Echo

I hear                                                                                                         You hear
laughter                                                                                                      sobbing
in the corridor.                                                                                           in the corridor.


Someone                                                                                                    She is
sewn                                                                                                           torn
back together.                                                                                            back apart.


Teary eyed,                                                                                                Teary eyed,
red cheeked,                                                                                               red cheeked,
they laugh.                                                                                                 she cries.


They clutch                                                                                                She clutches
their stomach                                                                                             her arm
in a delightful pain.                                                                                    in a bleeding pain.


I hear a door                                                                                               You hear a door,
opening,                                                                                                      closing,
closing.                                                                                                       opening.


I hear                                                                                                           You hear
sobbing                                                                                                        laughter
through the walls.                                                                                        coming towards you.


                                                   We are crashing.

War Cry

I am a soldier, tearing through battle. I used to fight so well, defending rights, but now I'm tired. Weak. Battered. Bloodied. I've got multiple open wounds, and they're all bleeding black. I stomp through the rain with the rest of the army, all the troops crazed and beaten, bleeding and mentally screwed. We all know that none of us will be the same coming off of this battlefield. We all clutch out rifles to our chests, the only things we trust; the only things we have left to protect.

Summer... What Should I Do???

I only have four more official days left of school (thank god), and, even though I really want school to be over, I've just realized that I have no life, and what the hell am I going to do when school is over?? Sit at home, do nothing? At this point, that seems like a solid plan. I mean, I've got nothing better to do. Literally, after the new season of Orange is the New Black is released, and I've finished it (which I will probably do over night), there is nothing to do. Of course, I write, but sometimes, I have to walk away from what I've been writing long term for a while, or else I won't be able to look at it with the same feelings I had about it when I started. So, when I'm leaving a piece alone, what will there be for me to do? I get bored with the internet and social media way too easily to even think about relying on that. I like to read, but I also don't want to read all of the available books before we've even reached the middle of summer. I'm going camping sometime this summer, which is cool, and I also have a (sort of) summer job lined up with my uncle at his store, which is also cool. But what else? These are all things that I do every summer. Is there anything else that I could do?

Distracted

I've been very distracted lately. Everything seems to catch my attention at once, and I don't know where to look, so I just sit there, waiting for some of the distractions to fade away so that I can focus on one thing at a time. I know it's also partially my fault, because now I'm waist deep in work that I have to make up and people I have to apologize to, but I just don't know where to start. I don't want to blame it on things that aren't related, but I really feel like they take part in my distracted state. I feel like nothing matters anymore. Things that I used to care about are all slowly fading into the background of my seemingly worthless busy life. I feel like breaking down crying and choking on laughter at the same time. I have so much to deal with, and so little time, so little me left. People always expect so much from me, when I had nothing to give in the first place.

"In the darkest night, the faintest light is blinding."
- Crown The Empire

Positive Music Rant... Warning: Twenty One Pilots

Oh. My. God. I know that if you know me personally, you know that I do this every time one of my favorite bands/artists releases a new album, or even just a single. But, oh my God, Blurry Face really is one of the most poetic, raw, beautiful albums I've ever listened to. If you haven't listened to this album yet, open a new tab (right now!) ans start listening to it before you continue reading. This album is so dynamic, the vocals aren't flawless (which, I promise you, is exactly the point), and the lyrics are perfectly written and placed. Tyler Joseph, whatever you were on when writing this album... Ugh! Just give me your drugs.

I feel like my favorite song is Fairly Local, but at the same time, I'm pretty sure that's just my bias kicking in. Fairly Local was the first song I heard from Blurry Face (then Stressed Out, then Tear In My Heart) since it was released before the album was. I really love this song, because, even thought the hook repeats itself (as it should), the verses are exact polar (haha, Polarize) opposites. It's so simple and complex all at the same time. Stressed Out is basically the story of my life, and I love the music video for Tear In My Heart. 

The first song from the album that I heard after the entire album was released was Lane Boy, which I love. Besides Fairly Local, however, I think my next favorite song would be Goner. The way this song is written is so amazing. I literally cried the first time I listened to it. In class. No joke. This album has been the one thing that's kept me above the surface since it was released and I'm not ever going to stop appreciating it.

When The Tears Run Dry

What do you do when there are no tears left to sob? What is there left to do? You just sit there, wishing that, as the tears left your eyes, so did the pain from your heart. But that's not how it works. Ha, I wish. When there are no tears left, more likely than not, you sit there, willing them back,, willing your eyes to fill back up. I feel like tears are a result of your heart overfilling with pain, and the pain has to escape somehow, so it spills out of your eyes. When you have no more tears left to cry, then it's more likely than not that your heart isn't overfilling anymore. Crying released the excessive hurt, and now what's left in your heart is about enough to tolerate. Barely enough.

"The nightmare is slowly taking over..."
Famous Last Words