"Only believing"

I’ve decided that I’m going to start turning my poetry into songs. #yayband #I’llBeSoCool 

But for real, I want to make this a meaningful experience. I want my music to help connect people. If you guys could check out my poems and give me some feedback, that’d be wonderful.

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March 6, 2016

You say we’re done with our adventure

Because we spent two months together

Yes, you must surely know.

But how can you say

You know all my ways

When you’ve barely even seen me grow?

There are buds waiting to bloom

Songs to be sung

And wars to be won.

Don’t tell me I’m not the one.

You think I might be ordinary

Even I forgot my destiny,

I lost track of my soul.

I was just a snail

With an untold tale

But now I’m beginning to unfold.

I’m done hiding in my shell.

The time to emerge is come.

Heart pounding in my chest

And a prayer in my breath

I leap into who I should become.

I’m a bud starting to bloom

A song you want to hum

A war to be won.

Can’t stop me, cause I’m not done.

I’m a bud starting to bloom

A song you want to hum

A war to be won.

Don’t tell me I’m not the one.

When I finally bloom,

You’ll wonder how you

Only saw the cocoon.

3 March 2016

I’m standing behind you, an invisible mark

Curtains half closed, and my dream goes dark.

This whirlwind of color, this stream of weeks,

I wake and I walk and I feel and I sleep.

Don’t you have a face, my dear,

Don’t you have a face?

Didn’t I have a place, so near, 

Didn’t I have a face?

I’m wishing behind you, a lonely shade, 

Violet nights and green days - stop -

I’m afraid

What do I do when my sun shines at night?

No travel converter to make it alright.

Don’t you have a face, my dear,

Don’t you have a face?

Don’t I have a place, not here

Am I in my place?

Pushing and shoving and screaming through glass

Let me in, let me in, I’m part of the cast!

Forbidden and hidden and moving through time

Despite reaching and singing and freezing your lines.

Don’t you have a face, my dear,

Don’t you have a face?

Don’t you see my face, so near,

Am I in your face?

I know you have a face, my dear.