Silent words

There's something in the air,

muted electricity spins in the breeze.

Thinking fast, thoughts revolve,

time is lost

to the bitter-sweet workings of the mind.

Notions felt honest, it's true,

I saw something change in your gaze that night.

A rosier hue shines,

glistens, echoes through my mind.

But our smiles stutter in a silent conviction.

So why should it be so difficult to speak?

When all the words I need

are spinning thoughts waiting to be uttered.

I've written a thousand pages of thoughts for you,

they're all spoken through my face,

my expressions tell only truths;

Seems without needing to speak,

You've read them all.

So today words may seem hard to find,

but tomorrow;

I see its only shroud shine

in the excitement of something worth shouting about,

in someone worth living to hold.

I want reach out and grasp;

but for the time it would take me to reach

the World may have changed forever.

So let the World change,

Time can only bring me closer to you.

Swimming in the Sun

Drove on by schools of smiling faces,

walking in a weaving linear streak,

dressed in vibrancy,

smiling in the sun.

Their bare legs and chests blessed,

welcomed by the warmth of a breeze as I drove on by.

Parked by surfboards and ice creams stands,

colourful words stained to signs.

Wound down closed windows to

the enticing smell of burgers

lingering, swirling through the salty air.

Sat and stared out to open blue

with wispy streaks

chalked to the sky by a winds slow hand.

Watched as they skipped on through,

the yellow sands contoured

to the patting of small feet

leaving a trail of cheery laughs as they pass by.

Naive and carefree,

young and excited.

Chasing eachother between pitched tents,

leaping, daringly over sore bodies left in the sun.

Twisting, darting between walking pairs;

their perfect serenity broken

by the electricity of being young.

Following the waters glistening edge,

walk a silver haired couple,

hands linked tightly, swinging in the breeze.

Opposite hands close to mouths grip chilled vanilla,

smiling tongues lick in a dignified, reserved manner

as slow steps followed the swelling of a turning tide.

Splash! Towards the distance

playing in the gentle waves,

a dozen boys thrash up shining,

malleable pearls toward one another.

Diving, breaking through the rippling glass.

A scattering of swashed white,

flashed, as stretched bodies disappeared below.

Tap tap, the tapping of an eager foot,

Her bouncing leg on carpet itching to join in.

I turned my head to her,

smirking with my crooked smile

and spoke with muted excitement

"So, what are you waiting for?"

Words

I often turn to words when the mind is left to wander. Often they show different sides to me, sometimes sides lost to mist. Other times, sides absorbed in the notion of someone; but all are of emotion. All are honest to my heart. I'm often told that my words affect people, they make them think or feel and that: "I should never stop writing"...

Strange then it seems; I haven't written anything meaningful in the longest time. Have I placed my emotions all to ink and paper? I think that I've barely even drafted them.

It seems rather than running out of emotions to talk about that I've succumb to 'expectations' instead. It saddens me to admit it; I no longer feel that I can write my heart to the page anymore. No longer can I express anything but the trivialities my day, often pointless words with a 'symbolic smile' in the form of ':D' pasted afterwards. Seems I have joined the crowd "All in uniform? Fall in line." ...And I hate that. Maybe I should quote a film or some lyric from a film and palm it off as something witty and original? Maybe...

Or maybe I should stop caring about what people think? Perhaps. Just a shame then, It wouldn't be so difficult if these weren't the very people I care most about. Seems I'll wait instead; one day my hand will write again, one day.

Joey

Music

It was today after more messing about that I realised anyone could write a half decent catchy song; heck I've been playing since December and I have the ability to write some really nice sounding stuff. All you need is a simple melody to get you started.

There's a particular favourite chord progression I've been following lately and it is made up of just three simple chords (A, B, G, A). Like the song 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol, its brilliance lies in its simplicity; well that and the overall brilliant lyrics! The two go hand in hand.

So to start simple is always a good idea, riff writing isn't hard, it's the rest of the arrangement that takes time. I often start with the bass notes to make the initial melody and have it loop over and over while I find high notes often on the bottom strings (G, B, e). I create a repeating plucked riff to follow the bass melody, often made up of the same notes as the bass-line, it's never complicated, it's just something to further accent the bass riff (use Chasing Cars for a reference point).

It's at this point where things start to get interesting. You basically have the makings of a really cool riff going on. I tend to mess around with guitar distortion or maybe a high end solo piece, once again nothing complicated, 'cause well I'm not that good! But anything you can play, as long as it follows the 'root notes' will add something to the riff.

I have had a lot of fun just messing about with ideas and adding extra bits to the melody. It is really great practise too, it really gets you using the whole the guitar too. So for me; it's a really brilliant way to improve your guitar work if like me you've not been playing for long.

Joey