you

i've been playing tug of war with myself.
you're hard to ignore.

jinkies!

i tried out for a solo today.
big mistake.
ha.

Honors Poetry

Jessica Michele

My life is like a song
And I create my own tune
I sing my own words
My song has feelings and passion
I play my horn proudly as a general
Prepping his troops before a war
I hear symphonies in my head like I would in Carnegie Hall
My soul is a suite in the key of F.

Music makes my world go round
It fills my heart too
My music I shall not keep to myself
I will share it with you.

I am humble, but I am strong
My song can play soft or loud
I speak my mind, but not so well.
My trumpet sings louder and clearer for me.
It walks through life and tells my songs
I hide my worries
My problems stay under wraps mostly
I am the Media
Showing only the bright side of things.

Music makes my world go round
It fills my heart too
My music I shall not keep to myself
I will share it with you.

My gift is my song
My tune, My rhythm, My lyrics
I dream to give it to all
To share my tune, my rhythm, my lyrics
As a teacher shares knowledge
You can pass it on
We are an unbreakable chain
Like a virus, we can infect the world with song.

Jessica Michele.

Yay Corrupt America

so this is late. i don't care. if you're offended speak your mind. but don't expect me to write an apology.


The Story Of Easter

So basically you know most of it. Jesus died for us and got put into that grave. What you don't know is that it wasn't an angel who rolled away the stone, it was actually the easter bunny. When Jesus walked out he found the bunny had laid eggs everywhere. So he gathered his buddies and they had the very first easter egg hunt. The winner gets saved!


(this is what america teaches us)

put on a happy face.

sometimes i feel like i'm faking my way through life.

i don't do things for me. i do them for other people. to make them happy. it's very...unsatisfying. i don't want to live my life like this. but i can't seem to find a way out of it. i actually tried to once. my efforts were squashed. denied. like i didn't even have a choice in the matter. IT'S MY DECISION. so how did i get bullied into overlooking it? because i can't say no. i can't make people unhappy. so i'm stuck in a swirling vortex of doom. "keep your eyes down and do what your told"

i'm talking, shouting, screaming, but not a soul is listening.

i'm stuck.

primavera

HOORAY FOR SPRING.

so spring represents new beginnings. that's happy. unfortunatly some relationships with people are going rather poorly. so i'm hoping this sign of spring will bring peace to those broken relationships.

that's all i have to say.
i don't want to sit on the computer.
i'm going outside.

you sir, are wrong.

"varsity choirs just don't get division I's"


VARSITY MADRIGAL-division I
VARSITY CHAMBER-division I

take that. face head.



(plus i also got a I for my trumpet solo)



all in all, a fantastic day.

i'll aye call

solo contest tomorrow.

yikes.

decisions drive me crazy

in the event where the two are leading seperate ways, which do you follow. . .

your head or your heart?


comments are welcome.