Warning, this girl is crazy! (luv, Ana)

Me singing Trouble by NeverShoutNever

A line that i wrote... idk what im gonna add to it though...

Looking sadly out of the window, rain is dripping outside. The sky is crying the many tears that won’t fall for me.

Random Music Quote :P

I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
--Ray Charles

There is a Secret inside of me...

There is a secret inside of me

But all my friends will disagree

To love you like the burning sun

To yearn for you before I'm done

I love the way you walk and run

The way you play is always fun

You have opened up my eyes

And now I can't see any other guys

Like the way you're in my mind

To dream about you every night

Like a gift of never-ending sight

I need to see you in the light

I’d like to know that you are in my life

And it’s turning me inside out

I’m turning blue

Trying to not say it out loud

You may be proud

You may be shocked

If I said my secret to you

My lungs are burning

My heart is pounding

For what I think

Oh, must I speak

To hear your mouth

Whisper my name

To see you every day

There is a secret inside of me

It’s burning to leap out

Cause every time I think of you

I think of how we could be

a possibility

How, oh how

Did you cause me such pain?

Your presence hit me like domino

I want to yell in the rain

To say some simple words

That will only be heard by me

But what if the rain would carry my voice to your ear

To hear my feelings

My dreams

And wishes

Maybe we'll meet again

But before we do my soul will rain

Because what I can't do with you

Is to whisper back

“I love you…”

The Girl Who Can’t Hold A Point (a song i wrote)

She wakes up to find her house empty

Her skin is torn, and her heart is dust

She’s made of stone

She’s got no soul

But someone’s gonna find you

No one’s gonna feel alone

Everybody’s gotta be this way

But not today

Not today…

You will have a place to call home

A place to call you own.

But someone’s gonna find you

No one’s gonna feel alone

Everybody’s gotta be this way

But not today

Not today…

You will have a place to call home

A place to call you own.

She goes to bed with extra scars

The nightmares are bad but she doesn’t flinch

How is it that

The mind can’t find a thought that is worse

Than the life she left behind

But someone’s gonna find you

No one’s gonna feel alone

Everybody’s gotta be this way

But not today

Not today…

You will have a place to call home

A place to call you own.

You fucking killed her

But not today…

Roses and Hearts

I wrote this. its not that good, ill work on it more. Im just not sure what to add to it... Enjoy anyways. Lol

Walking through the forest of roses
I pluck one from the ground
The wind starts to pick up
I hear thunder and lightning crash down at me
The flowers!
Oh how their beauty has held.
They twist ever so in the harsh winds and the beating rain
I drop to the ground and take the rose out of my hair
And i weep as i see their petals slowly fall one by one.

You see. Hearts and roses are the same.
If one does not grow in the right place. It will die.
Without rain, without care, the rose will shrivel up
Without soil, without hope, the rose will wilt untill it becomes a depressing waste of space
But most of all. Love. Without it they would lose their petals and their ugly inside will show instead.

Willows of the Weeping

The sky was freckled with light
As the stars burned bright in front of our very eyes
Our emotions are so weak from being hurt
And yet
We are still strong enough to love each other
Our hands tangle over the dancing grass
You lips are so soft as they gently cover mine

As weak as i am
My heart beats for you every day
But now that your gone
I have no reason to
And yet i still do
Because i fell for you.

(i was trying to make the first part happy and the ending sad, i could have worked on it to show a little more emotion for this one)

Music is the window to Expression

            I feel the ear buds fill my ears with pounding drums, daring guitar solos, and dark voices. How did I start listening to punk music? 3 words; Never Shout Never. I started listening to Never Shout Never in 6th grade. I had 3 songs that I would constantly listen to, and ever since 7th grade, and I never knew what genre they were.

            I scroll through my many Pandora stations, with my ear buds in my ears; my mum tells me that I wear them so much, that she’s convinced that they just grew to my ears. I click on my usual station; Never Shout Never, and I look down and read the bands bio. “Never Shout Never is a one-man band featuring Christofer Drew, a Missouri native whose songs straddle the border between emo and acoustic singer/songwriter fare.” “What does emo music sound like?” I ponder. I click the “create new station” button, and type emo.

