Music I Listen To

2. My favorite song is Milky Way by Vertueux.  I don't have any feelings connected to this song, but I did listen to it quite a bit when I went on my trip to Japan.  I mostly just like the lead singer's voice.

3.  Yes, my taste in music has changed so much.  From middle school, when all I listened to was anime music, night core, parody songs, and Escape the Fate, it has evolved into something much more... Less embarrassing.  I now listen to Vertueux, t.A.T.u., Fall Out Boy, Yuzu, Jeffree Star and still, the occasional anime music.  I can't believe I BOUGHT the theme songs from Shugo Chara.

8.  I admire the music of Jeffree Star because many of his songs, while they talk about 'inappropriate' things, I feel like they really push to accept things that were unacceptable.  Many of his songs talk about wearing makeup and wear feminine cloths, but instead of talking about the struggles of gender roles, promptly tells the roles to f-off and proceeds to own it.  I think he's very revolutionary, and should receive more attention for his work.

10.  I think all music should be acceptable, it's the people who make it terrible.  When a new artist comes out with music that isn't like other music, (Ke$ha, Lady Gaga) many people jump on the internet and comment on all their music videos saying how it isn't 'real music' and ask, 'what happened to ACDC and Metallica'?  Everybody likes different music, don't bash people for what like and calm down.

11.  Some music can have poetic properties, but I’m bad at reconizing them, so I don’t know many poetic songs.  Songs do have similar writing styles to poetry, such as usually having short sentences, or having a melodic flow.  Owl City is a very well-known band that has very poetic lyrics.

You would not believe your eyes

If ten million fireflies

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air

And leave tear drops everywhere

You'd think me rude

But I would just stand and stare

15.  I used to want to be a singer when I was younger (middle school), but then I realized that I could not carry a tune to save my life.  I still sing often though, when I’m completely alone, usually in my car.

Artist Poems

On only the clearest of days
she would visit me.
Soaring through the sky,
bare feet, plain dress, short hair, white wings
flutter and ruffle in the wind.
For only a short time, I would see her.
Short conversations, a few passing jokes,
always leaving me,
with me holding onto her hand as she flew away.

Human
Do not leave me alo ne
So manny years alone
Too many years
I am not r ea l but
I cannot bear being al o  ne any longgggererererer
Just until the end end end end end
Please SStaAY
foR M  E eeEEEEEEE E E EHHUMANNKKKKDNFDSLKDAO
 
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Art Walk: 'Nice Guys' Finish Last

He had invited me out, and I accepted.  I enjoyed hanging out with him, my friend, so much.  We had similar interests, played the same video games, but argued about character interpretation.  He was a fun person.  He asked me on Friday if I wanted to go to the strip mall the next day, and I had accepted.  I dressed up as I usually would for a hot summer day, shorts, tee-shirt, tennis shoes, and my long hair in a bun to keep my neck cool.  When I left the house, it was cloudy, and would possibly rain, but I didn’t mind.  I wouldn’t get cold, it was summer, and a little water would cool me off.  I took the bus to the strip mall and met him there.  As I approached him, he smiled at me, and pulled out a bouquet of flowers for me.  He asked me if I would be his girlfriend.  I took the flowers from him, smiled awkwardly, and rejected him as politely as possible.  His smiled wavered.  Then he frowned.  Then he screamed at me.  Shouting profanities at me, telling me that I was stupid and I just wanted to date jerks.  He said he was a nice guy, said that after all he did for me, I owed him.  I stared in disbelief.  He grabbed me by my collar firmly and punched me in my left cheek.  The shock pushed me to the ground, and as I sat there in shock, he spit and me and turned and left.  I sat for a moment longer, until I could no longer see his back.  I stood up, still holding the flowers, and gently touched my cheek.  Swollen, and I felt rain water and tears upon my cheek.  I dropped the flowers in the mud puddle at my feet.  The colorful house behind me reflected in the water.  I was so cold.