Symphonies 

Long ago in a land faraway Lived a girl a small naive sheltered girl 

That found adventure and passion 

In sounds and melodies from artists hearts 

Smiles and tears from lyrics sometimes unknown to her 

She hmmmm to songs of love and hate 

She discovered escape routes from her daily 

When it hurt the must she would sing at the top of her lungs to songs that spoke to her soul 

While the world around her crumbled 

She created fantasy stages where she would wow the world with strings, percussions, notes 

With every sunrise and sunset, she embraced rhythm and blues with a little hard bass 

When reality became too harsh for her years 

The beating of the drums took her away on trips far far away 

And every time she felt that she lost a little more of her innocence, she belted doooo reeeeee meeee faaaaa sooooooo until she drowned out all the other sounds 

She encrusted her souls with melodies and rhythms from all around the world to create her own symphonies! 

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Mother 

It’s amazing how things can be embedded so deep inside of you And you forever go in search of the answers to the why 

And it’s been there all along 

Encrusted in your every being 

Made in the sound of your mothers voice 

Sounds that destroy and crumble 

Sounds that create monsters inside souls 

Insecurities fed by the words of mothers 
All the books can’t erase the scars of your words 

Not the songs memorized in my head 

Not the many nights of being inebriated 

Not the millions tears spilled through out all these years 

Not the billion fuck you and fuck the world you keep screaming out loud 
Because the words repeat over and over 

The scars deepen and darken 

The walls grow stronger, cemented by your insecurities 

Your insecurities that you assured to encrust into my soul from the minute I could crawl 
I have walked a million miles away from you 

I have written stories my stories full of chapters with nothing to do with you 

But the more I walk away from you 

The closer I get 
I vowed moons ago 

When the reality of me ever being like you 

That if ever I was blessed with being a mother

There would never be a question of love 

There would never be a bigger fan 

Queen of the jungle, protector of the pride, huntress!! 

I would build never destroy the oh so sensitive soul of my legacies!