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I shiver
Not because of the temperature.
I gasp
Not because of horror.
My eyes widen
Not because of the bright lights.
My heart stops
Not because of death.
I shiver
Because of the balance.
I gasp
Because of the tone.
My eyes widen
Because I am amazed.
My heart stops
Because I am in love.
I am in love with the music.
Such glorious voices,
Such brilliant movements.
While seeing uniforms,
There appears individuality.
With the sacred breath of life,
Thoughts are conveyed through the bells.
In the end,
I stand and declare my love.
Not because of the temperature.
I gasp
Not because of horror.
My eyes widen
Not because of the bright lights.
My heart stops
Not because of death.
I shiver
Because of the balance.
I gasp
Because of the tone.
My eyes widen
Because I am amazed.
My heart stops
Because I am in love.
I am in love with the music.
Such glorious voices,
Such brilliant movements.
While seeing uniforms,
There appears individuality.
With the sacred breath of life,
Thoughts are conveyed through the bells.
In the end,
I stand and declare my love.
Literature
Music
I see music in colors, like a heart-rate graph, oranges and blues and deep purple fluidly flowing up and down and along the parameters of sound. High; sweet flutes, silver and gold twisting gleamingly through the air like DNA. Low; baritone drumming, a rap-tap-tap of dashes dancing across the page. Liquid glass-- liquid fire, it's the soulful thrumming of an organ playing in the church... It's like the notes could lift you up, up, up... Straight into sunlight. Except you don't fall, not like Icarus. You dance.
I see music in colors, and yet I can't ever draw it right, can't write it right. It's the color of safety and home, it's the color of
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Do I belong?
I often wonder as I stare off into space,
If God really wanted me to be.
If He wanted me to walk this earth,
To breathe this sickening air.
I ponder this question so many times
as I lay in bed at night.
Do I really belong?
And if I were to die today,
Could someone somewhere say,
'She made a difference, she changed my life.'
I doubt it, for I know I failed more times than not.
I failed at being the one.
Failed at saving his life.
Failed the day I was brought into this earth.
And if I do not belong here.
Then where do I belong?
If the pain surrounds me in this place,
Where then can I truly be free?
Literature
Marching Band
The day we met I was pretty quiet
And all I could dream were your lips to kiss
You and I proved to be quite a riot
Those long days at band I will surely miss
The days made easy from the shade of trees
Those summer days in the middle of June
We were so thankful for a simple breeze
Sent home once our only light was the moon
Joining marching band was a dream of mine
I never knew it would take me this far
Out on the field, I feel like I can shine
As the strums fill my ears from the guitar
Of all the things marching band included
We made a family, I concluded
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This is practically how I feel while watching good marching band shows...
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That's awesome! As a Marching Knight, I love to see what audience members think of bands. You're really good at making it flow, but also being harshly rhythmic. 