Feelin Good Scholarship Slam
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Curving my lips revealing my teeth brings goodness and warmth into me. Filled with the sound of f having a good time. Redness blushing over my round cheeks. Glasses lifted up with the force of happiness. That's what makes me feel good inside.
When the world seems blue, I know exactly what to do.
I turn my music up high and look up and that sky.
A smile creeps back on my face
I am in my happy place
The music makes me feel alive , as though I can fly.
Face toward the bright sun,
Breathe; the cool capricious breeze.
know...life's amazing.
"I am not perfect, nobody is, That's why humans can coexist with eachother, because everyone has it's own weaknesses".
-Fubuki Shirou (Inazuma Eleven 2009)
My life isn't exactly a train wreck,
dinner date with mocha brown café
crumpled napkin clutched in lap by hands
who splash ballads onto stained tan canvas with thin brushstrokes, flick incense-ashes to the floor.
How do I explain
How you make me feel?
There aren’t enough words.
There will never be enough words.
You are a storm
Theres someone that means the world to me
No matter how dark the world can be
She's always a light to help me see
She doesn't know how much she means to me
I know that our love can never be
When I'm feeling bad
And not having fun
I want to sleep
And avoid everyone
My depression drifts
Like dead leaves blowing
Falling into darkness
My anger glowing
i breathe.
my throat is tight from
too much singing and
the anxiety that follows
my audition
-the look in my teacher's eyes
is not responsive when
the last note resonates
