Posts Tagged: voice

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

an excavation in three parts

1. I’ve got a hot glue gun on, and melting as we speak let’s make it brief The excavation of habit is like ridding myself of comfort I am consistently made to feel incomplete and lacking I am tempted to

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

a thousand times

a short stop motion with a spontaneous recording layered onto it. consists of about 98 frames repeated 5 times to enhance the meaning of the song, “say I love you a thousand times.”

a thousand times

a short stop motion with a spontaneous recording layered onto it. consists of about 98 frames repeated 5 times to enhance the meaning of the song, “say I love you a thousand times.”