(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

(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

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

(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 

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.

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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.  



(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

Silence

I think of you,

And I long for you.