musical timeline

-Smash mouth- walking on the sun
My first true band that I started to really listening to. I have no idea what started me on them, but I liked them and still do, they were also my first concert here at the fair a few years back.
-Los Lobos with Antonio Bandera’s
I grew up watching movies with my dad and brother, who’s 6 years older than me, so naturally
we watched material that was for a mature audience. I was and still am a very open person so instead of finding my own tunes to call mine I just borrowed my dad’s stuff and listened to it.
-Kill Hannah- Unwanted
The start of my true path a musical notes, was introduced to the video by my friend as we debated over a lol topic. This type of music caught me for a few reasons, friends listened to it and I really enjoyed it, all of it from the instruments to the words.
-Senses Fail- Bloody Romance
The background tune to our trip to Texas, every embedding us with this genre, for it’s always a reliable back up for some, going back to your roots.
-From First to Last- Note to Self
A blast to your ears from all directions. Sunny was an amazing vocalist but too bad he was too good, he hurt his vocal cords and had to be replaced, the price of being fantastic.
-Treble Charger- American Physco
It was consuming me, I never knew what this band was until a friend found it and it turns out that they are a Canadian band, and you have probably heard the song but never knew it.
-He is Legend- China White II
The mixture of screams and bare vocals compel one to enjoy the tunes of our so called southern death band. They helped us illustrate the time between the card games, which we played relentless.
-Paramore- Pressure
A great band with tunes you couldn’t refuse, but this band holds more memories that one would think. Junior year, first crowd surfing experience and many more that don’t come to mind.
-Basshunter- any. Take your pick.
First real techno band and he’s amazing, he can do amazing things with hit tools. It may be in a foreign language but that has never mattered, for music is a universal language.
-Lil Wayne- Prom Queen
Spring senior year we needed a change and what a way to go out of the school other than listening to rap. This alone can let the world in on how we changed, we swore we would never listen to rap and here we are finding as much as we can.
-Nickleback- How you remind me
Heard it on the radio one day and I never did get it out of my head. There lyrics are always fun and really relatable.
-Lily Allen- The Fear
Hot topic, what else is there to say? They always have the music stand to sample the tunes and a checked this girl out and she made me laugh and it was just some awesome songs. HT is a great place for music sometimes.
-Frank Sinatra-any.
I had to really make the point that the music I listen to is random and crazy like me. Picked him up finally after all those years of watching csi, the whole rat pack and everything. It eventually got to me and now if I need something chill I turn to Frank.
-Akon- I’m So Paid
Another great friend recommendation, and of course a story goes behind it but I won’t dwell upon that. He was so convinced that he had found the next big thing for us to listen to and he was right. A great many styles comes out of this man, with so many different artists backing him up.
-Sixpence none the Richer- Kiss me
Simple, perfect 90s song. It’s the definition of those ten years, and of me. I’m a very 90s kid, whatever that may mean but this song just is the icing on the cake because it appears in so many of the movies at that time so it just hits home for me. So many of the movies I watched had this in it so this song and I just became attached many years later when I was looking back. It’s still a top song of mine and always will be.

