A little midnight poetry

Restless mind with bloodshot eyes
I feel dawn creep on me

In thy bed, I know no sleep
And will it here to see

Without a doubt, I've made a friend,
Insomnia is he.

Cello playing

Playing cello in the middle of the night really is the best. I can sing and practice over and over until I get it right. Everyone is sound asleep. No one is giving me funny looks, no one is bothering me, the dogs are passed out on the floor. I look out the window to see an empty street. It's just me and my music. The enviroment is so beautiful. The sound of the cello is vibrant and colorful yet low, peaceful. I absolutely love it. This is what makes my summer nights mean anything.

♥Kay♥

Bad Kids by Lady Gaga

We don't care what people say, we know the truth
Enough is enough of this horse shit
I am not a freak, I was born with my freedom.
Don't tell me I'm less than my freedom.

I'm a bitch, I'm a loser baby maybe I should quit
I'm a jerk, wish I had the money but I can't find work
I'm a brat, I'm a selfish punk, I really should be smacked
My parents tried until they got divorced 'cuz I ruined their lives

[Chorus]
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I'm a bad kid, don't know wrong from right
I'm a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right
(This is my life)

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
(Don't be insecure)

I'm a twit, degenerate young rebel and I'm proud of it
Pump your fist if you would rather mess up than put up with this
I'm a nerd, I chew gum and smoke in your face, I'm absurd
I'm so bad and I don't give a damn, I love it when you're mad
When you're mad, when you're mad.

[Chorus]
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I'm a bad kid, don't know wrong from right
I'm a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right
(This is my life)

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
(Don't be insecure)

I'm not that typical baby
I'm a bad kid like my mom and dad made me
I'm not that cool and you hate me
I'm a bad kid, that's the way that they made me

I'm a bad kid I'm disastrous
Give me your money or I'll hold my breath
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby

TheEndOfTheNight

I'm working on writing a song and could use some constructive
criticism. Help?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbLfUgogUH0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Quote

This quote really hit me and I agree with it. 100%. This was said by Ice-T in his book "Ice". Part 7, Chapter 15, page 213. He was talking about the loss of emotion in hip-hop.

"But as a G, being emotionally invested in something I had a hand in creating, I want the art form to stay lyrical, relevant, and talent-based. I admire the skills of the DJ, the skills of the breakdancer, the skills of the MC. When I hear artists saying, "Yo, I just want to get paper," that pisses me off. When you say you don't really give a shit, and you just want to get on the radio, then you're pop to me. And pop has always been my enemy."

<3

Gingerbread Coffin

we found an old doll that was out in the grass
she has special powers, we said a black mass
we sat in a circle, all holding hands
the doll bed held together with old rubberbands

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

we look down at the ground
and into her eyes
passed around an old teacup
filled up with dead flies

surprise, surprise

were brought but not used
a collection of knives
we'll remember this moment
for all of our lives

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
its a flickering beautiful sight
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise to the night.

Living My Life In The Summer

I just realized I should update this for future reference. In case I ever wondered what was going on at this point in my life. I'll do it in list form.
Yesterday, I recieved my Rasputina folio, How We Quit The Forest.
Today, Gunnar knocked down my cello and kicked it out of tune. That little brat.
I'm currently digesting Subway.
Hmmm...colorguard is going well.
I have 4 days of Driver's Ed left and 2 days of Behind the Wheel.
Night surgeon is playing in the background as I type this.
I have a headache.
The second weekend in August (Sunday & Monday) are my Rasputina concerts that I plan on attending.
Fossil Ridge Fiber Arts is slowly gaining popularity. My mom and I are pleased.
The song has changed to Chase The Morning<3

I thiiiink that's about it. Cello is the most amazing instrument and I'm so happy and proud to have the ability to learn it. It's exciting. :)
Have a good one!