Albums I Need To Get

• Use Your Illusions, "Spaghetti Incident?" - G N' R
• Sometimes - City and Colour
• Revolver - The Beatles
• Murmer - R.E.M.
• Are you Experienced? -Hendrix
• Goodbye Lullaby -Avril Lavigne

Mama and Papa

they're exclusive
to my pieces
that i play in and out of tune on the very first day of recital

they've seen me squeal
and cry behind doors that otherwise are not open
until my eyes are outlined in sorrow
and the unnatural color fills up my face

mama and papa
it takes two to make a thing go right

Some photos that I found on Flickr

Rich Byham @flickr

ram3578 @flickr

My personal favorite out of these three
By Stephanie Massaro @flickr

Prelude in E Minor by Chopin makes me wonder how I, in my right mind, left piano, even if it was only for six months. I'm so infatuated with this piece. Especially, because it's not rigid and allows room for own interpretation. Whether you want to play it really soft, breaking out into gradually louder meters every once in a while, or play in very slow in some sections and faster in others, the piece will always sound amazing. It's just one of those composed masterpieces that make you fall in love with music.

Music, is something like what Nicholas Sparks once said about love in one of his novels...

"I can't see it. But I can feel it."

That's the beautiful thing about it. The fact that you don't need to hear or see music really. You can just feel it, deep in your chest.

The Cliché

I don't want to wake up and wonder "what if"



And because of that, I'll wait
I'll wait until I feel as though I can't anymore
Because it's worth it

Some of my work-Check on This Link

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Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars "Safe & Sound" (from The Hunger Games ...

Not a big fan of TSwift but I have to say the "eerie" tone of it is definitely achieved through the instrumentals.

"She was not good on the phone. She needed the face, the pattern of eyes, nose, trembling mouth...People talking were meant to look at a face, the disastrous cupcake of it, the hide-and-seek of the heart dashing across. With a phone, you said words, but you never watched them go in." -Lorrie Moore

Eli Lieb - Place Of Paradise - Official Music Video

Blabbing

I think I have two sides. Like everyone does. There's one person that you are in some moments of the day and then another at other moments. It doesn't make me shady or double-faced or anything. Because both of those sides are completely and utterly honest. But the problem is that when I'm with people, I feel as though it's all going to be okay. Everything seems divine and just beautiful. And then when I'm alone, I feel as though I'm too old for all those games. Somebody once told me that they had grown until they were "25 or 30" in their minds because of all the emotions and experiences that had accumulated in their lives. And because of that, they just didn't fit into their current reality anymore. I feel as though I've been growing inside of me and the outside is just hesitating and stuck. Youth is full of mistakes and full of excuses but growing means reality and decisions. I feel as though there is a state line between those two and both my feet are on separate sides of that line.

I am cut in half, basically.
I am the shore line.
Waiting to be kissed by the sea and struggling--
Because the sand provides safety from drowning in the waters.

Daddy's Womb (I liked this poem so I'm posting it)

i asked my father if i could swim,
and he said that i would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground.

So i walked out to the water,
and cried out – how ’bout now!
He said, a little bit further, Son,
and then you’ll leave the ground.

i stepped on sand then stone,
from hollow ground to sturdy.
The sky was at my level as I
gazed at the birdie.

The Sea brought me a new idea,
the urge to flee to the high.

i asked my Father if i could fly,
and he said, sure, Son – go try.

i jumped as high as i could.
Still, i landed on the ground.
i saw my Father pull on a chain,
then i knew that i was bound.


by Carl H., Staten Island, NY

Missing Something

The taste of sweet and sour
Is the contradiction of opening the heart
What once seemed like "our"
Soon was apart

Because he was her stone
And she, the kite
Gliding by the ripples of the wind, it was lone
and frozen up above, she turned white

The torture of decision
It bit her to shreds
The sweet and sour collision
became less blue, and more reds

Tired, she grew
Unable to forget
The divine feeling when they flew
But soon the patience became a threat

Perhaps the death of her
Was just not knowing
Who he was, who they were
Why they were slowing

The words screamed at her face,
For she already knew
That denial was a race
And it was beating her too

So she opened her fingers, 

And let go of the strings made of feather

Still--the scent and the trace of the kite lingers

She faults the space, the journey, even the tether

But self-deceit is the devil
And resent is worse
So she dropped to sea level
And was left without a verse

City & Colour - Death of me

Obsessed with this song!

And yeah,
things are starting to look up.

And Here we go Exams...

This semester is going to be hell.

Change can be Good or Bad

When things go wrong, I think the worst you can do is wallow in your sadness. Relief doesn't come to you. And answers don't just fall upon you. The only way to be happy when your in a dark place is to you, yourself, get up and live. Thinking doesn't help. Thinking about how to fix a situation does not work out. You have to do something. Whether it's mending the broken, facing the source of your misery or just coming to terms with the circumstances...the point is to stop talking and start acting.
A lot people think they can't change and they use this precise excuse: "You have to accept me for who I am." Lots of people misplace the true meaning of that phrase. Mistakes are mistakes. People forgive them and continue to accept you for who you are. But when the same mistakes are continuously repeated, that's when they are no longer mistakes. They are just wrong choices and no, people will not accept that version of you.

If you want to change, change. That's it. If you're not happy, find something that makes you over joyous to the point where you can't even remember that darkness you were once in. The point is to be happy. And those who hold you back from whatever type of happiness you prefer are not worth it. 

I know all this because although I am young, I went through my own worst version. And perhaps that's when I was the youngest I had ever been. I was a person that I just wasn't proud of. And for a long amount of time, I didn't even recognize my own bad choices because I had been so accustomed to making the mistakes to the point that I was convinced that that was the person I was meant to be. One day I just woke up and I said to myself: "Stop talking shit."
And so, I changed.

Happy New Year

Beginnings
Goodbyes

I hope this year is great.
I've had this blog for a little bit over two years but I've been writing in it since the end of 2009. Looking back on all my posts, I can see the differences from then and now. I'm proud of it all, the good and the bad. I just hope to keep growing as the years roll by.

The key to everything:
Pick and choose what matters and what doesn't.
Basically, the things that exhaust you, the people who don't try as hard as you do...screw them. And live.