I. Too Many Voices
I’m dizzy, my head is spinning
My feet swerve across the floor
Which way should I turn?
I can’t make the choice
Too many voices are calling my name
This ringing in my ears is creeping into my mind
II. Slowly Breaking Heart
What I wouldn’t give to just spit it out
Get it over with
Have you tell me no, it can’t be
At least that way, my heart might not break quite as slowly
III. My Valentine?
I. when you tasted like honey
Canto IV. 153 Fish and 3 Lambs
Jesus showed Himself again by the sea,
When many disciples were back in Galilee.
Peter went fishing, and others came along –
Thomas, and James, Nathanael, and John.
They fished all night, but nothing was caught,
They had longed every moment for their nets to go taut.
Day was breaking; a voice called from the shore –
They did not know yet ‘twas the man they adored.
EXT. ENCAMPMENT - HILL - DAY
The team crouches behind some rocks.
Tuor peeks over one of the boulders.
He exchanges a glance with Aerandir.
They all look at each other, and move towards the camp.
The team makes their way into a main tent.
Tuor, Lessien and Valandil stop by the tent opening and watch while Aerandir opens a small, wooden chest.
He pulls a stuffed animal and a carved statuette out of the chest.
The team looks hopefully at Aerandir.
BRIAN
Think this one’ll work?
TANNER
I dunno... I hope so.
There she sits, unreachable
To him. He is so imperfect.
She sits across the table,
But he still feels so wrecked.
There she sits, unreachable
To him. He just cannot reach,
This girl who means so much to him,
But he cannot form speech.
There she sits, unreachable
To him. He just needs some courage,
To get their friendship together again,
But he has extra baggage.
There she sits, unreachable
To him. Now he is walking over,
She will turn to smile at him,
And he has the luck of a four leaf clover.
He sat there. The ground was hard, rocky. The bench was full at the bus stop where he slept.
A little girl, maybe three or four, glanced at him. He twisted, his joints aching like someone had put lead in his bones, and looked her full in the face. She quickly looked away, giggling. Her mother, who held a baby boy on her hip, clutched her daughter’s hand and glared at him. When he ignored her and smiled at the girl, she stood up sharply.
*A/N* Just realized that I hadn't posted since July!!! So, I wrote this as a spur-of-the moment thing. I hope it's good!!!
P.S. I loooovvvveee critiques <3
There he is sitting all alone,
Desolate, sad, and Depressed,
He is a veteran and now he is home,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.
There's a frail, poor kid in Africa,
Someone gave him a gun and told him to fight,
So to his Mother he says "goodbye, I'll never see you again"
But the world doesn't seem to notice.
There's a beautiful, rich teenager,
Who sits alone on the porch swing,
Her parents, unavailable, are making her die inside,
But the world doesn't seem to notice.
Everything is a dog on this one leash:
All things move, seeking to make themselves better off.
Hot, dense air rises to cool and dissipate.
Wind blows to restore balance to the sky
filled with millions of gaseous molecules
all stumbling over one another.
People move to find their own space,
or else leave theirs to join together.
The following is a true story. I am writing this mere minutes after it happened. I am a musician. I do most, if not all of my work on a computer. I keep a lot of information and samples and other important things on a thumb drive. The thumb drive is an HP, model FD USB drive. I've customized it by gluing a broken Shift key to the front. Yesterday I went to the visitation for my great-grandmother's funeral. I had the thumb drive in my pocket then.