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J.N.R Dutton

Dec 3, 2019 in Music

Notes On Travis Meadows

Travis Meadows is a Mississippi born guitarist, songsmith, and poet. He is brilliantly talented in many areas, his singing style is the one area where I am a bit sour. It's not the worst, but it's not exactly stellar either. I DO love the passion and energy he puts into it though. If I were to guess the two vocalists he was most influenced by, I'd say Bob Dylan & Bruce Springsteen.

99930D

Aug 5, 2019

[I SHALL ALWAYS FEAR]

I was never good enough it seems, Always judged and never understood, Even when the light within started to dim, I wonder which part of society did I stood. I hear and I fear, The words to me so simple yet hurtful, I tried my best to make myself seemed dear, Yet I was never enough to make you think I’m beautiful. I tried and I cried, Against a nonexistent shoulder, I’ve cried and I’ve died, Against the cold ground to me that felt warm. Atolophobia, No longer part of a physical form, Its spiritual started to develop a paranoia, And no longer shall I cry, as a fake smile on my face forever permanent.

Kim Dizon

Dec 6, 2018 in Writing

I was trying to be romantic.

I can only look at you. I can only see you this once. I can never feel your touch, nor hold you tight. Here's an excerpt from a poem that I wrote ages ago. I tried romanticizing a moment, and I hope you liked it. Let me know what's your favorite line on the comment section below! Spread the love!

cassiopeia

May 24, 2018 in Writing

ohana

ohana

my baby brother kisses my cheek leaving a slobbering mess i try to smile and sit up it takes me a few times because of my drowsiness my hair's a nest many tangles here and there but my focus is on my cousins in front of me are the pair they are dressed and look ready to go i croak out as to why they have to be so early i even smile because they crack a joke but inside i already feel empty i rise to my feet and pad over to the kitchen open the fridge and turn to see affection they hug and kiss i ask them if they've eaten they check their things they have eaten and then i take a sip of water my throat feels so parched they are ready to go to the door they marched i don't remember...

cassiopeia

May 7, 2018 in Writing

sunday mornings

sunday mornings

sunday mornings by cassiopeia good morning, love did you sleep well? i whisper you roll over to face me, skin following and although the wrinkles show, you have never looked as glorious as you do right now i can still remember the day we met purple skies and bikes colliding you were so upset, wild curls bouncing but not at me, no you always pushed yourself to be the best but love, you're always at your best 24 and interview ready 47 and smudged makeup because even at your worst, i will still love you please don't ever doubt my love or yourself the kids called today said mirren and everett wanted to visit popsy and momma once again, such sweethearts your eyes shine and the world seemed...