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Opposite

I’m turning three to one
Twice in my life
A third of a third?
Or two out of six?

For the first time
Maybe I’ll feel like someone,
Even if that means
Leaving loved ones behind.

Would I turn my back
On the music?
Yes.

Would I turn my back
On the family?
Well…

Perhaps leaving
Will have the opposite effect.

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To the band:

Sometimes I feel my life is a train
And no matter how I try to step off the path
I keep on going down the long, narrow tracks
I keep pushing forward through the night, wind, rain

I feel my choices make no change
I walk down one road until it fades away
I end up on the other side anyway
The situation varies, the results remain the same

I feel a collision waiting to happen
I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it
But there’s no way to avoid it —
— the confines of the world I’m trapped in

I wanted to be a writer
My god would have none of the such
As bad luck piles up too much
I slowly lose the will to fight her

I was born to strum a guitar
And that’s my place, my fate
That’s the place I cannot escape
And though it may not get me far

I was born to strum a guitar

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Singing the Blues

I tell
Myself
I lost it all,
Dropped the ball.
So I don’t get
Emptiness
Taking
Everything away from me

I
Might be afraid
To die
That ain’t gonna make
My life
Worth any less.
And I’ll
Be singing the blues
For you.

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Strum

The dance of life
The light of day
The feeling in my head.
I could cry
One thousand times
I could live a dream.

One flick of the wrist
One sound is born
The blending of many notes.
I could live
And I could die
In this moment every day.

My life revolves
Around this movement
Repeated every day.
My heart dissolves,
My brain’s resolve
Is tested every day.

Music is what makes me
Wake up tomorrow,
Just as it was today.
Music will be
The death of me,
There is no better way.

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What the hell am I s’posed to do?

Along with my poetry, I’ve posted some song lyrics that I’ve written. But I feel like it doesn’t translate as well when it’s meant for music. The words do not always carry the natural rhythm–sometimes it’s something that’s in the music.

So instead I’ve decided to post a video of me playing the song. This is a song I wrote called “What the hell am I s’posed to do?” The lyrics are below the video.


I’m scared to death that everything’s a lie.
I’m scared to find out that you don’t control my life.
I’m scared to hell that heaven’s in your eyes.
I’m tired of being scared ’cause it’s running out my life.

I look at you and you say,
“What the hell am I s’posed to do?

I will be your hell hound when you die.
I’ll be sleeping in that hole behind your eyes.
I’ll be running until everything’s alright.
I’ll keep running till I reach the fucking sky.

I look at you and you say,
“What the hell am I s’posed to do?”
When I woke up you said,
“I will run away from you.”

I look at you and you say,
“What the hell am I s’posed to do?”
When I woke up you said,
“I will run away from you.”

Oh, what the hell am I s’posed to do?

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Chasing Blue Skies Away

I know the calm before the storm,
getting ready for the worst.
Don’t wanna spend the rest of my days
chasing blue skies away

I get these blues every day
and I know they’re here to stay.
What the hell you want me to say,
chasing blue skies away?

I’ve got no hopes or dreams,
everyday I know it seems
that something else is gonna
chase my blue skies away

I never learn from my mistakes,
all my life it’s gonna take.
Never wanna see your face
chasing blue skies away

Now I’m going on back home
even though I live alone.
Ain’t gonna let nobody
chase my blue skies away.

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Dusty keys

A childhood dream
becomes a memory,
and what am I left with?
These dusty keys
and an empty bench
to tell me I never was
the figment of my dreams.
And as I drag my fingers
across the endless white sea,
I hear majors and minors
and I stop at a B.
If I smash these dusty keys,
will there ever be
someone there to stop me
from killing
what makes me
me?

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