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Ack, I've been in a funny mood lately. An extreme mixture of boredom, passion for my singing and writing, moodiness, disgust, loftiness, and love. It's weird. Thaddeus has 6 other personalities. : D
I don't know what to type here: looking back at it later, I'll probably be hating myself for being so immature and unfocused.
As I've recently discovered, I want to play the piano. I write songs and I am dying to make my own music and hear them. It's seriously eating me up on the inside: I want this. Really, really bad. But my mom, who has never supported any of my decisions in why whole life, is hoping I'll just drop this love for singing, art, and theatre and grow out of it. I've asked her to look around for piano lessons and maybe invest in one for me but, like I said, she's never made an effort to heed my desires and do something for me.
So, my songs. I wrote some of these a while ago as simple poems, so bear with me. Some are new.
Untitled (as of now) Cloudless skies, fog on the lake Morning dew on sharp blades of grass Gentile waves against the shores My home atop the hill.
With afternoon, the sun greets it's Earth Burns down on the sand and shore Swift breeze dries our faces If only for a moment.
Oaks stand tall and poplar leaves flicker Warm grass beheath my bare feet Fallen leaves caught in the tall brush Fur branches bounce in the passing wind
My home awaits me up the wooded slope With ancient birches all around I'd rather be nowhere but there For eternity, if I had it.
The Girl Who Saw Pictures in the Sky (pending title) Little speak or thought Of the girl long since taken away Committed paracide homicide And saw pictures in the sky.
The girl saw signs in the tree tops Sillouhetted against the vast blue sea Thought she was on a quest Of nothing and of no return.
Once brave and even witty The girl who saw messages in the earth Was naught but an empty case All this for the unknown.
The girl who was told she would reign By some higher order Saw commands in ripples on a stream And did as they pleased.
Then time rewards anon And stones cracked and turned Cobwebs were blown away and off As she approached her furture.
The man in the black glared down at her And his eyes of grey penetrated deeper Felt no pity for the girl Who saw clues in the winds.
Commanded her memory Be pushed to the back of their minds And all the poisoned people Be requited and relieved.
All for the girl Who was pictures in the sky.
Your Dynasty Each day begins with remembering something lost Taken against stone solid will Dreamless sleep is precious to me Numbs my mind and cools my heart.
What little I may remember Threatens to leave and fly out And my mind closes off it's section I spent months devoting to you.
Change takes over solem stillness As the darkest clouds split and shift And you gently peered though The walls of your shrine.
The first two, I wrote last week. The last two, last year. They're very meaningful to me, and I've tryed to span them out so anyone could somewhat understand them. I always sorta wanted to...like I said, arrange some music for them. Or sing them, alteast. But it's not easy because whenever I sing around the house, I don't get positive reactions from the fam. They tell me to stop singing, that I sound like s**t, you know. Does WONDERS for my self confidence, thanks. Anyway, it's not exactly going to stop me.
ThaddeusTheThird · Sun Apr 01, 2007 @ 06:51pm · 0 Comments |
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