Here's a piece I just wrote. I was fun


you can't see itYou can't see it, but she's crying inside. Laughter that was genuine is now merely a facade. Hiding beneath her fears, she tries to make it through. Nobody sees the painful streaks of her misery and anguish.you can't see it
You can't see it, but she's dying inside. That last chance slips away into shadows of hopelessness. Her feelings are bottled up tightly and the pressure becomes immense. But even time cannot release
the things that cause her torment.
You can't see it... Until it's too late.


broken life, shattered dreamsI sit by the door Silently hoping Waiting for that handle to turn The fire hasn't yet been put out But slowly, so slowly, it's beginning to dwindle...broken life, shattered dreams
I keep waiting in suspense Praying you'll come for me Though I know that it's useless I poured out my heart Now it's growing colder, steadily colder, till it's frozen...
I realize now how foolish I was To expect anything from you And to believe in love I turn the key on my life Locking it tightly, so tightly, until nothing can enter...
Never again will I love As this knife pierce


a beautiful smileA beautiful smile To hide herself beneatha beautiful smile
It covers the lines Deep within her skin Caused by the blades Drawn with her own hand
A beautiful smile To hide herself beneath
It covers the shame Deep within her mind Thoughts of ending life With her own hand
A beautiful smile To hide herself beneath
It covers the person Who she really is A beautiful person Who just doesn't know it


where is the music?The sound of a bow Gliding across the strings Precisely, rhythmically A scale has been completedwhere is the music?
The placing of her fingers Moving over the neck Perfect timing, perfect position A piece has been played
But suddenly she stops To ponder what she is doing The strings screech painfully As her bow slips to the ground
"What is music?", she asks herself Is it what she always thought? This question once so simple Has now become mystifying
The bow can be there. The pitches can be there. But if the heart feels nothing
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Everything's fair in love and basketball...
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You touch my heavy heart
And when You do You make it light
As I exhale I hear Your voice
And I answer You, though I hardly make a noise
From my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
--Relient K
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Have a look [link]
Make the ordinary extraordinary
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When Im dead, I want to be burried with my face lying down, So that any body who doesn't like me, Can kiss my Ass ..
This one rolled me four times over in my chair: [link]
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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)."
-e.e. cummings
I now have a few photos for stock use located at *gild-a-stock please check out her stock!!!
I also put images in my scraps that can be used
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You touch my heavy heart
And when You do You make it light
As I exhale I hear Your voice
And I answer You, though I hardly make a noise
From my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
--Relient K
anyway, if you ever write anymore music, be sure to tell me.
ALWAYS LOL.
sorry it's just that I'm extremely in love with Instrumental/piano music right now and you are amazing. THUS.
need for your music.
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"I'm moving to Paris." - H
"Where's that?" -Me.
[link]
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When Im dead, I want to be burried with my face lying down, So that any body who doesn't like me, Can kiss my Ass ..
This one rolled me four times over in my chair: [link]
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You touch my heavy heart
And when You do You make it light
As I exhale I hear Your voice
And I answer You, though I hardly make a noise
From my lips the words I choose to say
Seem pathetic, but it's fallen man's praise
--Relient K
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