This is my life. and its perfection.

there are many emotional times in my life. when they come, i simply get out my notebook and pen. this is my story.

2008/2/8

that steady beat.

@ 10:48 PM (6 months, 12 days ago)

[written on the way to choir class]

 

#1

I walk down the hall

with a smile on my face

there really is no reason

or any special case.

just that i am smiling

at the simple thought of my friends

then again i realize

that love never bends.

 

they say home is where the heart is.

i am home.

 

mine is not in walls

of stone

but safely held within the walls

of my own body and bone.

it doesnt wish

to be free,

it is perfectly content

to simply be.

it just beats

its steady rhythm

following the music

written by my soul.

 

#2

My heart beats the music of my soul.

sometimes it goes fast,

sometimes it goes slow.

sometimes it is fast and wild

othertimes it is slow and mild.

i read the music to my life

not on paper

but imprinted in

the red flesh of my heart.

i don't read others music

that's not who i am.

i don't know what is coming.

unless i look ahead.

 

#3

You know those movies

where at the end

the actor walks

down a lane of some sort

which supposedly

represents life's long

journey.

they put a smile on their face

and the inspiring music plays.

they march on and on until

the screen fades to black.

movies are equal to fantasy.

life is equal to reality.

but in life

instead of fading to black

the road keeps going

and i need someone

to push play.

start my music

or forever i stay.

just keeping time

with only that single steady

beating of my heart.

i beg somebody, anybody,

please push play.

 

#4

i don't have to talk,

     the song speaks for me.

i don't have to cry,

     the words pour my emotion out of their bottle for me.

i don't have to fly high on drugs,

     the phrases soar for me.

i don't have to be alone,

     my friends can sing with me.

 

 .....my mission is to find the songs that describe my life, thoughts, and dreams, in the hope that someday i will be able to write my own life down. and that someone else may sing it and be inspired to write their own song......

i dont want to be a writer of novels or music.

i want to be the writer of my heart.

 

<3 cally

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