            Waiting patiently, I sit there and bounce my leg up and down really fast; I am so excited to find new music. Finally, the first song starts playing. It’s Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance. I listen to song after song, but the first song would not get out of my head. “I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone.” Those lyrics spoke to me, they gave me comfort.

            I never meant to like this kind of music; it’s just that I connect with it. Nobody has ever given me any problems with the kind of music I like, so I just kept on listening. I love to talk about music. Music inspires me, it gives me hope, and it makes me feel happy. So of course I talk about music a lot.

            “Hey mom, you know the band My Chemical Romance?”

            “Yeah, I’ve heard of them. Aren’t they kinda old?”

            “Yeah, but that doesn’t make them any worse. Have you ever heard of the band… Wait, I know it… umm, oh yeah! Sleeping with Sirens?”

            “No, Sleeping with Sirens; that’s a cool name. How did you get introduced with these bands?”

            “Well, Kelly has just introduced me to newer bands also. I love them!”

            “What kind of music are they?”

            “I don’t really know, I think its like, punk? And a little rock.”

            “Oh, that’s cool.”

            So I never really told my parents that I liked emo music. I don’t really even like admitting that I like it either, because so many negative thoughts go along with that word, doesn’t it? And yet, I have found it the best way to express myself. The lyrics that the artists use are so inspiring, and just, unique. I always like to read through the lyrics of songs and wonder what they mean. I love the one lyric, “I am the ocean, I am the sea. There is a world inside of me.”

            I never knew how much my music could influence my emotions. But sometimes I feel like my emotions change my music too. I noticed how I like my music a little bit stronger when I’m sadder.

            Looking out of the window from my bed, I watch as the cars pass by. I feel so many emotions, but I choose not to show any. I need to feel something, I just feel numb, and stiff as a rock.  I trudge over to my computer. I flip it open, and I make a new station. I sit like a statue, listening to my new genre.  I hear voices roaring through the ear buds. The effect that the music had on me was like the effect when you blow up a deflated balloon. I feel this rush of emotion course through my veins. I feel as if I am on top of the world instead of “watching the world from the dark side of the moon”.

            Music has let me vent emotions I never knew I had deep down inside of me. I never tell people how I’m actually feeling, because I feel even worse when they find out. Music is a window to expressing my whole life.

borrrrrrrrred. help me.

im sooo bored, just spam me with comments or something

Flight 212 has Landed

I hate the label insane. No, I’m not insane. That’s the word that people use when they can’t explain their behavior. I’m not saying that I can explain it either, it just happens.

            Here is when all the “insanity” happened. I was finally going to go to Disney World. I have been begging my parents ever since I’ve heard, and could speak the world Disney. And now, when I was at age 5, I was finally able to go.

Flashback:

            The white limo with dark windows rolls up to my driveway. My parents are groggy, but smile as I tug on their pants to go into the limo. Once the luggage and everyone else is inside, the only thing that stops me from bouncing like a hyper jumping bean was the constricting seatbelt. I sit up and watch the passing trees through the window while I jabber away things only a 5 year old would be able to understand.

            The limo finally pulls up to the airport, and I run out, until my mom calls me back of course. I gaze up at the big, white airport. Everything about it is big. The stairs were so tall; I had to hop each step, all the way to the top. Even the people were big! I saw a man who was surely a basketball player, I tried to show my mom, but she scolded me for pointing so much.

            After we were checked in, and waiting for our flight, we had to wait patiently in these squishy, blue chairs. The people in the airport all looked like they were from outer space. “How are there so many people in one building? Where did they all come from?” I said aloud to anyone who was listening, which nobody was.

            Fsssshhhhhoooommm! An airplane lands in the landing area. I bite my lip from crying, that thing scared me so much. I look back and find both my parents talking with an old friend. I ran to them, telling them how that big airplane almost hit me. They just looked at each other and smiled, catching it as a sign that everything is okay; I smiled too, with my tearstained face shining with true happiness.

