Music, Written by Alex Herbeck
Edited by Frank Reese
The sweet strums of a violin
The keys on a piano playing a beautiful melody
The voice of someone singing a sweet lullaby
The breeze that travels through your hair on a windy day
The sweet sounds of bird singing at the start of spring
The rain falling steadily on the rooftop
The voice of the one you love saying goodnights
Music is any form
Music is your life
Music is what you are and in everything around you
Music is the basic joy of life!
"Rainbow" Written by Alexa, Edited by Rageset
say that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
I believe that is untrue
Because when I looked into your eyes, I saw the rainbows end
There I saw you.
The Girlfriend Poem
Written by Frank Reese
Falling of an angel,
In my arms she lies.
True are the words,
True love is hard to find.
Out of nowhere she comes to me,
Like a bottled letter from the great blue sea.
My heart races out of fear,
To her heart I cannot compare.
She takes my hand and I begin to follow,
As we walk to the light amiss the shadows.
My heart pains I felted before,
Begins to mend without a sore.
As we come up to the light,
I start to lose my sight.
This must be the test,
To give her my trust with none less.
I am washes in the light,
I give some fight.
Suddenly the fear and pain lets me be,
I open my eyes and truly see.
Her love is apart of me.
She leaded me through the shadow of death.
For this reason alone I believe
I will remain in her arms until time ceases to be.
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"So I Suppose You Could Say" By Leo James II
The lines Deepen;
Perpetuating a weariness.
Born of an overpowering awareness;
Bled by the pleas;
Of Yet, a lost Generation.
I scream out in anguish.
Your tragedy transcends mine;
Immobilized into a miligrant impotency:
Demanding human sacrifice.
Surely you too appreciate my need;
My desire to be held.
But until peace curesses your being;
I melt away.
Into a landscape of emotions.
Promising the future within;
The tenderness I could,
Bless you with.
Please, do not worry!
I will be back.
And you will be ready!
(The poem above is bought to you by Frank Reese Media Works Inc)
To An Unknown God. By Katie Holt.
Hey. It's me again.
I am too weak to attack all the unjust in the world.
Living itself is already an accomplishment.
Staying alive is not a right or responsibility.
It is a profession.
Existence has nothing to do with the fancies of this world.
My body longs for the wind of April and the dusk of June.
The long and sleepless night defeats me.
Hey. It's me again.
I judge myself by this difference between my dreams and my soul.