"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

(Raise Your Voice) Me Being Me (a poem)

Raise Your Voice
Me Being Me
Written July 12th, 2011

There’s a little car racing along
Bright paint sparkling in the sun
And a girl leaning out the passenger window
Tapping a beat on the door to a lively song
Her long hair flies back in the wind
And she has a smile
Big enough for the whole world
Enjoying something simple for a while
The people in town watch her go
And smile quietly to themselves
Remembering the infectious grin
That helped ease a deep sorrow

Sunday, July 10, 2011

(Dear Marius) Show You How I Play (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius
Show You How I Play
Written July 10th
Come, I want to show you
I follow, we sit
A smile on your lips
Eyes full of light
I see your passion
Before you even start to play
Come, I want to show you
To me you say

A deep breath,
And your fingers set free
The first notes, begging for life
Starting soft, your fingers dance
I am a bystander
Of this musical romance
And I can’t avert my stare
Your fingers, they fly
With such love, skill, and care

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Refuge of Night (a poem)

Refuge of Night
Written July 10th, 2011
There are no stars tonight
To help me see
They’ve left me on my own
To face this inner plight

Lost, I lay in the grass
Enjoying my quiet solitude
Tomorrow I’ll be hit with cold water
It seems I’m growing up too fast

A lonely lamppost’s light sent
To my figure, drawing a long shadow
I see my sins hiding in its black void
But life’s too short to worry about repent

Thursday, July 7, 2011

(Dear Marius) You'll Never Know (poem by Juliette Labelle)

I want to make it absolutely clear that this is not my writing. All credit and rights go to Juliette Labelle, 100% Juliette read my work on Booksie, and was inspired to write her own piece for Michael. It is a beautiful piece and I would like to officially commend it into my Dear Marius collection.
I think it goes to say how truly special Mikey is when absolute strangers are writing pieces for him.

Here is her introduction:
I write this in honor of Micheal Hall. I never knew him, but any time a beautiful soul is taken, even strangers miss them. Ousma [Faith], I do so hope you like this. I tried to write it from your perspective. I feel like it's not as good as my usual stuff but I've no experience dealing with death.

Without further ado:
Dear Marius
You'll Never Know
By Juliette Labelle 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Music Hallway

Music Hallway
Written June 6th, 2011
The soft smell of old must
Hinted in the air
An aged and well-loved carpet
Tread on by generations of shoes
A troop of elderly pianos
With chipped keys from extensive use
A din of music resonates
Echoing lightly on the walls

Here, here we camp
Soaking it all in
The years of bygone memories
The traces of personalities past
Fragments of talent, left behind
Drifting in the air,
Clinging to the walls,
Sleeping in the shadows;
You just have to look with your heart
We rest here, absorbing
An escape from the fast-paced world
A time to rest, heal, and create
A second home to wandering young souls
Just trying to find a place

This is the Music Hallway.

A tribute to the music hallway at my high school, where so many teenagers, including me, just love to be. It's like a light to moths.... And this is where, I'm sure, Mikey's spirit wanders on occasion.  

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

(Dear Marius) My Little Morning Bird (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius
My Little Morning Bird
Written July 5th, 2011

My little morning bird
You always have a song to sing
Your voice and love of the day
A smile to my face will bring

My little morning bird
Always waiting for me
When I’m tired and stressed
The tunes you sing livelier than my coffee

My little morning bird
So happy and ecstatic beneath the sun
You have too much love in one heart
Your friendship brings confidence before my day has hardly begun

Missing You (a poem)

Missing You
Written June 5th, 2011
I press my face to the pillow
And with a soft weary sigh
Allow the blankets to embrace me
Slowly, I let the day go
To be absorbed by my loving mattress
Freed from limiting concentration
And the confines of stress
My mind wanders where it likes
Since I’m quite fond of you
It tends to meander your way

In the dark of night
My thoughts screaming into

I think of you,
And I long for you.