            An hour later of daydreaming I heard, “Flight 212, headed to Florida, has arrived.” Said a calm, female voice. I get up and look for my parents. Where’d they go? I look everywhere, but I sit in my seat because they told me to stay there no matter what. I bite my lip so hard I feel like I might bleed, so I stop. Noticing that their bags are gone, I get scared. “Maybe they are on the plane, so I take my luggage with me and walk into a doorway that looks like it has no end.

            I sit in seat 241A, the seat that my ticket says I should be on. I sit patiently and watch the movie on the screen in front of me. When the plane is finally docked, and I’m in the Florida airport, I sit in the same looking squishy blue chairs, waiting for my parents to come out. I watch every person walk by, but I don’t see Mommy or Daddy.

            Next thing I know, I see people with shocked faces and some are even with tears in their eyes. I see what everybody is looking at, on the TV, there is a picture of a plane that crashed due to a pack of birds flew into the propeller, causing it to malfunction. There were no survivors. The plane crashed into a Mc Donald’s parking lot. Horrific pictures and plans of how the crash could have happened flash across the screen. I glance in the crowd, watching everyone’s emotions flood at me like a river; then, I see my parents in the crowd, but instead of looking at the TV, they are looking at me, obviously trying to smile, but their tear streaked faces won’t let them. I take one more look at the TV before comforting my mom and dad.

            What I saw on the screen haunts me till the day I die. I see my name, in bold. Gregory Still. In a trance, I listen to the words that come next. “Gregory, age 5, was not found on the plane. In fact, there is no proof that he even got on the plane.” I almost yell, “I’m right here! What is this?” But I remember my parents and try to find them in the crowd again. I had no such luck.

This is how I got to where I am now:

            When I was in a crowd, a man tried to steal me, but a kind lady got to me first and said she was looking for me everywhere. The scary man left. Next, the lady asked me where my parents are, I told her I saw them in the crowd. We both were looking very hard, but we never found them. So, she took me to the Police Station and told an old police man behind the counter that I lost my parents. He asked me what my name was, and so I said Gregory Still. The woman stood there and started sobbing, so the police man then took me into his office, and told me to stay there, so he will go and find my parents. 10 minutes later, he comes back with another man who told me that my parents were on the crashed plane.

            I lived with that man for a year, trying to find family to adopt me. On my 7^th birthday, the man had a heart attack, so I had to be transported to an orphanage. For 10 years I stayed there. It was wonderful, the food was good, and so were the kids, but families kept on choosing to every other kid except me. On my 18^th birthday, I signed papers that let me leave the orphanage.

            Ever since I stepped outside the green doors of my 2^nd home, dressed in a Coca Cola shirt and old navy pants with the suitcase that I never opened since the crash; things were always hard for me. Well, I have to go now, my mom and dad are calling me.

Our world is a perfect world

The future is coming

But for now, let’s just stay

And wander in the fantasy

Let’s go to a far off world where everything is right

And nothing is wrong

Nothing is a worry, everything is a luxury

No one has to sleep, because they relax all day

Everyone works together and there is perfect harmony

Everything would be perfect

A perfect world with nothing to work for

Just perfect… such a strong word

But perfect is a mask, it masks the truth

And the truth is that our world is the one worth living on

Our world is worth the work because at the end of the day we have the feeling of accomplishment

In our world, we will have things that the other will never have because nobody there will ever fight for what they love

Poem: This way is the only way of return

This Way, is the Only Way of Return

The weak are those who don't pursue,

Strength is finding a way when it seems no way to live

Find strength within, find strength within.

In my mind I dive deeper into trouble

I trust you all… just not myself

I wish for just a moment I could love you right

Trapped in a pit I had dug myself

Drowning in my own thoughts, I have found air.

No one else has control over me

Why are you beset with gloom?

Back on my grind, despite these hard times

That no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves, get farther in life.

This is the way of the only way,

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