Soundtracks of our Lives

I think it’s a disappointment that life doesn’t feature a built in soundtrack. Especially, for those epic moments or sorrowful nights. Music which would spawn on que from nothingness and remedy our situations, or perhaps inspire us to specific trails.Luckily, I find fiction to be a suseptable to such a depressing rule. Does music or background noise improve fiction (or story ideas) or does it mame it?

 

Whenever I write, I find it easier to hide from the outside world. I plug in my headphones and blast whichever music would fit in the specific situation I write in. Of course, in a happy scene I would listen to some 3eB or maybe some other 90s Alternative, but during the nitty gritty frightening scenes some Adema, Marilyn Manson, or even some Type o’ Negative. I find that with music stimulating my mind, I may express the feelings of the scene with a tighter grasp and guide it in a more emotional depth, than I would have in absolute silence. Music moves me.

So my question for you is do you write with music, silence, or background noise? Leave a comment below on what your preference is. I’d love to strike up a conversation with other writers on the subject.

Poem- Graduation – Old Song

Well I haven’t shared a poem here in a while and it’s sad to admit that I’ve become slightly rusted; so needless to say I’ve been writing loads of stuff to draft up some new material. Here’s a song I wrote for my old band on our demo CD. Some of the lyrics are slightly altered because at the studio I liked to rearrange words to best fit the pace of the song. 

Our hidden ties those muffled lies

and everything that we had said is gone

and I swore before that day, I would never find

myself so played.

But next  thing I recall

I was catching in the rye fields

and the children were singing

but I’m still naive.

Let’s run away

I can’t believe

it’s make believe

“we can find a way”

lies.

We walked on shells, painted nails

teenage angst in the back of a car

candy rings, hot summer things

the past is never really far,

cause I can smell your perfume on my clothes

preschool to crimson robes

if I can run away, just fade to gray

will you remember anything?

Let’s run away

I can’t believe

it’s make believe

“we can find a way”

lies.

Last thing I recall

we were lying in the mud

and I can’t count the times

you told me you were mine.

I can see you, I can hear you

I can smell you, you’re here

now you’re not.

Let’s run away

I can’t believe

it’s make believe

“we can  find a way”

lies.

From the bottom

I watched the days slip from my fingers

I know he’s right for you

and I’m so wrong

but still you’re beautiful.

yeah.

Here’s the musaaaaaac

Poem #17-”She Called me a Loser”

Here’s some lyrics I wrote a couple of years ago and I’ll be sharing them right now for Poem #17 Enjoy. Comment, rate, subscribe por favor. I’ll be getting back to ongoing comments by tomorrow morning. Just been a hectic week!

She said if life’s a circle

Than what can I do

Better go on a fishing trip

With my canoe.

If I catch a fish, think I’ll

Name him Paul

By the color of his fins

I’ll nail him on the wall.