Silence

My head is a busy place.

There's always a ton of thoughts zipping around,

Trying to organize them and failing.

There's always a song stuck in my head

Because I live with music

In music

I embody it.

N0w

My brain is silent.

I don't have any thoughts.

A single emotion

Is all that's there

And I feel hollow

Useless.

There isn't any music in my head

And I need there to be.

I need a song.

To fill my heart with other people's problems.

I want to run away from my own.

Silence

But the worst possible kind.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

Poetry

By QueenBee

Sleigh ride

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too
F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-
imitating the human voice with instruments
percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells

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Poetry

By QueenBee

Family

I showed my grandmother my keyboard
she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.
Her fingers found the keys -
she could still read -
just enough
just a little.
I pulled out my flute-piano duet book

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Poetry

By QueenBee

First kiss

You cared;
I tried to.
You did;
I thought I did.
I wanted so badly
to be a character in my books
and to feel longing
to feel needing
to feel love and to
be loved

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