Musical Emotion Exercise

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One of these existed a while ago, but I can't find it, so I created a new one. Play a song of your choice and write something that goes with the emotion of that song. (Don't forget to mention what song you're listening to.) Does that make sense? XD

[Ky]

Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny pinprick of doubt that clawed at me internally, dying to come out. Its screams attacked my eardrums from the inside, it was unbearable. "She isn't breathing." I heard them say. I could not move, my body felt like it was filled with sand; every grain of it chafed my skin, my heart, my mind. Even as the sounds grew dimmer I heard the flat wailing of a monitor and the anguished cries of a bereaved mother. I'm sorry.

"She's gone."

[Baxter, butts butts butts]

Swans - How They Suffer and Helpless Child. Ended up going on to the next song.



"Hey. Hey. Hey man, are you okay?"

Johnny stands over the pathetic and laughable body of old Tremolo the junkie. Tremolo lifts up an arm, which is more like a stick, and motions for something. Johnny stares at him, confused.

OLD TREMOLO: "Ahhh. Lala ahhhh blah ahhhhh."

JOHNNY: "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

The bonny arm reaches forward and slithers into Johnny's pants pocket. His fingers, long wrinkled, moist from the heroin he had been using day in day out for 35 years, moved like the legs of a spider in Johnny's pocket. He could feel the lint lining the bottom of the pocket, and individually, each finger shot out covered. Old Tremolo the junkie, he started linking his lint covered fingers. Saliva pulled back like gum on each of his spider fingers and the strands fell onto his shirt.

JOHNNY: "Oh. You want some drugs do you?"

A vicious nodding.

JOHNNY: "Don't have any, sorry old man. But tell you what, here's 50 bucks. Go buy yourself some."

A wad of cash hit Tremolo's lap.

OLD TREMOLO THE JUNKIE: "AHHHHHH. Blegag ahhh."

Johnny was gone. And Tremolo, that junkie, well, he didn't have any legs left to get the drugs. So he began to crawl with his fingers, blood spurting forth from the tips.

"Ahhhhhh. Walala ahhhhhh."

[Ky]

Yummy.

[[deleted user]]

"All I Wanted" by Paramore

WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE MEEEE?!?!?!?!?!

[Carlee Jane]

Dang it! Have to do homework, but I do this ALL the time. Be prepared for my return :)

[[deleted user]]

...Okay....

[[deleted user]]

"Get Off Of My Cloud" by The Rolling Stones. This is currently my theme song.

Leave me alone, fool. Stupid authority and whiney neighbors. Can't people just let me do what I want? Crikey, this is not my day. I was just fine, until all this CRAP happened. Sure. I can handle the computer not saving my rough draft. I can handle that. I can't handle the fact that I have a test on Thursday and on Friday, forgetting my gym clothes, and having to play soccer in the same day. Do I HAVE to be completely surrounded by morons? Do I HAVE to have the whiniest, ______iest girls in my PE class? Did I HAVE to make a complete fool of myself?

[Ky]

Imaginary- Evanescence

Today was dark, unhappy and sullen. Too bad! They shout at me, ruining imperfection. With their, dirty words and their imodest clothes. The paper flowers cease to grow in the valleys of my heart. Paper flowers; a silly recollection of my childhood. Paper flowers. Too bad,too bad. In the end there's nothing left, nothing left but broken peices..of paper flowers long gone.

[Baxter, butts butts butts]

Cocteau Twins - Cherry-Coloured Funk

The snow falls on the city, full of sleeping persons. Thousands of individuals, sleeping comfortably in their little beds, in their little apartments, in their little lives. Except for two. Two people, as important as two insignificant ants to the rest of the world, placed on the opposite sides of this snow covered city, this city of slumber. They are awake, and they are staring into the dark sky, soaking the silence that only snow can bring. Blissfully unaware of the others existence, they are nonetheless connect in a very basic level. They are in love with the other. And as the snow falls, they realize that somewhere the other is living a life just like their own, thinking about them. Comforted by this thought, they join the millions of others, crawling into their beds and falling into a deep slumber. They are the same as the rest of the people in the city, small and with little, tiny lives. But just as the other have realized or will realize at one time or another, smallness is exactly what they live for.

[Ky]

that was deep.

[Baxter, butts butts butts]

I know, right? I'm just a deep guy.

By the way, I greatly enjoy yours. Delicious writing style is delicious.

[Stephanie]

The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny pinprick of doubt that clawed at me internally, dying to c..."

wow, that was good

[Stephanie]

Baxter wrote: "Cocteau Twins - Cherry-Coloured Funk

The snow falls on the city, full of sleeping persons. Thousands of individuals, sleeping comfortably in their little beds, in their little apartments, in thei..."

that was great

[Ky]

Baxter wrote: "I know, right? I'm just a deep guy.

By the way, I greatly enjoy yours. Delicious writing style is delicious."

Thank-you!

