your words
are music to my ears;
my very own symphony.
-Jas©
your words
are music to my ears;
my very own symphony.
-Jas©
she sensed all was lost;
she was no longer
the girl who laughed
into the blue sky, but
instead cried to the moon.
-Jas©
I felt the music
sing through my veins
and settle in my heart.
-Jas©
Headphones in,
closed off to the world;
lost
in my own mind,
thoughts circling a drain.
Babee
Forces its way between beats.
Look at the tree.
Carries on the Rhythm.
WHAT?!
my voice overpowers
Ā the music.
Look-
The tree.
ugh.
Sweetheart,
IĀ really doĀ fucking
love you, but stop
disturbing my music
With your shitty sight seeing.
-Jas©
I need to get lost
in the crowd,
I cant take it anymore;
just let me disappear
in the music before
I come undone.
-Jas©
Please just understand
That I need the music;
I donāt want to ignore you
But my minds cluttered;
Hectic.
The beats soothe me
And take the anger away.
-Jas©
Baldwin: “We’re squares, Allison, and squares got to stick together.
Allison: “Yeah, but drapes are people too. They just look different.”
Heavy beats match the
Rhythm of my heart.
Amplified sounds
Shock my system
Harsh tones
Accompany my mind.
Rock ān Roll-
Runs through my veins
-Jas©
Your words are the lyrics
My movements are the melodies
And together we make the song.
-J.Rose©
I want one.
Okay maybe not just one,but I’veĀ always been in love with that idea.
Obviously, I wouldn’tĀ be quite comfortable going old school and givingĀ my address out,yet;however, I’ve heard about this invention called the internet and email.
I’mĀ a really good listener.
And I get bored and lonely (how sad),sometimes reading or music just doesnt help.
And I promise it wouldn’tĀ get weird.
Correction , it may get a little weird š®
P.s this is the shit that happens when the boyfriend decides to sleep.
It’sĀ not that I don’tĀ trust people (okay a little) but its hard to trust people when they display certain characteristics.
Its a joke people; dont get too offended, not my fault you’re weird (I do love weird things though so hmm.)
The followings are examples of why I will be suspicious of you:
You Don’t Curse. What the fuck is wrong with you…”oh its so unlady like” “cursing is not a sign of intelligence””cursings unattractive” How about you let loose and mind you’reĀ own goddamn business ( heres looking at you mom) if you do not curse I cannot be friends with you,only because its my second nature; It’s a part of who I am. If I’m not cursing at you that means I dont like you. My cursing is a sign of affection. It means I’m confortable enough to use “vulgar” words around you. So curse, you fucking bastards!
You Put Ketchup All Over Your Fries. What kind of a monster are you? How dare you saturate those delicious potato strips with ketchup! You must put an excessive glob on the side and dip the fries…duh. You’re just sogging them up and nobody likes soggy fries (well except you). It just irks me, I don’tĀ know why, but when I see someone (especislly if they are with me) pour ketchup everywhere, it either makes me a)want to throw it in their face or b)delete number and never speakĀ to them again. But of course I go with c)file them under my crazy category.
You Pour the Milk then the Cereal . Seriously? Seriously..? Okay first off, I actually have been guilty of this and the only,ONLY, way it is acceptable is if you are pouring your second,preferably third bowl of cereal. It allows you to not over indulge despite the previous bowls. However, if its your first bowl and you’re all like “milk first, don’tĀ want too muchĀ then cereal-solid plan” I’m questioning all your like decisions. Its cereal for fucks sake..you pour it first.
You Like the Movie More Than the Book. Do you even read bro? There’sĀ nothing more worse than an unworthy reader. I get it, trust me, I enjoy watching the movies based on books but I will always love the books more. There’s no logical explanation of why the movie is better-its not. Its only giving visuals to the words you love.
You Cook Meat Till It’s Well Done. Four close people in my life has this problem:my brother, mother,step father and boyfriend, and lets just say I keep a close eye on them. Its its not bleeding or red (I’ll let you slide with pink)then there’s problems. I’mĀ not going to go into how your palete is probably shit but I will say all the flavors gone! How can you do that?
You Don’t Like Music or Reading. Just go away I’llĀ never be friends with you. What would we even talk about? What the hell do you enjoy then? I can understand reading but music? UnnaturalĀ I say!
You Follow the Rules Always.Ā How will you help me hide my boyfriends body or break into multiple banks if you won’t break the rules. I don’tĀ do rules fully, and if you want to follow some, knock yourself out but you also must be willing to bend them. If not you’re boring and thats not fun. When I get bored I tend to do reckless things; so you see,it looks like either way , with my persuasive, those rules will break. You’re a goody and I’mĀ the devil that rest on your shoulder.
There’s probably more that I just cant think of right meow. But for now that gets my point across.
Whats on your list?