Point Sebago

The smell of the lake hitting my nose

Sound of birds flying through air

Summertime bliss is what I feel

Trees around me, calmness following me

Peace and quiet letting me think

Escape from reality

Giving me new hope

Seeing the beach, sand and water

Fish swimming beneath my feet

Colors surround me

Here, time seems to stand still

People just seem to freeze

Letting moments stand forever

Feeling calm and relaxed

I rejoin reality, not having to worry about life

This summertime nexus

I escape myself and just enjoy life

Saving it for when I go back home

For here I am with my thoughts alone

Fuck Off

Fire in my eyes,

Feeling of pure rage

Its almost enjoyable

Thoughts in my mind of taking on the world.

Thinking you have the ability to break down an entire door with one swift punch

Put upon that pedestal, never wanting to let anyone down

But what happens when you fail?

The world comes crashing onto your shoulders in defeat.

In their eyes you always have to do everything right.

When you fail, you are forgotten

Left out in the cold with nothing but instinct and wit

You wish to just be able to lose control and let everything out.

Feeling of depression, not knowing where to turn when things go wrong.

Not knowing who you can turn to if you need help.

Fists seem to be glowing with fire and brimstone, trying to break your way through the

rubble.

The remains of the world you previously knew.

There is little air where I lie and I don’t know what I am to do.

I cannot give up and take the easy way out.

Take me off this fuckin’ pedestal and see me for who I am.

I cant be what you want me to be

I do what I do so fuck off

Darkness

The deepest depth

Where you entangle yourself in sorrow and pain

You are safe from nothing, yet in no real danger

Where nothing can save except yourself

You must face your fears and fight your struggles

You see a shining light in the distance, and in an instance it is gone

All hope has left before you can even come close to it

Emptiness

Writing is my only form of expression

With each new though, the pen becoming more anxious

Word by word my thought compose themselves

Longing for other to understand what I am thinking

And when the pen stops leaving trails of ink

There is no feeling of accomplishment

Just words left in the darkness of a closed book

A new feeling of emptiness

An empty soul left without feeling

Blame

Always placing the blame on me.

Am I never good so therefore I must be evil?

No, you cant always say that. I try and try until my body gives out.

I don’t know what you expect of me, but apparently I cannot live up to it.

Ive done everything I could but still all the blame is placed on me.

I am not always the rotten one as you seem to see me as.

There is soo much I do, but I guess it is never enough.

Just let the beast consume me whole and let me leave my god forsaken past.

Leave my family and move on.

Flames of Glory

Body urging to be warm

Body heat alone doesn’t suffice

Fire spreads warmth like glory

Spreading to your entire body

Warmth grasps but never releases

Moonlight Thinking

The Moon comes out and there is an eerie kind of quite.

I feel isolated from the rest of the world.

Finally, I am alone, able to think on my own without having to listen to anyone else.

No distractions, just me and my thoughts, able to deal without the world for a while.

Looking into the stars, able to see everything that is wrong.

I am able to compose myself and try to calm myself down from the deep anger that was built up inside of me.

I just wish that everyone could see things from my point of view for just a couple minutes.

Feelin Good

Rising above the clouds
I soak in the amazing light
Life is upside down
Spinning around
A whole new view on life
Things goin my way
Sun following me everyday
How could things get any better
Feelin the best I've felt in so long
Such and incredible feeling
I want t tell the world

Finally Alone

The moon comes out and there is an eerie kind of quiet. I feel isolated from the rest of the world. Finally, I am alone, able to think on my own without having to listen to anyone else. No distractions, just me and my thoughts able to deal without the world for a while. Looking into the stars, able to see everything that is wrong. I can compose myself and try to calm myself down from the deep anger that was built up inside of me. I just wish that everyone could see things from my point of view for just a couple minutes.

My Musical Philosophy

Music is more than just notes and beats
It is human expression in its basic form
You do not just listen
You interpret
Feel what the composer is trying to express
Relate your thoughts to what you feel
To every emotion there is a song
You feel happy, you feel sad
You feel jealous,or you feel mad
Let it out,write down your words
Express yourself and let your voice be heard
The music is not written, its lived
Pen is merely a paintbrush
With the paper as a canvas
Using these tools to show the world your soul