Poison Ivy's Songbook
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We've all had that moment, Where the only thing that understands us is the music, The melody in our hearts that speak the words that we are too scared to tell, Afraid, Scared to tell the world who we are. It's lovely, Isn't it? The soft sound of the piano, The Beauty of a guitar, and The feeling that it's okay to be who we are. It gives us hope when everyone else leaves, and it gives us a perfect peace that can't be disturbed.
This is a collection of my songs I've written. I'm a former songwriter and plan on making a career out of music. Thank you for reading my songs, and I hope you enjoy! 💖💖
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Escape
Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.Concluida
LOVE IS GONE
I was on the outside of the mansion then I heard moans and groans not too far away from here... So I went on the dark corner on the house were there was no people in there And there i saw...... Kai and jennie were making out My jaw dropped my lips were trembling...my legs became so weak by trembling "Kai...it feels so good! I'm gonna cum" jennie said My hands were shaking then I bit my lips trying not to sob Then I stepped backward I suddely finding myself sitting on the ground and my hands were on the groumd Then I tried to step my hands backward to them like I was on the horror movie I was hardly breathing Then jennie and kai suddenly distracted by me Then jennie's mouth went wide kai's eyes were widen Then they fixed their selves I can't speak a single words there was no words coming out in my mouth Kai was about to approach me when jennie stopped him "No,kai....please you need to go.... I will follow you later...let me be the one to tell the truth.." jennie said while her eyes were full of guilt Kai quickly left and it was only me and jennie now amd the atmosphere changed "Please...lisa listen to me just this once..."she said while her tears camed out "Why jennie.....Where did I lack of!? TELL ME!" i said while I was crying hard I was still sitting on the ground "ITS JUST THAT-" i cut her off "Tell me...where did I go wrong? Is it wrong to love you that much?.....to make me suffer like this?" I said while sobbing Then the rain suddely poured out but we don't care about it we were completely soaked Please do not repost/republish without my permission. Thanks!Concluida
melody | your lie on april fanfiction
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Transformation
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The Piano - by H.J (Chapters) ©
-- © H.J, All Rights Reserved -- He’s a pianist. She’s a writer. She’s his musical inspiration. He’s her writing muse. They’re as passionate about each other as they are about their professions, if not even more. Each enriches and completes the other, like pen does to paper, like notes to a melody. It’s the kind of love that everybody hopes for, one that’s gentle, honest, supportive, and true—the kind of love that they themselves had hoped for all their lives, though neither one of them had ever thought they’d find it. Gladly, each was proven wrong, but dark shadows still exist and are looming. Inner wars begin to wage. Can traumas be healed and self-forgiveness ever be found? The worlds both around and within them weaken, but the love shared between them does not—even if that’s not so clear at the time. When earthly limits are reached, soulful passion takes over and speaks instead. ~ (Inspired by a true gentleman’s existence that I am blessed and fortunate to fondly recall. Thank you.) ~ XX -- © H.J, All Rights Reserved --Concluida
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MY TEN YEARS OF WRITING ,BLENDING CREATIVITY .MUSIC IS MY LIGHT IN MY DARK NIGHT . THE LYRICS OF MY LIFE . THE ONLY WAY TO MY HEART. MY BLEEDING PART OF MY HEART . WRITING SONGS IS LIKE LEARNING TO PLAY GITUAR . IT'S A BIT HARD BUT ONCE U GET UR HAND ON IT, IT'S SUPER EASY. MY LIFE AS A TEEN HAS BEEN FILLED HAPPINESS,SADNESS ,CRUSH,LOVE,HEART-BREAK,LONELY ,DREAMSAND MANY MORE EMOTION FILLED. ALL MY EMOTIONS WERE TRANSFORMED INTO THESE SONGS THE ART OF SONGWRITING IS ONE OF THE BEST GIFTS IN THE WORLD . IT IS A VERY LESS FREQUENT TALENT . WRITING SONGS IS NOT ABOUT COMMING UP WITH A FEW WORD TO FORM A LYRICS RATHER IT BUILDS A STORY ,A LIFE STORY ,OUR OWN EXPERIENCE .Concluida
Worst Scars
Tossing and turning over the mattress, My breath heavily and barely dispersed. The vedios in my mind played all night, Of you, me, us, and just us. Everything about you, Deserves to be written in poetry. For it's my confession of my fondness, That may never be your priority. You make me witness heaven, Even when I'm fighting devils inside me. The halo of your existence, Is more than that of any cherub's sheen. Some conversations left unspoken, Might stay like this till eternity. Some confessions left forbidden, Might always be hidden. A spark of a moon called, 'you', Is enough to light up my world. Allow me to draw a lilac light, Of deep affection that'll never be blurred. How are you so flawless in my eyes? Shouldn't you be same as others? Why this heart gave you an exceptional place, And adores you much more than you see in words. Becoming my home, rose, and religion, In me, you rose a happier version And how, suddenly all the love songs are about you? Tell me, have I fallen or it's just attraction? Well, 'just attraction' is what they say, If yes, then damn, this attraction is so hard, That I mention you whenever I pray, And I can't even explain why I adore you, more and more, day by day. Darling, I'm getting impatient, Nonetheless, I have faith, In what's written in the stars. And as long as it's you, I'm ready to bear the worst scars ~ The Sunshine SecretaryConcluida
Dreamy Love Story || KTH FF
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Have you ever stopped to sit and watch the world pass by; wondering what would happen if we had no time, no clock, nothing to keep track, or have you ever sat down and listen to music drowning out all unwanted problems you refuse to pay attention to. As you sit you begin to realize every second has its new beginnings. Time is something money can't buy, but it is also something you can't place on fast forward or rewind. Every beat of life counts just have to listen to the melody to live it happily. A young teenage girl is living an unwanted life every hour has a memory running straight through and every tick tock and replay cuts into her past. "Turn the music up, real loud. As the lyrics fill my head, a hundred memories run wild, lyrics intertwining with my thoughts. Change of attitude, cant be disturbed. Words flow like tears, all eyes on me. Every one is an onlooker, keep watching you don't want to miss this." Here is her story.
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