You are the reason

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Everyday I wake
A huge breath of fresh air I take
I think about you when I am up
Colliding thoughts of us
I make such a fuss
Of showering, brushing teeth, cleaning the house
But when I think of you
I’m calm
It washes over me like a calming wind
Because I know in my heart
The reason I smile all the time
The reason I jump out of bed
The reason I’m myself
Or a better version of myself
The reason I’m giddy
I’m a million things at once
I’m a wild rush
I’m madly in love
I’m a mess
But I’m happy
I hope you are too
Because I love who I am
And You
You are the reason

Flow music Flow

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Casting a spell on me
Enchanting my ears, my heart, my soul
Spellbound
I’m in a trance
The track changes
My body flows
I prance
I romance
I dance
I sing
Because it causes me great joy
Flow music flow

Over and over again

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I feel completely stuck

My life run amuck

So I play one song

And I sing along

Until the pain is truly gone

But is it?

No, so instead

The song plays on my phone

And in my head

I’m trying to let the music heal

I want my dad heart to feel

Happy again

Try as I may

To my great dismay

It’s not working this time

So I accept the now

Accept the pain

And I play it

Over and over again

Do they have guitars in heaven? Dedicated in loving memory to Eric Nicholson

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He’s gone now

He can no long play

God took him straight away

He was so very ill so he couldn’t stay

On Earth

So now he’s looking down on us

A remarkable man

Always with a plan to impress

Just be being his beautiful self

With the presence of an angel

He wrote the song of Shimer

The most beautiful tune around

Eric should be able to continue to play

The lovely music that stole our hearts away

So I have to ask God

A serious question –

Do they have guitars in heaven?

The method to my “madness” – How I write

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There are a few things (men, politics, and death) that are more complex than the psych behind writing. It is sporadic, impulsive, indiscriminately, timeless, impossible, and delightful. Writing is a journey with stepping stones: great leaps or tiny steps, it’s going forward that’s important. The steps I go through during a writing assignment depend on what kind of time limit there is and what type of essay it is. Is it a poem? Is it a twenty page research paper? I always start brainstorming ideas for the main point of the paper no matter if it is big or small. Ideas and inspiration come to me at the most awkward times (the bus, the bathroom, at a movie). I group together these ideas into a topic before the real work begins.
I usually do not consider my audience too much at this time. I work in such a fashion fervently, and although I know it is for a teacher’s eyes only, I write to a universal audience, hoping all my efforts were not in vain. Poetry is the art form I adore, and I generally can captivate a large audience with. I use elements such as rhyming or repetition in my poetry and in my writing. Another way that I mesmerize the audience is when I write to the sound of classical music. When I write it makes me feel like I am on a journey, and I am taking my audience with me.
Speaking of journeys, the method I take is not organized. Its profile fits only the essay to which it was assigned. My support method behind it is not a method so much as it is a vision. After I research or consider ever angle I deceiver and deduct which is not just the strong point but the one I want to bring to attention. Lists are very helpful way for me to find ideas that work and ideas that don’t such as diction. I must often change, flip and rearrange my wording but syntax is something I don’t feel I achieve too often. The last element which I find related to syntax is the proofreading, which I do. Usually I have a sibling check my work as well and in the past multiple teachers have viewed my writing. I am not too pleasant while hearing criticism, but I will take it and try to spin a better story. As for a four hundred work limit, I am not use to word limits. So checking the word count is now like stopping for gas on my writing journey. I cannot go on to write without it.

I don’t want to beg for love (fusion)

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That I’m still breathing, I’m hopeless now…”

“I’d climb every mountain
I’d swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what’s I’ve broken
Because I knew you to see
That

You are the reason…

If I could turn back the clock
I’d make sure the light defended the dark
I’d spend every hour
Of every day
Keeping you safe…”

This song almost always makes me cry
Because I want to sing it to you
I already love you so much
But will you love me back?
I need you to hold me tonight.

Please.

I’m dying inside. Giving all of me until I’m drained.
Because “all of me Loves all of you”.

“Love your curves and all your edges
Love your perfect imperfections”

Please

I don’t want to beg for love
I want you to see my face, eyes and see my heart
Hear my voice, read my words
And feel my touch and know that it’s me
That I am your reason