beat-up-old guitar

her fingernails were chipped and her fingers were hardened

from hours of struming on her beat-up-old guitar

sitting on street corners with her case wide open

and empty.

 

her clothes rested on bones with skin stretched tight

and her shoulders were slumped

but her eyes were alive with the music she was making,

she couldn't express herself in any other way than

her homemade songs and beat-up-old guitar.

the old abandoned ferris wheel

[inspired by this video - http://youtu.be/Z8tH_i47E-U  by John Green]

 

they were screaming out to be heard,

voices pushing against the old abandoned ferris wheel

screaming, but only sounding in the soft wind

that moved them from silence into sound, pressing them

against the old metal carriages that once held

their laughing children.

 

they were screaming for redemption, for revenge

on the old rotting wooden steps

and the man who left it all behind,

confined to a prison cell,

letting their children's joy rot away

with the old wooden platforms.

 

the only way they could make it run

was by screaming into the wind

and hoping that it would push them with

enough force to make the old abandoned

ferris wheel

move again.

the words are singing

these words are singing through my mind

like your voice used to create beautiful melodies

out of almost nothing,

guitar in hand you were

invincible.

 

so now that you are off in the world

discovering yourself,

i just let my mind sing for you to fill up

that empty space where your music used to be

and i write lyrics for you, for songs that only i

will ever hear.

 

now i've got my own guitar in hand, i've got

words in my head that are singing and

i've got the voice to sing them

so the songs that i've written that you will never hear

can be heard by the ones who have words singing

in their heads too.