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Recipe For A Marching BandFind a school of any size,
Add a band director with some instructors.
Combine cups of veteran students
With some freshly picked members.
Pour some instruments,
New and old.
Don't forget the flags, rifles, and sabers.
Sprinkle some pep music,
And of course the show.
Stir as much as needed.
Add a dab of drama
Pour gallons of love.
Put a dash of spice.
Mix in all the hopes and dreams.
Stir some more
Roll out the dough
Til' it reached it's desired firmness.
Cut it into many pieces,
As much as you want.
Decorate them with uniforms, drillmasters, shakkos and costumes.
Dress them up with pins, gloves and plumes
Remove any doubts and regrets
And add the final pinch of luck and faith.
Set them out on the field
And watch them rise and shine.
Never Forever FarewellThat smile that was never the last one
The threads would twist again.
The distance seemed great
But your warmth was still here.
The comedies and dramas,
The tragedies and romances,
Such wonderful memories
We still remember them all.
Times have changed,
But never our friendship
Your good-bye was never the final
For you have returned.
They fly to us.
Doves of Bliss
They remove our tears.
Your icy heart melts away.
Your mind now clear,
Your blind eyes now see
Your heavy heart makes rain fall.
Your sorrowful face makes the flowers wither.
Heaven has heard your cries.
Your glimmering smile makes the sun shine.
For your angel is with you.
Simply GazingLooking at you,
The spell is in effect.
I am hypnotized.
My frozen eyes,
My rosy cheeks,
My captured heart,
My silent voice
Hello my love.
My KeysI think it was tanglible,
But I cannot touch it anymore.
I thought it was right next to me a second ago.
It was the color of-...
My memory no longer has all of the pieces of this puzzle.
Incoming Call Chapter 1Chapter One: Confirming My Madness
They wanted to take my home, my business, and every single penny I had! I have been working for them for now over eight years and this is how they repay me!? I finally opened my bookstore and have a decent place to stay. I have a stable amount of cash in an actual bank account and even a new bike. All my dreams that are in my grasp and now going to be torn away from me!
As my mind compiled the list of angry rants, my body was laying across the twin size mattress I have dubbed as my bed. My pillow was just a ball of clothes and other stuff I bundled together. You can probably find inside that "pillow" some of my furniture magazines I've been looking through. Somewhere in this mess of an apartment, You'll be able to find the ripped pages of my dream house, fully furnished and planned. But while you go through my stuff, you can find my eviction letter, my pink slip, a
Incoming Call Chapter TwoChapter 2: Lunchtime Break-In
I woke up with a smile on that fateful day. I don't truly remember why I had that smile. I didn't dream up anything good during my sleep. Besides, I was going to rob a bank. I shrugged my rambling thoughts off and took a shower. After I dried myself, I put on the clothes I chose for this special occasion. My whole outfit was black, except for my grey trench coat. I wore extra shirts and even added padding to give myself a bulkier build. My black ski mask was in my coat's pocket and I grabbed my backpack before I left the room. None of my neighbors was around to notice me leave.
I calmly walked out of the apartment and crossed the street. It was almost the bank's lunch break and I could see people leaving the area. After triple checking the place, I slipped into a nearby alleyway and hid behind a dumpster. I dropped my backpack
Happyness Within The GardenFrom your seeds, you've sown your own.
Nourishment will make them grow
Love will make them bloom.
They are yours,
And you are theirs.
They are little mirrors of you.
Their petals will reflect your colors.
Will they be blue with sorrow?
Will they be red from rage?
Will they be green because of envy?
Will they be yellow due to happiness?
Always tend your flowers.
Take care of them.
Don't let the weeds and insects take them away.
You are their protector.
You are their teacher.
You are their mother.
Take care of your flowers.
Keep them within the garden until they bloom.
