Noise

For years we have been taught that the real meat of the song is the words. "It's not how it sounds, but what they are saying," they would say. I beg to differ. Forget about the words. Listen to the music. Music is like flowing water that moves you from place to place. The words are mere noise, pages of someone else's book. "Shh", I say, "I am trying to write my own story." Suddenly, the music begins to talk to me, telling me of my pain, going deeper and deeper with no remorse - Therapy for lack of a better word.

Poison

Low Self-Esteem is like poison
that's eats away at the lining of your self-concept
soon all that is left is a tattered self-image fit for nothing
Then the question becomes, "How can I love another if I can't love me?"
and just like that, even possibilities
become fading fantasies.

- ashe

Mr. Possibilty

I haven't posted anything in a while. My apologies to you all. Life just gets so busy sometimes. I need to really practice coming up for air more often. My mind has been writing constantly, but my pen hasn't caught up just yet, but hopefully that will change. Right now I feel like I am sitting down at a piano, getting ready to play the song of my thoughts. Hold on let me find my key. My first key is...

"Mr. Possibility"

It's been a while since a beau has caught my eye
and actually think about the possibilty of a
You and I.
I met you on a Tuesday not knowing
that by the next, next Thursday
I'd be inwardly smiling
Don't get your hopes up Mr. Possiblity
All we've said is Hello
but maybe, just maybe
there will be more