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Stupidity

Lost without a map, stuck within this trap

I call my mind, I swear I’m fine, I lied

The voices are so loud, I cannot hear a sound

I have no compass to direct me, this disease continues to infect me

Why did life select me, was this fate or simply

Stupidity.

Crossfire

YOU fed the demon

YOU outstretched YOUR arm

and there rested upon YOUR hand

were the words YOU had never said

fresh meat to feed the beast

which i struggled to starve

and YOU were well aware

that it had crept beneath my sheets

and crawled into my mind

what did YOU hope to find within my pain

YOUR gain?

and what brought YOU to align

YOUR burdens with mine

YOU crossed the line

and now YOU stand in no mans land

between my body and my brain

do not bother to apologize

YOU chose YOUR side

now i will defend mine

from YOUR demons that remain

Marked

Throughout my body

Numbness lingers

As I retrace the marks

Left by your fingers

They remind me of a time

I wish not to speak of

When bruises would measure

The extent of his love

A point in my life where

My future was bleak

Because under his hands

I was fragile and weak

However, it seems

When you leave them

I feel –

I feel like these bruises

Prove that I’m real

You left them in lust

Marks in anger he made

I’ll be scarred forever

Even after they fade

Hell Bound

If secrets are for sinners

Then send me straight to hell

They say the truth can hurt

So I guess I might as well

Join the alcoholics

And pour myself a drink

Life is always easier

When you don’t have to think

About tomorrow

Or the days within the past

Empty the bottles baby

So this innocence can last

Alternate Endings

In those mere moments she envisioned her immediate death. She could see the car speeding down the dead end street, she could hear the piercing sounds of sheet metal colliding with concrete, she could feel the chill overcoming her body, and then it went dark. Her eyes fluttered open and as she weighed her right foot down on the break pedal her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. As much as she wanted her pain to stop, she could not bare inflicting pain on the people in her life. It was as if her mind kept rewriting alternate endings to her novel, and the people surrounding her kept it from being published.

In order to move forward, we must remember where we began. Most of us can remember starting elementary school not knowing how to write a proper sentence. We remember our first time playing soccer and how difficult it was to run and kick the ball simultaneously. However, through years of practice, we not only learned how to write sentences and score goals, we learned that for every moment of dedication and determination there came a moment of achievement and success.

All bias aside, Green and Gold have accomplished more than most of us could have ever imagined.

What started as the downfall of one band, led to the beginning of another, and ended off with something even better. Although members have changed, instruments have been added, and songs have been rewritten, their energy and commitment has expanded way beyond expectation. Sharing the stage with bands such as Hey Rosetta!, Mayhemmingways, Wintersleep and more, Green and Gold have outdone what they set out to do.

Recently the band has acquired not 1, but 5 of The Overcast’s “Best of” awards, including “[The Band] Most Deserving of a Serious Record Deal.” After attracting serious attention after their first album, “The Body Knows” in October of last year, and witnessing their fans’ reactions over the performance of a new song, expectations are set high for what the band has planned for the future.

The members of Green and Gold have transformed dreams into reality. Music has been recorded, new instruments have been learned, relationships have strengthened and well, now members are about to embark on their third tour in less than a year.

As a critic, a fan, a friend, and part of the family, I wish all the best to Green and Gold on their tour, and throughout their future. They have taught me quite a lot in the past two years, but the most valuable lesson I learned was to accept things as they are, for real friends will support you through it all.

If you’re trying to find me at the show tomorrow night, I’ll be in the front row, singing my heart out for what may be the last time.

What is the point?

I work a minimum wage, retail job.
I work this job to pay for my car, so I can get to work.
I work at this job so I can pay for school, so that later in life I can get a higher paying job.
And I’ll work at that job so I can pay for not only my car to get to work, but also a roof to cover my head.

Work and school are a part of the life I was brought into.
A social norm set in the suburbs.

A place where everyone is raised to do the same thing.
To mow their lawns and dust their material objects and wash their cars every Saturday.
To spend Sunday mornings in church, and their afternoons sitting around a table of food with other people born into these social norms.
Working Monday to Friday so they can afford the things that they have been taught are necessary to have.
Filling spare time with hobbies, music, sports, sex… cheap entertainment with immediate satisfaction.

And they continue to strive for this lifestyle until they are old enough to retire from their job and basically spend all their final years enjoying themselves with the hobbies they tried to fit into their routine schedules.

They collect memories, feel the difference between joy and pain, learn lessons, make mistakes, and do what they are taught is the acceptable way of living.

But is it really living? Does anything they do really count as a well spent life? And who defines what is well spent and what is not. Is it their education? The amount of money they make? The people they create relationships with?

What is the whole point? What is their purpose?

Why put themselves through stress, worry, frustration, and pain only to receive little satisfaction or happiness in the end?

They give and give and give their strength and sweat and energy into living these stereotypical lives.

Sure maybe they found some form of inner contentment through having children, or touring their music, or having more money than their neighbor. But it doesn’t last. Soon their children are stressing them out, or their music becomes boring or they find themselves alone with their money.

And then what was the point of working towards it? If it can slip from your hands as fast as you reach to hold on to it, then why bother?

I don’t see the point.

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