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Music to My Soul - Chapter 3The stars shown brightly above Eyes and me as we sat in a darkened area of Osaka. We were on a blanket and surrounded by trees. Cicadas made their sounds as crickets chirped. Night time truly was beautiful.
"Eyes?" I asked breaking the silence.
"What is it?" he looked to me, the moonlight making him look even paler then usual.
"Have you...umm...uh...umm... fallen...umm... in love before?" I asked blushing like mad. Eyes remained quiet and I could see that small amount of pink appear on his face again. My face turned fire hot and I quickly looked back up to the sky feeling embarrassed for asking.
"I suppose I haven't," he finally answered. I lowered my head to stare at my shoes again. Then, without warning, Eyes grabbed my hand. "Until now," he confessed. My heart skipped a beat. My eyes met his and I couldn't help but notice the truth within them. This night was perfectly romantic! He spoiled me on a first date and said kind things about me while at dinner.
"I've never fallen before ei
Music to My Soul - Chapter 2Saturday morning there was a ring at the doorbell. I got up from my laptop and went downstairs to answer the door. Outside stood Rio on the doorstep.
"Yay! I got the address right! Come with me! A friend of mine wants to meet you!" she pulled me out the door.
"But my laptop is still running!" I cried.
"Deal with that when you get back," she smiled still tugging me. Then she looked at my socked feet. "Or you can do it now and get some shoes on," she said embarrassed. I ran in, ran up the stairs, cut off the laptop, ran back down and slipped on some flats, then ran out the door again. Rio grabbed my arm the first instant and pulled me onto the sidewalk to a car. In the driver's seat was Kousuke and Ryouko in shot gun. Rio and I ended up in the back.
"So who are you taking me to meet?" I asked as we started down the road.
"A close friend of ours," Rio answered.
"Yeah, you mentioned that, but what is their name?" I asked.
"Promise you won't freak out," Kousuke said looking at us through th
Music to My Soul - Chapter 1Fixing my skirt and running my fingers through my hair, I got myself ready for a new day at a new school. It took a lot to get my mom to let me come to Japan for my junior year of High School. Tsukiomi High School in Osaka, Japan was like any Japanese high school, with the cute uniforms and the adorable Japanese people.
With my head held high and book bag on my back, I entered the campus. There were many other students, talking with friends before the first bell. This made me a bit sad since I was new and didn't have any friends yet.
"Ouch!" I heard a girl's voice yell. I looked over to see a girl in my same school uniform fallen on the sidewalk. Her silver-grey hair was in two pigtails and held together with orange bows. Those grey eyes of hers filled with tears because some dog ran away with some melon bread that I guessed belonged to her.
"You OK?" I asked holding out a hand to help her up. She looked up at me then took it, standing.
"Yeah, happens all the time," she replied nervous
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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