No More

No more pain
No more cries
No more hate
And no more lies
No more looking in her eyes
No more life
No more life

I Love Bad Singers

I Love Bad Singers. Seriously, I do. They always provide some sort of entertainment.

Here’s what I’m getting at. Bad singers always have five very important traits that amuse me beyond anything else:

1. They’re always out of tune

Yes, I know, this is an obvious one, but hilarious none the less. I love how some people can’t carry a pitch. This can range anywhere from slightly annoying, to ear-bleeding, but either way, it’s side-splitting.

2. They’re always at least twice as loud as everybody else

When you’re in a crowd full of people, it’s always easy to pick out the bad singers. Not because they stick out due to their lack of talent, but because they’re at least twice as loud as the next loudest person. Not only while they’re singing, but also in their speech. It seems that, right along with tone-deafness comes a hearing disorder, because these people tend to not know how to control their volume.

3. They can’t even sustain a poor note

Yes, I know this tends to be intentional, but bad singers always use too much vibrato, pitch fluctuation, and other vocal manipulations that are annoying with people that can pull them off, let alone someone who is fluctuating between two bad pitches.

4. They aren’t aware of their vocal range

I’ve never heard a bad singer who didn’t try to consistently sing above or below their comfortable vocal range. You always get the high, annoying ringing sound (and in males, people who sing everything in a falsetto), or the voices so low that their pitch only varies by a few cents from note to note, because they’re straining to go lower.

5. They always think that we want to hear them

Bad singers have too much self-confidence. There’s a reason you didn’t make it on American Idol, because you weren’t even good enough to be one of the bad singers who gets popular for singing badly. Your voice sucks. You carry pitch worse than my dog. Stop singing everywhere. I don’t want to hear it.

Unless I want a good laugh.

Todo List

Goals which I don’t plan on accomplishing, but write down anyway to make myself seem goal-oriented:

Learn Spanish

Learn French

Learn Lojban

Speak Lojban

Write a practical program in Piet

Write a practical program in whitespace

Update this site regularly

Scared To Say

One more day passes slowly
And another hour dies
I rest my head in my hands
And wait
Time stops
And I wonder why
I’m still alive

The empty room,
It’s silence broken
I look up and I smile
This dark, abandoned, lonely place
Is lighted by her eyes
She comes and sits down next to me
And asks when it will begin
I nudge her gently on the chin
And the screen lights
And picture fades
And the words across it say:Act One…

Storm clouds gather in the sky
A bloodied face
A crying eye
Wordless exchange from boy to girl
They turn away and leave
Their eyes in tears
Abandoned fears
For wanting what was theirs

Washed the cuts out from his cheek
He falls to the ground, his body weak
And holds his churning stomach tight
To keep from fading out
A short cry escapes his throat
As he pulls up to his feet
He sees his eyes in the mirror
And finds them hollowed
He turns around to see
An unfamiliar, smiling face
Who tells him to come along,
There’s no point why he should stay
So where he’s taken
Fears are shown
His limbs distended
His sadness grown

A downed path to destruction
Awaits him at the end
Where clutched along the path
His eyes roll back and limbs go slack

Intermission reads the glowing screen
Before it fades to black
I turn to her for a short and friendly chat

I didn’t expect to see you here

I thought it might be good

The critics had nothing good to say

But, hey, that’s Hollywood
Act Two…

Fade in a saddened poet
With a pen clutched in her hand
Another empty stanza
Gets thrown into the can

Fingers run along the paper
And she heaves another sigh
She just can’t seem to find the words
She lies down on her bed
And wonders where she went wrong
Was she too wrapped up in worry
To see where she belonged?

So she fades into a dream,
But is soon jolted awake
She looks outside her window
And the moonlight hits her face

She knows now what she really wants
As she pulls herself from bed
She throws on a coat
And makes her way to the doorThe buildup’s quite suspenseful
I find myself in awe

And the direction’s very artful
I wonder how it ends

Act Three…

The rain is pouring down now
The blood pours from his mouth
He opens up to scream
But no words are coming out

She comes across his lifeless body
And falls down to her knees
She drags him into shelter
And brushes out his hair
For one more breath he breathes,
And looks into her eyes
And as he fades away
They both begin to cryShe returns back to her home,
And soon withdrawals a knife
She plunges into her chest
And with her last breath whispers ?Why??

The lights fade up
The curtain’s drawn
We stand to leave the room

At the door we stop
We exchange one last embrace
Goodbyes are said
I wanted then to tell
Everything I felt
But instead I lost the nerve
Again
I say tomorrow will be different
I say I’ll tell her then
But I know it’ll be just like today
And I’ll hate myself again

Please Be Here Tomorrow

Warm hands clasped
Holding on for life
Lip trembling
Hands shaking
With a tear in her eyes

Not knowing what will happen to her in the end
Is that what did me in?

Forever wanting,
Never having
Always leaving words unsaid
Hoping tomorrow she won’t be dead

But I couldn’t tell her anything
Through the heart stuffed in my throat

How can I just forget her?
How can I never see her?

Not knowing what she’d say
I throw my life away

?I love you? is all it takes
To burn a bridge
So I say nothing

A handful of words
A fistful of lies
Will I be there the day she dies?

Holding her hands, and never letting go
She’s the world to me

I won’t let go

I can’t let go

I wake up and turn around,
I thought I heard a sound, thought I felt a breath

Healing hurts
My bleeding heart
Will it ever stop?

Tomorrow’s a new day,
But I still feel the same
I know I can end this confusion
With just three words
But I say nothing

I’d rather hurt alone not knowing
Than cry alone in pain

Everything I’ve ever known has been a lie to feed the truth
Love is nothing magical, it’s just a bleeding wound

I wish I could believe that
And end this all right now

But I still believe in love

I just wish it didn’t hurt

Three words is all I have to say
I wonder if she’ll stay

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