Tracking some of that guitar 🎸🎸👌 (Taken with instagram)

Tracking some of that guitar 🎸🎸👌 (Taken with instagram)
a video i made for my girl
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i’ve been here before,
or at least i thought i had
But the memories i had of this place
didn’t shine quite as bright
or as true as it does now
I go over and over in my head the circumstances
that brought me to you
and not a lot of it makes sense
I don’t know where I began on this journey
I don’t remember the right turns
or the left turns I took
but what I do remember is getting lost
over and over again
having to go back to find my way
to go the right direction
and I had a constant ringing in my head
A broken song, or a broken melody
a broken sound
It wasn’t until now that i realized it was
our song, and our melody
our sound
The beauty of it, excitingly too loud at times
quiet when it needs to be
faster here
slower there
and sometimes not even loud enough
This is where I found My journey,
This is where I found my song
this place where we are
this place where we’re going
I don’t’ know when where or how we’ll reach that place
but the journey serves more the purpose than anything else
Such a beautiful a song we have
a wonderful chorus of agonizing hope
and everlasting fear
a single melody that speaks to me more than the earth itself
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Post-prom (Taken with instagram)
Website Deisgn
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For the next week I’ll be pouring myself into some html coding, graphic design, and website layout design for my band’s website.
It’s been a long time since i’ve done something like this
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Learn how to use Flash
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Tonight I watched a ton of videos on how to work flash and make simple animations, they didn’t come out very well but I really enjoyed making simple animations like a bunny hopping across the screen. This is something I’ve really been wanting to get into for a while now, and I feel really accomplished finally getting to understand the basics of how it works. Hopefully I can get real good at this and make some kind of mini animated cartoon or something :]
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Start Writing Poetry
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It’s not where land meets sea
That intrigues me
Or where Sky meets earth
That I desire
But rather,
Where ordinary meets extraordinary
And becomes memorable,
Even legendaryÂ
Where birds first fly
Where a lion first roars
Where babies first cry
And children first walkÂ
Where should I run?
To get there?
I can’t climb mountains
I can’t swim oceans
But I’ll take one hill at a time
And I’ll cross one stream at a timeÂ
Until I reach that place
Until I’ve reached that place
That for the month of May, I’m going to do something creative everyday.
I feel as if my life has entered a machine-like state of repetition, structure, and familiarity. Everyday is just a repeat of the day or the week before. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but I find myself having less and less time to do some of the things I love doing. So I’ve made a commitment to myself to do something creative everyday for the next 31 days. This will include, writing, pictures, videos, short films, music, painting, drawing, ANYthing that will force me out of this daily routine i’ve developed.
I’m really excited to get this started and I’ll be sure to post pictures, videos, or something up everyday to let you know how well i’m doing
My first creative endeavor will be poetry.
Not something I find easy to do, so it should be challenge enough.
I’ll post what I come up with tonightÂ
From top to bottom you’ve covered your walls with unnecessary things.
You’ve covered it with doubt
With insecurity
With hate
With selfishness
With pride
With heartache
With brokenness
With forgotten dreams
With empty promises
With chances you should’ve taken
With regrets
With what-ifs
With loneliness
With bad memories
With trust issues
With depression
With words unspoken
With words left unsaid
With fear
Stop.
Paint your walls white and start again
This is not who you were meant to be.
I climbed the tree and saw the world.
I saw the reflected sun on the ocean’s face
and the snow topped mountains peaking high in the sky
I climbed the tree and saw the world.
I saw man fight man, and beast kill beastÂ
I saw humanity cry and fall on it’s knees
I climbed the tree and saw the world.
I saw love found the lost, and the lost find love
I saw the heart of man, so cold, so dark
I climbed the tree and saw the world.
I watched as blame was cast upon
the righteous man, and the wicked walked
I climbed the tree and saw the world.
I saw my fate as a mortal man
I saw my fate as a mortal man
I burned the tree that showed me the world
What is begun as a poem must end in a change
What is started as words must end in rebirth
What is finished by ink must begin with inspiration
What is completed with a book must be created with a dream
What is traveled as a journey
Must be spent like a lesson
What is sung as a song
Must be heard as emotion
What I began by reading,Â
I must finish by acting
Why are you asleep?
What makes you want to throw yourself into this numb dreamworld you fell in love with?
This isn’t you.
This isn’t you.
Wake up.
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