[Ky]

Stephanie wrote: "The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny pinprick of doubt ..."

merci beaucoup...I was feeling morbid...*insert dark laugh here*

[Annemarie, hi]

Braille- Regina Spektor

His voice in a way poured out sadness. Each word, each painful word caused her to shudder. Although tears did not come. Of course they did not come. The anguish would remain in the words. Only words.
He promised her once, a long time ago that he would never let her go. Hold her forever.
The sadness ran through his voice.
She shuddered.
They did not cry.
It remained in the words.


That did not make sense with the song, or anything, but whatever, words in my head, what are you going to do?

[Ky]

Juliet wrote: "Braille- Regina Spektor

His voice in a way poured out sadness. Each word, each painful word caused her to shudder. Although tears did not come. Of course they did not come. The anguish would rem..."

that was good

[Stephanie]

Juliet wrote: "Braille- Regina Spektor

His voice in a way poured out sadness. Each word, each painful word caused her to shudder. Although tears did not come. Of course they did not come. The anguish would rem..."

sounded good

[Stephanie]

The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Stephanie wrote: "The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny ..."

lol

[Ky]

Final Countdown- Europe

Ticking....

"It's not too late!" she whispered urgently.
"It's not too late to try."
She spread her wings and sailed away into the open sky.
The dark clouds burst with saddened tears as her feathers fluttered down.
And so I stared, for no one cared, as my friend hit the ground.
Her body bent at awkward angles, bones burst through the skin.
The blood was pooling everywhere; death is not a sin.



Poem!

[Stephanie]

the writing was good...

[Ky]

lol it prob is. "It's the final countdown!"

[[deleted user]]

The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny pinprick of doubt that clawed at me internally, dying to c..."

I love that song! But it's so sad. =[

[[deleted user]]

Love For Me - Guster

"Jenny, I love you."

The words left my mouth without hesitation, without a single stutter or slip. Perhaps it was because I'd been waiting to say them for so long.

Jenny immediately stopped toying with a frayed part of her jeans and stared at me, a flood of emotions crossing her face. First, confusion, then comprehension. Worry. Sorrow. Pressure. Fear. Sympathy. Apology. Kindness. Regret. Maybe there was a flicker of the same thing I was feeling somewhere, but I couldn't tell.

"Adam," she said, voice strained. She didn't even look in my eyes. "I--I can't. I can't deal with this right now." She turned, and ran.

[Ky]

IAnna (Maxy) wrote: "The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Hello- Evanescence

Nothingness spread, taking over everything that ever was; all I had ever known and seen. All gone. All but the tiny pinprick of doubt ..."

I know..when I was younger I cried.

[Laura]

Home by Natalie Grant...... Mixed feelings :P

[Ky]

Natalie Grant!

[Ky]

lol yes.



Football and Football. how confusing.

[Ky]

lol!

[[deleted user]]

"I Will Always Love You" -Dolly Parton

I realized that I wasn't meant for him. Sure, he loved me, or at least he thought he did, but I wasn't the one. I loved him too, but was it a selfish kind of love? Was it really worth it to cause him pain just so I could have him? Even though it killed me to leave, I had to go. We all have to make sacrifices.

[Ky]

Comatose- Skillet

The orchestra plays loudly in my head, the cello over-bearing and the piano keys played with dashing hits. The musis slows considerably and I can hear a voice singing through, telling me something I don't quite understand. I try, my very hardest, to yell to him. I need him to know I can't understand. But I don't want to anymore. I don't want to scream nor breathe for that matter. I see his face now, fuzzy around the edges, but I think it's him. It must be; he's still singing. Comatose. I tell him silently, my mouth never moving, that I will never wake up...without him. An overdose of him. I don't want to live, nor sleep, for the dreams don't comfort me anymore.
This time I do scream, it never ends.

[Baxter, butts butts butts]

The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Comatose- Skillet

The orchestra plays loudly in my head, the cello over-bearing and the piano keys played with dashing hits. The musis slows considerably and I can hear a voice singing through,..."

Ooh, good stuff that.

[Ky]

Baxter wrote: "The Non-Edible Cannibal (Kenny) wrote: "Comatose- Skillet

The orchestra plays loudly in my head, the cello over-bearing and the piano keys played with dashing hits. The musis slows considerably a..."

merci

[Ky]

Whispers in the Dark- Skillet

We want you! they shouted internally. She held her hands over her ears, her face a mask of perfect agony. Her screams, though loud, effectively lifted the corners of my mouth in a lazy grin tinged with pity.

I listened closely as the Voices taunted her, cheering for both sides; a double agent of sorts. The girl's eyes were clenched closed, though it would not have made a difference either way in this dark and damp prison.

Come now girl, no need to cry.., in reply to them she lifted her head, dark curls hanging in her face as she anxiously scanned the almost empty room. She did not see me of course. No one ever does at first; but I see them. Always.

You will never be alone now!, they exulted, silent to all but her and I. A dark figure stepped out of the shadows on the opposite side, lighting a torch as he did so.

It's time! they sang happily at her bringing about more tears. My smile fell from its easy perch. It was really time.

A spray of orange tinted light glanced off the blade that was now held, extended, in the dark man's hand. She cowered, huddled in the deepest corner, innocence radiating from her being.