100 things about band nerds...You know you're a band nerd when
1. Your lunch table is filled with band kids and you talk about band the entire lunch period.
2. The band room is your second home.
3. You have a neck strap or harness tan line.
4. You don't find it odd to hear someone yell "I can't find my pants" on the bus.
5. You have last year's contest music on your iPod.
6. C1/5 is G
7. You don't take the phrase "one time at band camp " perverted.
8. It becomes a sin to forget black socks.
9. You judge people based on their uniforms.
10. You are always yelling "more cowbell" or "more tuba."
11. You know what TIE means.
12. The band director is your favorite teacher.
13. You ARE the band director.
14. You judge others' maturity based on how well they play.
15. You really know Tyler.
16. All your idols are dead and have been for centuries.
17. You have named your instrument.
18. You're about to pass out but you're more concerned about staying in step.
19. You respond to "band geek" and tentatively tell th
With the Strength of a Child His ripped shirt is barely visible in the dust and smoke. He kneels in the rubble, bloody faded jeans loose on his hips, tan skin lined with ragged cuts and bruises underneath. Long dark hair, now dusty white and matted with blood, ripples in the wind like a tattered flag of surrender.
He can't feel the pain.
Broken jaws whisper of sadness.
Broken voices scream of loss.
And his broken eyes turn toward the ground, shadowed with fear and weakness. He clutches his head in scarring hands, ignoring the sharp debris biting his legs. He stares vacantly at the cracked concrete lying in the dust.
He can't see it at all.
Young eyes glisten with tears.
Locks on a coffinLocks on a coffin :
I wished for an angel and you strode down to save me
I felt there was love, and you answered the call
I knew there was pain, and I rushed in to help
A shattered heart, a lost soul
A lock and a set of keys
I pryed and pryed
And it seemed the lock opened
but When I wanted to open up........
10 more locks shut the coffin
For the Love of Piano
As your fingers grace the keys,
I wonder how you can be so perfect
And know just what to play
To make my heart leap into my throat.
As a smile plays across your lips,
I wonder of who you think of
As you play these melodies
And if she think of you too.
When our eyes meet,
I can't help but wonder
If you can see me
And if you know about me.
As soon as your eyes fall back to the keys,
I can't help but wonder
If you can read my mind
And if you feel the same way.
Forever and for always,
I will love you.
Will You Try?Why don't you understand?
My feelings aren't known
But if they were...
Would there eve be a difference?
You're so clueless
Don't know a thing
Sure you make me smile
Make me forget for a little bit
But as soon as your gone...
Reality crashes down
I can't help but cry over you
Think about you all the time
It kills me
Knowing you're not mine
That you'll be gone soon
Will it go back to before?
No thank you
I don't think I could
A life without you isn't livable
It's not worth living
I need you
And I know that sounds clingy
You hate clingy...
But it's the truth
Please try to understand
Because I'm trying my hardest...
To make this work
To understand you
I know I'm not perfect
That I'm not always right
So you need to help me
Help me help you
I know you can do it
I know you care enough
Give a little effort
Even if it's only because of me
You Aren't AloneThere is something they will never know, never see.
They will never come to understand, to accept.
They only see our flaws, our mistakes.
They will only know what they've been taught, been told.
Are you okay with that?
Are you able to look past that?
Because you are not alone with this.
There are others out there.
And they are the ones that really matter.
We will be there to help, to heal.
So don't give up, never give up.
Remember you are not alone
entice me at twilightthe seasons have now turned black and blue. i wake up every day still, afraid to turn my head and say hello to the same sun from yesterday. months creep onto me, grasping at my spine, piling up.
my heart's a prisoner to my ribs, beats wavering inbetween bone. my body a cave, nightmares echoing, their screams gnawing at my brain. i chased the moon away, thrashing under the covers until i grew tired and realized all the days would turn in and out but i would not wake with them.
you kissed the night sky on my back, lips dragging with the foresight of dawn. whisper as you tread your fingertips along my skin that tomorrow will hold something different.
i am like a still stone falling to the bottom of a colourful ocean. water skimming passed the spaces between my fingers, filling the empty void you can find within my body. i'm waiting to feel the ground as the surface darkens, i'm waiting to stop being a ghost.
no, i am on my bed and i am holding onto an empty pill bottle. shaking, veering
Musical RomanceI shiver
Not because of the temperature.
Not because of horror.
My eyes widen
Not because of the bright lights.
My heart stops
Not because of death.
Because of the balance.
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.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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