i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

=(

went to bed last night with a bad case of the sniffles and a ticklish feeling at the back of my throat

and today there's an all out storm in my gullet and my nose is gushing large amounts of unpleasant gunk.

yet i lugged myself to work today, and good thing too seeing i got to sub and got extra pay (harhar)

but i rocketed straight home afterward, showered and changed into comfortable jammies, took off my contacts and cooked myself a steamy bowl of instant noodles then fell asleep on the couch.

the last few days for me have been one of reflection, contemplation and self-appraisal.

and i think im coming out the better.

another milestone marked in my life.

and i hope i only get stronger with each fall.

my time has been more dedicated to my writing lately, specifically the writing of song lyrics, which has always been a passion.

i do love the short story, and hopefully will attempt a long one in the future,

but right now my true passion is the poem and the song.

i love playing with syntax, enjambment, meaning, exploring word placement, duality, symbolism, allusions and all that jazz.

i've written roughly 5-6 new sets of lyrics in the last three weeks,

some of which are very much in the rough, and will be kept for editing over the next two months and others are pretty much perfect in their virginity. to me at least, as the writer as long as im completely satisfied with what im writing (screw what you think hahaha)

with that on the rise,

i am simultaneously making headway with my teaching as i find plenty of time to observe the many teachers at the Y and the way they deal with children and the different circumstances that come up, from children that are inhumanely hyper, to children who are temperamental and attached, all in the same classrooms.

in a way, it makes me dream of holding court over my own little piece one day, and having children come in every morning to greet me with a hug and a kiss.

its being a mother without being a mother really.

i want to share my lyrics, but i fear posting them on here, so i think they'll remain filed away, until somebody comes along to flute them into a melody and string them into measures.

i wish i was a more well-rounded composer, but i really have enough to satisfy myself, and my lack of musical knowledge is complimented by a boyfriend who was born with a love for it, and also my personal appreciation more than makes up for my lack of skill =P heehee.

anyway, in regards to my lyrics, i've been experimenting with more genres this time,

especially in terms of the rhyming pattern.

the overwhelming majority of musical lyrics out there use an ABAB scheme, after all it sounds great and its easy to use so why not?

but indie lyrics have this great way of enjambing lines, enabling a discontinuous rhyming pattern to sound just as rhythmic, its kind of interesting but it all depends on the balance of the lines and the way you say the words, accompanied by music of course.

but since i write my lyrics without a melodic concept, i have to sound them out loud in my head and produce some kind of rhythm in the way they're strung together on its own.

im also moving away from completely emo lyrics, into lyrics that express a singular emotion, or a singular picture, but translated into something else.

an example of something that is emo are the lyrics featured in nick's video (that he used despite their emoness haha)

my latest attempt that im willing to openly share, (i'll go out on a limb here)

is something i wrote on the train to work,

its about..

a rhythm in my ears

compliments this perfect shade of blue

and little feet mix with well worn limbs

swaying toward another

bend

and straight on

guided by steel parallel stars

flanked by age.

darkness and light appear in flashes

amidst this perfect shade of blue

as little feet and well worn limbs

sway to a rhythm in my ears

a blur speeds by

and shadows flicker into colors of red

grey and blue

a trick of the light

a beautiful illusion

an overlooked part of the day

yap. its about going on the train to work.

hahahaha

anyway, its still in the rough but it could do well with melody with just a bit more tweaking in the way the lines separate.

the repetition has no pattern, the only pattern really being that it is repeated. =/

=)

i also hope someone caught the Peter Pan-esque allusion in there. heehee

feedback is very welcome, and so is encouragement.

muchlove!