Music and Writing

1. I listen to music literally every minute of every day. I don’t think I’ve gone 24 hours without listening to my own choice of music in years. Music resurfaces all types of emotions for me, depending on the song it can make me feel extremely happy and alive or it could remind me of all the sad in my life and bring me down.
2. My favorite song at the moment is Trouble by Halsey because I have recently been going through some rough patches and it just kind of explains what I’m thinking and feeling. Just like her song Hurricane im not sure I could make a decision right now but they both really explain how im feeling and what I want to say.
3. My taste in music has changes immensely over the years, I went from listening to Hannah Montana and Usher to listening to strictly All Time Low, Blink 182, Fleetwood Mac and a whole bunch of different bands and it has definitely changed my styles and everything about me.
4. I gravitate more to bands and “punk” styles because that’s what I enjoy, I don’t enjoy listening to Ariana Grande or Kanye West. I never really have so it’s not hard for me to gravitate to that style of music.  
5. I have only a handful of friends that listen to the type of music I listen to and I think it’s mainly because I’m so different than my friends and they think they have no business listening to what I listen to. They think its “revolting” which I take serious offense to.
6. Without music the world would be dull. It scares me so much to think about if I didn’t have music, I would be a completely different person and even thinking about that scares the crap out of me.
7. Without music I would be so lost. I mean I already am but more than usual. Music has always been my gateway and without it I wouldn’t be me. I wouldn’t be able to function properly.
8. I admire the music of Halsey because she doesn’t care what people think, she writes about sex, and drugs and I love it because that’s her, she couldn’t care less if her peers like it because that’s what she wants to write and she won’t let anyone change that.
9. Music is the essence of poetry. Music is poetry with background noise. I can’t begin to explain how much people pour their hearts and souls into music and they sing what they wouldn’t dare to speak. Music is how they feel and act. It’s who a person is. (This is question 13)
10. Music for me, provides a gateway that nothing else can. It’s cheesy but it speaks what I wouldn’t dare. It explains what I feel and it heals me in ways I could never be able to explain. That’s really all I can say about that because I mentally and physically cannot put this into words. ( This is 14)

Favorite Song Lyrics cont.

You’re Dead Wrong – Mayday Parade

She's got broken things

 Where her heart should be

 And I keep rolling them over in my head

 Make my voice brand new

 I'll give it all to you

 And I'll never speak again

Lord, I've been trading places with the ghost in me

 And it's starting to make me sick

 But if there's one real thing I could choose to believe

 Just a little hope would do the trick

Brand New Day – Van Morrison

I was lost and double crossed

With my hands behind my back

I was longtime hurt and thrown in the dirt

Shoved out on the railroad track

I've been used, abused and so confused

And I had nowhere to run

But I stood and looked

And my eyes got hooked

On that beautiful morning sun

And the sun shines down all on the ground

Yeah and the grass is oh so green

And my heart is still and I've got the will

And I don't really feel so mean

Here it comes, here it comes

0 here it comes right now

And it comes right in on time

Well it eases me and it pleases me

And it satisfies my mind

Favorite Song Lyrics

Favorite Music Lyrics

Hurricane - Halsey

I went down to a place in Brooklyn

Where you tripped on LSD

And I found myself reminded

To keep you far away from me

And there's a storm you're starting now

And there's a storm you're starting now

And there's a storm you're starting

I'm a wanderess

I'm a one night stand

Don't belong to no city

Don't belong to no man

I'm the violence in the pouring rain

I'm a hurricane

The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver- All Time Low

I like you better when you're numb

 I'm sick and tired of false devotion

 Devote yourself to moving on

 Or suck it up and let it go

Social Casualty – 5 Seconds of Summer

So save me from who I'm supposed to be

 Don't wanna be a victim of authority, I'll always be a part of the minority

 Save me from who I'm supposed to be

 So tell me tell me tell me what you want from me, I don't wanna be another social casualty

 

 

This piece was made by crafting clay and using different glazes and fires to make the colors and textures differ.

The artists name is Nelson Grice who is famous for his unique style of sculpting, in all of his pieces they are very creepy and different from what most people would sculpt. This reminds me of the famous saying, “Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil” because they are mimicking the expressions shown. I find this very creepy, not just this specific piece but most of his other pieces are very questionable.

Poems by Pictures: Inspired by Banksy

I will be using a Graffiti Artist who goes by the name of Banksy. He goes across New York spray painting building with, truly inspiring and honest pieces of art work. To me this is what an artist really is. He tries to make a statement under a false identity and it has always spoken to me.

Follow your dreams everyone shouted,

But really, no one wants you to achieve that.

They want you to believe you can accomplish anything.

Until finally you give up,

Fall to the ground,

And throw in the towel.

They want you to believe you’re no better than the young lad sitting next to you in your cubical working for the government.

Oh but trust me young one,

People are not what they seem to be.

People cheat and lie and put on a pretty face.

My Drear, trust no one.

Little girls are mischievous.

Little boys are liars

And dear, never must you ever, judge a book by its cover.

Because we all have covers, covers and covers, waiting to be exposed.

So please, protect that pretty little heart of yours. 

Art Walk.

Art Walk:

Coffee Stains

Coffee stains added to the pages of my journal, accompanying the stale mascara marks,

Dripping onto my pages creating an untold work of art.

It’s like reading all the memories of my past by coffee and makeup stains,

Recreating my horrifying past..