't even know what -or who- was inside the building, after all. He just wanted to get a closer look at the strange sign that was posted on the door:
"STRICTLY NO ELEPHANTS."
The boy scratched his head thoughtfully. Why would someone bother putting up a sign banning elephants from the building, when there was little to no chance that an elephant would even be in the vicinity of the building?
     The boy's curiosity suddenly started to grow, and what started as a little itch in the back of his mind became a big, fat curiosity rash. He needed to know what was inside the building, and more importantly, to know why the sign was on the door.
     He knocked once.
     No answer.
     He knocked twice.
     Still no answer.

This is another song that I wrote, all me on the (slightly cringe-worthy) vocals this time... hope everyone likes it!

LYRICS:
Paper eyes
Teary eyed skies
Blank and white
Hardly makes you care to try
Paper hands
Pale and rough as sand
Bleak and dry
Hardly makes you want to understand
Why

Paper guns with paper fun
Paper blood from her paper sons
Paper hearts with paper smarts
Paper easily tears apart

Paper guards guarding
Paper boarders
They weren't always paper
But now they've grown older
Paper people standing in a row
Hoping they stay safe
And that the wind never blows
Them away

Paper eyes
Teary eyed skies
Blank and white
Hardly makes you care to try
Paper hands
Pale and rough as sand
Bleak and dry
Hardly makes you want to understand
Why

Paper days with paper ways

1: What kind of music do you listen to?
     a) Old music, like The Beatles!
     b) I don't know/whatever my parents put on
     c) Whatever is on the radio
     d) Whatever I like at the moment/whatever is on the radio/something cool
     e)  Music from 'back in the day...' when I have the time.
     f) Something annoying that my parents/older sisters/brothers don't like. *Evil grin*
 
2: You opinion on sleeping:
     a) I have to wake up early... so I have time to fit in all of my naps!
     b) NO!!! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED! I DON'T WANT TO- Zzzzzzzzz...
     c) I've been bugging my parents to give me an earlier bed time...
     d) Late to bed, late to rise... I sleep 'till noon when I can!
     e)  I'd like to sleep later, but I have to get up early. :(  
     f) Sleeping's just... sleeping. I don't know what the big deal is.

3: Do you like really scary roller coasters?

It's so loud
And yet we laugh at everything
That it said between us
As if we can actually hear ourselves.
What a situation we're in,
One that we're sandwiched between
Nearing laughable annoyance at each other
And other people's view from the outside.