At the Ball

Something else I wrote during Poetry class last term; it follows “Prince”.

At the Ball

Ceilings extend to infinity, arches are arms covering our heads.
Golden halls in this golden ball with a faint odor of Mr. Clean.
They watch as the Prince, an oversized penguin, reaches out a hand that says,
“Dance with me?”
Bowtie at 10 and 4, a lopsided grin on his face
That must have sent cholesterol to my arteries
as the only logical explanation for my heart’s erratic behavior
His hands are damp, moist like a car with two horny teenagers on a cold night.

Everyone in their Oscar gowns and suits, envious of our proud display
Of feet shuffling, dips and twirls, our accidental stomping on each other
Whispered apologies, trying to mask our pain with rambunctious laughter.
Shined shoes now boasting scuff marks
The ensemble commands us to waltz, and we bust out our moves.
Chins on each other’s shoulders, ears brushing ears
Bodies fitting perfectly with each other, a jigsaw puzzle completed
We are swaying subtly, glasses on a tablecloth blown by the wind.
I feel a warm ember beneath me and I burn with embarrassment
But suddenly something gently breaks and joins my fire, and he looks away too.
When our eyes meet, we smile, the shame extinguishes between us,
transformed into passion and boldness as we claim this moment as ours forever.
Melodies’ curtains close and people applaud our efforts,
crescendoing as I look at my Prince, bowtie at 11 and 5, lopsided grin tilting even further,
And I engrave a diamond memory with my lips to his.
Everything goes slow-mo as we bathe in our Hollywood screen-kiss
The orchestra keeps its promise to be our DJ, and people swish and swoop around me with joy.

If only I didn’t have to return to my wicked parents’ basement before midnight.

Little Puppet’s Waltz

Sometimes music can be more expressive than words.  As you may know by now, I also write music as well as poems and songs.  The first piece of music I ever composed was back in high school, during my last year.  I was so into my composition, I tried to transcribe it since it was fairly easy.  Eventually, I did, and it’s the only piece I’ve transcribed onto paper without using notation software.  If you’re so utterly impressed with my work of art and would like a copy of the sheet music, just drop a comment with your e-mail and I’ll send it your way.

Enjoy!

Empty

I guess it would be appropriate to start my blog of writing with the first song lyrics I wrote when I was 17. At the time, I felt very alone and kinda depressed and didn’t have an outlet for my thoughts. One thing lead to another and I found myself writing and re-writing lyrics to what would be the first song I wrote.

At the bottom of the page is the video for the song.

Empty

I lie to make myself feel better
But even after, I’m still dead
Something inside yearns for more
More than this, more than this

And though I’ve not fully understood it
My mind plays tricks on me
Telling me that there’s more to life
Than the world that I see

CHORUS
Empty
Empty
After all is said and done
I still feel empty

I’ve fallen so many times it’s hard to think twice
To the point where my misery becomes my bliss
And everything they say is a way to die
and everything else is always a lie

And though I’ve not fully understood it
My mind plays tricks on me
Telling me that there’s more to life
Than this world that I see

CHORUS x2
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna feel anymore
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel… anymore

I lie to make myself feel better
But even after, I’m still…