Music matters Music is everywhere Just listen Music is inside you Think about it. The flow of your blood through the your body It’s bound to make a sound No matter how low it is It’s still there The beating of your heart You make a sound Without music where would we be? What
The Tree With leaves like shields and orange and bright You stand tall and strong just beyond grasp Upon a hill of broken dreams you stand bathed in golden light. I try to cut you down but your bark is strong and your roots are deep Feeding off my endless sleep. For all I
The Audition The thought floats through my mind But its power is strong My heart falls behind My stomach clenches The butterflies are alive. The day looms and I can’t help dreading it. I worry my voice will fail I worry I won’t be able to do it. The day comes closer but I
A Voice A voice can control the world, Who needs to type when you can speak When you can ask your phone now What you can ask a person ‘What’s the weather like Siri?’ Siri sounds much more interesting than A rambling weather presenter. Siri May even start a conversation Will a keyboard be
Perfection We are what we eat We eat what we are We go through life, being ashamed to indulge Too scared to enjoy the simplistic thing that is food We become ‘aware’ of what we eat Then obsessive Then anorexic, bulimic, binge eating etc. We can no longer enjoy one of the necessities in
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Spooderman Why does music speak to us? It’s because it connects to the truest part of us The piece of us that has not yet been distorted and shaped by moulds of other people Music is the only thing that can be truly yours It can be yours in happiness, sickness or even depression.
Untitled Walking down the hall Feeling rather small Everyone else seems tall Pushing me against the wall. Slinging insults, shouting abuse, Everything in this world seems so obtuse Throwing punches, taking drugs When all I need is some hugs. Feeling dark, feeling down Almost felt like I was going to drown Then
Me I am who I am No one is gonna change me I will do what I do best No matter what society says I will live, be free. Sculpt a life and make you see That I don’t give a shit about the names, The labels and tags that I was called, About
No Exceptions When I was growing up, I was always told Be your own person It was just a shape, to mould. But little good did that do when it came to society Only the normals were accepted, never room for variety. In our generation we get shamed for everything we do