#WriteFree365 – Day 314: Rocket Man (I Think It’s Gonna Be A Long, Long Time)

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(Iconic song from an iconic artist.  The lyrics are truly, truly amazing.  Day 314….)

It’s lonely out in space, on such a timeless flight…

If it’s lonely at the top,
Then what does it feel like past the atmosphere?
The purgatory between Earth and God
The nothingness
The indecision
Leaves me wanting to choose
Yet choosing would leave me yearning for what was left behind or above

Maybe that’s why we believe there’s life out here
But have only stumbled across soulless bodies
Floating aimlessly.
Maybe shooting stars are souls that haven’t burned out
And we wish on them
For them
For us
When it’s our time for flight
We reach our destination
Or return home.

#WriteFree365 – Day 260: Sad Songs (Say So Much)

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(This is the beginning of something that I’m sure I’ll polish later.  Day 260…)

Turn them on.  Turn them on.  Turn on those sad songs…

I’m not sad.
I’m not crying through my pen
But here I am
Reveling in a medley of tears
Wondering why I love being caught in the rain
I’ve stopped carrying an umbrella years ago

I’m not enjoying their pain
I’m enjoying how even pain is beautiful.
I can hear the needle stitching their skin
Tattoos are amazing
But tattoos are still wounds
We…brand our skin
Because sometimes it hurts to write
But it’s a necessary pain
Maybe that’s why

#WriteFree365 – Day 109: Sad Songs (Say So Much)

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(Elton John has been vital to how music and songs are made.  This song, for some reason, jumped out at me.  I decided to flip the message. I pulled from a place I’m not currently in.  This is a skill I’ve been trying to harness.  Day 109…)

When all hope is gone, why don’t you tune in and turn them on?

Avoid the radio.
Turn your frown upside-down.
Let your smile be your umbrella.
The truth is
The second adage is false hope
Rotating the parasol to match your grin
Only catches the downpour of tears.

Your smile doesn’t protect you from the rain
Your frown doesn’t shelter you from the storm
Getting caught in the rain is necessary

We need to be reminded that as uncomfortable as showers may be
We’re still alive
Drenched and upset
But alive
Tears will dry
That music we hear that causes our spirits to flood
That no artificial countenance can shield us from
Will yield to the instrumental of the heart.

Listen to your heartbreak
It’s telling you that you’re hurt
Not dead.
Fractured yet able to heal
If you let yourself feel the rain
All flood waters recede
And all music has an ending.