WEIRDO.

  1. 31 Jan


    One Skeleton

    NEW SONG WOO. This’ll probably be the last thing I’ll record before I get a more high quality microphone, so stay tuned for that.
    This is adapted from a poem by the same name that I wrote a few weeks ago, although it didn’t rhyme, so I had to change almost everything around. ANYWAY. Enjoy (:

     

  2. 15 Jan


    This is stream of consciousness song #2. It’s been forever since I uploaded the first one. There’s a hella loud noise in the background (from my crappy laptop, oops) so the quality is less than great. Also, I really have no idea what’s going on with this one (but I guess that’s kind of the point, right?). ANYWAY: ENJOY.

     

  3. 7 Jan


    Here’s a video of me singing a new(ish) song of mine called You’re Better. WOO.

    (Fast forward to the end if you want to hear me sound like a dying pelican.)

     

  4. 6 Feb


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  5. 31 Dec



    Swinging Door

    You’re not new.

    I know you too well
    for you to be.

    When you shut the door,
    I knew I wouldn’t get away with it.
    Not that time.

    Then, when you came back,
    you wanted me to think
    it wasn’t you.

    But I knew it was.
    I still do.

    It still hurts.

    Because even though I want to
    forget,
    I can’t.

    You thought, maybe
    if you shut the door,
    I would forget.

    But you’re the same, and I
    know I’ve changed.

    I know,

    You’re not new.

     

  6. 29 Dec



    To be Six

    Did you like me

    ten years ago,

    six,

    or two?

    I know you did.

    I know you felt something.

    There were sunburns and

    car rides, then

    there were orange leaves

    and movies

    and snow.

    So I know you felt

    something.

    Enough for you to want

    to share all that

    with me.

    I don’t think I’ve

    changed

    since then.

    Not very much

    at all.

    So

    why?

    Have you changed

    or

    was I wrong

    all along?

     

  7. 16 Dec



    She Takes Wing

    Told to sit

    To stop

    To stare

    She is captivated

    By the insisting manner

    Of those who regard themselves

    As powerful.

    Never leaving

    Not allowed

    To be who she will be

    Kept in a cage of insecurities

    That envelopes her

    Like white-hot flame.

    Being ‘good’ is not her specialty

    Rather to run

    To think of happier days

    To swim in the magnificence of yesterday

    And hope that it will come again.

    She will sit

    Will stop

    Will stare

    Until the day

    That the cage is opened

    And she flies, with wings spread

    Toward the sun.

     

  8. 11 Dec


    Posting this a second time, because I FEEL LIKE IT. Finished it yesterday, yay(:

     

  9. 10 Dec


    Gollygeegosh I can’t seem to stop, can I? :P (This one’s called We Go Down)

     

  10. 3 Dec


    Another song that I wrote/recorded on Garage Band with loops. Kind of short, but y’know…