The sweet terror was so concentrated that I could reach out and touch it, and I did so, for the simple glory of owning a handful of something so rare and unheard of: the innocence of a child, true at heart and on the verge of meeting Death.

(I laugh to think of how silly humans are, thinking me a monster who wears a robe and carries a scyth, what nonsense!)

When the deed was done, the body torn and ragged, I took her. She was hesitant at first, but she came willingly after a few intense moments of silent 'tears'. The Voices had long since left and I smiled at her, the child's small hand in mine.

"Your name?" I whispered gently.

It took her hours to tell me, mustering her courage like a true soldier, what a trooper. When she did, I knew I was right all alon, she was the one they needed, she was the key and I had her; "Shadow."


I hope you liked it guys..it was fun to write!

[Krys]

Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace

And thus Vail stood his fingers clutching desperately at the violet katana in his right hand. The blade was pointed downward and coming from its point was the silver blood of immorality. The silver sheet almost ran to the hilt of the sword, and it splattered patters across the sodden earth as though it were a canvas for paint to be stroked across the emerald strands of grass that were, in places, drenched to the root with the blood of someone. Vail himself stood with numerous gashes on his arms and legs. There was a deadly slash ripped from his right shoulder across his chest to his hip, though it was not deadly. From it came a froth of his own silver blood that feel like a curtaining waterfall to the ground, splattering alongside the blood of Jeremiah.

And Vail stood a few feet away from Jeremiah’s crumbled form that was leaning against the side of the Institute, and where he slouched the blood that came from the slender gash that went through his front, all the way through his back was leaking blood. Smearing it across the white marble building behind him, and from the front the blood came forth and streaked across his chest like a river in the rain, but somehow Jeremiah was smiling—actually smiling. The grin was sad, filled with a desolate, empty humor, and Jeremiah lifted his eyes to Vail, they sparkled as though dewed with tears, despite the fact they weren’t.

Vail stood atop a crestfallen hill no more than ten feet away, his lips titled upwards in the faintest listing smile. He looked for all in the world to see, like an avenging angel sent to earth on orders to destroy those who had fulfilled a misdeed. His hair tumbled forth, casting ink-black shadows across the angular curve of his cheekbones, looking as if someone had stroked black paint across his well-defined face. His amethyst eyes shone almost wickedly and very softly he said to Jeremiah as he died, “So my friend,” The words were so soft that Jeremiah couldn’t have possibly heard him, but for an instant it almost appeared as though he did, with his emerald eyes shining so brightly. “What is it like to die?”

[Annemarie, hi]

The Flowers- Regina Spektor

Each snow crystal fell carefully dotting the girls head, causing her dark hair to shimmer. She was a doll in her tiny ness, each feature to her dimpled red cheeks to her delicate dark polished shoes almost seemed porcelain.

Her curls where now so thoroughly drenched, that she began shivering. She wrapped fragile arms around her body to no avail. Her thin black coat was obviously not helping much.

In that moment, I actually thought about going over there, offer her my hand, give her a blanket I had somewhere in my sack. It proved to just be a fleeting thought though. I focused my trained eyes on the track.

The girl beginning to whimper tugged desperately at what appeared to be her mother's torn coat. The mother just shook her head in one quick gesture muttering something to her in as far as I could her French, and then the mother like me, turned her eyes to the track.

I glanced at the watch I myself, growing cold. 5:13 the train was three minutes late. Drat. Who knows how long it cold be now, especially in this blasted weather. All the while though while I was cursing the trains lateness, it wasn't about me I was cursing. It was the girl. The insignificant girl. Why should I care about her. Why should I care if she gets cold?

Why?

Allowing myself one glance the girl now had silent tears pouring down her exposed cheeks. Obviously more cold than even I could imagine she pleaded to her mother. Her mother did not even look.

I looked away. I couldn't bear this. This child. This snow. The overwhelming stench of sadness and loss hope in the air. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too-

A tap on the shoulder, I looked up to see a boy gesturing towards my bag. Beyond him stood the train, how did I miss it? I had no time to ponder this though because the boy had now begin to look impatient.

Shaking my head I picked up my bags. While walking I looked at the spot where the girl had once stood. A sigh of relief washed over me as I saw she was still there. But met with the relief came a sudden sadness. She was sitting, almost laying, her once rosy cheeks had turned to a milky washed out pale. Her whole body had been covered in snow at this point. Her mother, at last, stood over her, murmuring prayers.

Then the mother looked up panicked her face stricken with shock and sadness began calling for help in her own tongue. She saw me staring and desperately motioned for me to help, to do something.

The sides of soul mind fought. One wanting to go; the other stay. My mind fought with reason and consequences, my soul with emotion and acting, doing, helping, putting someone's life before yours.

I turned, and with but one look back to the fading girl and boarded the train.
I knew the girl die, be lost to me forever. That however was not the only thing that was lost; my humanity was also.

[ATL]

Lucky by Jason Mraz
We walked along the beach hand in hand, watching the sunset. We were together, forever. I wish I could describe to you my emotions at the moment, but all I can remember is a glowing feeling. He was my best friend and my lover, my soul mate. My life was just...perfect,