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

The oldest song

I've been wondering about the lyrics to my oldest song, wondering how to write them. I keep on listening to songs for inspiration. Those lyrics move me in a way nothing else could then I wonder; can I truly write something as compelling and perfect as this?

I think I can.

I know what I want to say. I dedicated it to my best friend long before I could even play the guitar vaguely well, I think this song is the reason why I'm so determined to improve my guitar work, amazing, without this song I would not be playing guitar today.

Yet it remains incomplete.

I'm getting to the point where there isn't any excuse but to not finish it, after all I now own an electric guitar and I have the musical based means to finish the song. The only reason I don't finish it is for fear of my lyrics not being particularly impressive.

I won't know unless I try ay? :)

-Joey

My loneliness

Then nothing.

Now I'm not sure what I'm to do.

I drew for hours on end,

cast bold colours in reckless strikes.

Formed shapeless anger,

I formed words to paper.

One word read;

why?

I moved on to my music.

The chords formed

and minors rung true.

I ended up singing one song over

and over,

to no relief.

Loneliness still stalked me.

I took my poison

and hoped for the best.

But the worst came true,

my mind wouldn't shake this thing.

I tried to walk it off,

I trod in the amber light of night.

My music swimming around my head,

it swam in the wrong direction.

Seems I can't shake this notion.

Desperate.

I ran.

Jumped on through,

avoiding trees and bushes,

just running to nothing,

for nothing;

nothing but to clear my mind.

A numb thud rung through,

I spun through the air.

Cast to the cold ground,

confused.

staring up,

my jaw left hurting,

"Fucking tree".

My confused mind thought of only one thing,

something I've been trying to run from.

The same thing that has been with me all along.

My loneliness.

I lay motionless,

staring to the sky,

nothing by my side.

Lost to the beauty of the day.

I only wish that I didn't have to face it alone.

Something that wont be

I awoke to a sun half covered by a white blanket, its light sept through, and the blue that broke through, it made peace with every callous sight that witnessed its wonder. I store on out from my warm home, through a window pane split to four by pure white plastic, the look was deemed fashionable.

I looked and wondered about you and thought, is she at work at the moment or Is she at home? Should I call around tonight or should I leave my thoughts to an assuming mind? I look and think too often, I never act on impulse. So an eve passes and I'm back home, looking out from my window.

I looked on out down, towards your house, past the green fence and towards the conservatory windows. They were lit bold by cream covered blinds, French by design. I store right on through and wondered, thought about who lay behind them. Your mother and father watching something on TV, you sat faraway, cast in the dim blue of your computer screen, playing some game, just doing anything to take your mind away from the trivialities of the real world. Wondering about him, perhaps stealing an odd thought about me? Maybe I'm not in your mind at all, maybe it's just you escaping from everything through a false reality.

But how I do remember how you were.I heard your dry wit and strength, how you hid behind it. Your mind opened and I caught a glimpse; underneath you are as fragile as every girl that I've met. Beneath all of that intelligence and layers of obvious individuality, you were just a girl lost by life. so I wonder almost every day about you. But I walk by and keep on walking, wondering about you.

-Joey