TORTUREDxSOUL

I have been thrown head first into a culture that doesn't want me. Or rather it's me that just doesn't belong. I grow tired of the lingering smoke and stale breath. The cancer sticks and mini-skirts. Oversized jeans and substance abuse. Do I embrace it and join the race? Or reject it and start my own…

Clock strikes twelve. Time to turn back into a pumpkin. Suddenly everyone sees you. But doesn't know you. Not as they did 10 minutes ago. Welcome back to reality. When you have to fight to be seen. Fight to be heard. Fight for what  you love. Fight for their understanding. 20 minutes ago, you were in the spotlight. Ripping open your skin. Showing everyone who you are. Your passion shines brightly under the spotlight. The whole room stops. Stops breathing. Stops speaking. Stops judging. 30 minutes ago people didn't recognize you. They forgot about the girl in the daylight. Funny how the sun shines brighter than an

Is it Possibly to be so tight in the grip of society, that it becomes impossible to feel complete solitude? What happens when the rustling of the trees, and the drumming of the rain isn't enough to drown out the voices of the conformists?  Thoreau had the right idea. But it is becoming harder and harder to find a secluded spot that hasn't been touched by man and it's technologic evils in some way, shape, or form. I personally find it difficult to think for myself today. I miss my younger age when I could run in my backyard barefoot, building calluses against the gravel and stones; not worrying if I looked ridiculous or un-lady like.

*original title* This Song is One Giant Contradiction I like music just like the best of them Your typical band geek some might say Speechless strings of violins can turn my sorrows to a grin Its instruments, not words that make my day I don't necessarily listen to what's popular Those love songs make me sad and it shows Their broken hearted melodies and nervous virgin memories Only tell me what I already know They tell me what I already know (CHORUS) That's why I listen to jazz That's why I listen to Grainger Because I'm no stranger Because it's a danger Start throwing moving tongues and voices into the mix And pretty soon yo

Is your head spinning as fast as mine? Did you feel the air go quiet? Did your eyes travel as far as mine? Did you ignore it as I did? ….What was that?