Monthly Archives: August 2015

How Sound Affects

I wrote a blog post for the site Sound Effects responding to the question:

How does sounds effect you?

My response:

Sound is memory….

Sound has made me who I am. I was raised on sound – ordered sound, what we call music: Jackson 5 in the morning, ZZ Hill in the afternoon, Bob Marley at bedtime. These sounds were as much a part of my life as the music of my mother’s jingling bangles, my father’s melodic whistling around the house, and my sister’s tap dancing down the hall way.

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The realest thing I’ve written in awhile

Mad

He wrote,  “i miss you”
He wrote, “im sorry”
He’s afraid I’ll hate him
Doesn’t wanna be the monster
Just a human being who can’t admit mistakes

And maybe I’m the same
Can’t tell if I’m playing victim
Or if it’s really really still that red raw

But I’m still mad
I’m still mad
Still feel my forehead clinch when I think about it
Cause I’m still mad
I’m still mad
And I can’t seem to let it go
Even though I know
I’m better off without it.

Cause you don’t mean it
It’s all bullshit
And I won’t pretend that
I’m gonna accept it
Cause I’m so tired of being sweet
But I don’t wanna be petty

And maybe I’m the same
Telling lies to keep myself sane
So maybe I’m a coward just like you say

But I’m still mad
I’m still mad
Still feel my forehead clinch when I think about it
Cause I’m still mad
I’m still mad
And I can’t seem to let it go
Even though I know
I’m better off without it.

Maybe I’m living in a box of my own reality
Padded with every harsh word,
Maybe all my unkindness is lost on me
And when the fire stops rising in my chest
I’ll miss you
But I’m still mad.