A Bed of Songs & Stories

"Promise Me" - The Cover Girls I went for a walk this evening. I figured that before I leave this quaint little neighborhood of mine I owe it a proper goodbye. I plugged in my headset and pressed play. I let the music accompany me and reminisced about the things that took place on these very blocks worlds ago. I passed by houses that used to be homes of friends long gone. I remembered playing "paradise" over a short tree with big palm leaves and the bush that smelled of popcorn. I remembered the bullies next door and not being afraid to flick them off. I passed by a home that once belonged to a kind family who made spaghetti sauce with real, big chunks of tomato and the "haunted" house that looked so rundown, but held up even through the toughest storms. I went around my own block at least twice and was surprised to see that most of the front doors were left open, including our own, revealing only the screen door. With a quick glimpse, I was able to take i...

"Let's Go" - Calvin Harris feat. NeYo The moment is mine for the taking. I could sit here on my hands or get up and reach for what I want even if it means jumping higher than I thought I could ever jump. I fought my way up for others, it's about time for me to fight for me. So what if I expected a cheerleading squad and no one showed up? So what if this opportunity is not yet set in stone? So what if a battle exists in my head with what could be vs. what has always been? The could is what makes it good. I feel it in my bones that I'm making the right decision and I've waited too long to let it slip through my fingers because things aren't moving at a pace I can easily follow and because it's not the path I'm supposed to take. How do I know for sure if I keep playing it safe? I can't let my emotions scare me into thinking I'm taking a giant leap of faith only to end up flat on my ass. I've fallen before. Many times. It hurts for a whil...

"Hell on Heels" - Pistol Annies The minute it starts I think of tumbleweeds. Dust blowin' around in a small western town with the sun barely setting against the horizon. The smell of horses and cheap booze filling the air. A fast-paced piano inside a crowded saloon mixing in with the flirtatious laughter of ladies dressed in their finest ready to woo drunk men for all of their money. The loud clang of cheering glasses meeting their fate as they crash down hard, one by one onto the floor along with their senseless drinkers. A messy spill of scruffy, beaten-down cowboys seeping their sorrows into the wooden panel boards. The ash from the cigar and the stale, dried out ale stains decorating the counter tops. The weak sunlight peering through the scattered bullet holes of the swinging doors. The cracked and faded sign hanging from the rusted metal bar above it ironically reading, "Welcome" as they walk in. A vixen. A hot-head. And the girl next door. Lyrics: I...

"I'm Not Sorry" - Morrissey People say I should just let it go. Don't blog about it because they'll know. I'm over it. Long, long gone and far from it. Regardless if at one point, I forgave it. It doesn't matter now so forget it. Pretend like it doesn't bother me so shake it off and look passed it. Bulldoze it to the ground and never uncover it. Time and common sense heals heartbreaks so it seems like it makes no sense to mentally try to rewind back to it. Just keep going, going, going... But I'm not hanging onto it. I'm not hurting from it. I don't even resent them for taking so much of my time with it. At least not anymore. Things come and go. People come and go. You take it for what it is and it's ok to let it be and say, "Hello" every once and a while quietly. So, sometimes I stop and allow myself to be human again. I hide in my own late night shell to revisit the past knowing that I don't need to bus...

"It Might Be You" - Stephen Bishop It's like having to pee really, really badly and then finally peeing. It's like flipping through the channels only to find a good movie you haven't seen in a long time right at your favorite scene. It's like singing a rare song and having someone sing along with you knowing they know it as good as you do and smiling because you're singing it together. It's like having enough cream and sugar in your coffee on the first try. It's like satisfying a craving you've had forever and getting to enjoy it one bite at a time. It's like finishing a project you almost gave up on and doing a damn good job for everyone to notice. It's like stepping into a new environment and getting a chance to explore something you never thought you'd see. It's like falling in love with something you used to fear because it's actually pretty awesome. It's like getting a gift and having it be something you've alwa...

"Silent Lucidity" - Queensryche Early this morning a good friend of mine shared a sad story. It started with a picture of a couple. On the left was a petite and slender woman with long, white hair that glistened with her smile. Her soft, sky-blue knitted sweater gave off a subtle glow, bringing out a kindness in her eyes I knew reflected who she was even though I never had the pleasure of meeting her. She looked happy and sad at the same time. Happy that the man by her side held her tightly; a good man whose protective embrace carefully watched over her to ensure she stood just as tall and strong as he did. A jolly man who for a glimpse you would mistaken for Santa because he looked so fulfilled. It only took a few minutes to see passed her face because the sadness came from the frail state of her stance. The pink hues within her pupils and traced alongside the stretched lines of her skin suggested she cried a lot for a lot of reasons, but I didn't know as to what...

"Ready for Love" - Indie Arie My nails are way too long for this right now. They're getting stuck in the keyboard and I'm finding it quite difficult not to make noise as I carefully tap on the keys. My eyes itch, red from the contacts that I may need to change sooner than its month-long lifeline. I have my wet hair wrapped up in a quick-dry towel and can feel the throbbing of my feet after a long, productive and very amazing week. I sit back and reflect as I try to get comfortable on a chair that I used to consider my place of peace during so many sleepless nights. I breathe in deeply to take in all that's been laid out in front me and even the things that have been taken away. Then slowly, I breathe out. There are few distinct moments that put me at ease. They come at me unexpectedly and often at times and places one would never think they would come. This time it was a holiday morning and the place? A busy, popular restaurant that was filling up fast. This song...

"One More Try" - Timmy T, "Lost in Love" - New Edition, "Pretty Brown Eyes" - Mint Condition, Masterpiece - Atlantic Starr, & "Years from Here" - 4PM I know I've been shortcutting my way through this and by the look of my blog count within the last 6 months, I'm obviously not getting any better. I tried to blame Playlist (though they play a crucial role) and I even tried blaming the fact that I'm too "happy" to blog. Truth is, I'm blowing it off because I'm actually sleeping at night. Sometimes I find myself falling asleep in front of this computer or thinking about blogging and then falling asleep before I turn it on. So, to keep my promise I would put something up so that I could simply keep this thing going. I checked in at least once every other day, grabbed onto a song, video or both and made sure to date it within 7-days so that I don't let too much time pass from each entry. But I don't want to pos...