rrr-representing

Represent, representing, to represent, what’s it all mean? What do I represent?
Noah
20
5’7’
June
Gemini
Does this represent me? No these are the facts that make me up randomly. They are mixed and matched to compose the being you see before you, just the details to the much larger picture.
Writer
Plays video games
Addict
Music
Stutterer
These are the facts that tell the tale of Noah Smith, the bits of the puzzle that is. They piece together to form the man/boy, depending on the day. The writing I grace upon the paper or keyboard tells the world what I’m thinking and or feeling, what’s going on in the jumbled head of mine. All addicts tell stories, it lets the world in on their worst moments and it pushes the person to the edge where anything is possible. We learn what their weakness they have, and why they choose such a thing to never get rid of. Music can really let you in on a person, are they varied or do they stay straight to a certain genre, it’s a background rhythm to their mind.
Stuttering, as I write this I do believe I represent this. I was a case which my parents knew it would never be easy, it would take time. For me 11 years or so in therapy, and this does not include the school therapist, the minutes turned into hours as I spent my time in a room talking, rehearsing tactics to make my speech easier. Easier to who, the rest of the world or myself, was I doing it for them or was it all me? At first it was for them, so I could get my thought out to the general public, but after a point, it was me, all me. I was bund and determined to break the bars of my cage, and do and say whatever I wanted. Not when it was convenient for my mouth, for me, it started in seventh grade. My English teacher was talking to us about presentations and how if we go first we set the bar high for the rest of the class, and that’s what I’ve been doing for the past six or so years, making that bar untouchable. By the time we moved around the country a few times I was still having trouble but it was getting their slowly and struggling, so by freshmen year of high school, our second to last move I enrolled in speech class, debate for the rest of you. Mrs. Mick said shed help me and make sure I was all set, I don’t have any idea where this debate urge came from but I went with it. So I started with the fun side of it, prose and such and by the end of my four years I was giving 8 minute speeches every weekend. I was doing play productions in front of a potentially filled auditorium. Stuttering was still there all the way but I tossed it in the back seat of my life and handled the wheel for the first time, never letting it slow me down.

world of warcraft

pugbite, rimpianto, colisses, lodead

the list of names that line the headstones

one by one they fall.
to an addiction.
im done wiht it finally. never going back. you cant make me, it aint going to happen like that. its made a mockery of my life wiht tis mocking blows, but its over. almsot 2 years done and almsot 2 years that never coming back, ill miss em but hey it didnt mess up my life too bad, or maybe it did.
it cost me women, fights, negoatiating, loss of experience and oppertunitys that i wanted but couldnt bring back, but ill rimpianto.

being consumed from a force you cant touch is fighting a foe you have never see adn never will, like running wild in a blizzard.
this is my declaration, i am done and it was a waste. addictions hurt but withdrawls are swooping on me. clawing at me, but now i have a hole in me thats never going to be filled, its been constant since the tipping of the halo and the fight for your life and drowing in the lack there of money. no words will ever be able to depict the fight inside and out of me thats been building, the hatred.

duty

waiting in the pen like sheep
listening
whispering of our fates
living in our own space
till the voice forces
reading
waiting
eating, eating what could
be hazardous to the neighbor
even breating it on them
could spark a controversy thatd stall the herd.
all sucked into
no escaping
lack of air
no space
cant breath
wings cant stretch

the golden coast shines
bright wiht its dullest spots
its evil
that dare not speak its name

potential

hey there
im just in school, the institute of life and im jsut trying to graduate and get through it all with you. im majoring in you and minoring in us.
i want to know everything aobut you, start to finish lectures with you, about you.
i want to know your history, what makes you, who you are. how your the answer to all my equations. how i cant get you outta my head, maybe im crazy and if i am, then maybe i want no medicine for if thats it, then ill stay criminally insane. if thats what it takes, hey hey there
dont come another step wiht that white jacket.

notes from a nameless face

from the observation deck,
women, hips on hands, waiting for husband to climb to the top where she awaits, hand in his, love.
a dogmatic dog march, to the left adn to the right.
freshmen wiht no gear steeple down

the 4th generation couple,
step down

the 30s, trying to stay fit but loving eachother and the view.

joggers outfitted use water as weight, buidling muscle in every place, wiht the outift of multipurpose.
starting couple sits side by side poitng out yonder, nestled together.
opposite outfit sass walk commences among the grains of time.

few acknowledgments go on, the male head nod
the women starring at teh moving women, judging, accepting, and or denying.

golden dogs puch on, minis feel inclined to sniff it all.

golfer pants, wait, scratch that, pajama pants ascend from nearby house, as if if he needed a better view.
once again minis choose where to go, this time against a pregnant purple.
water connected in a very spherical manner. coaster runs between 2, straight line.
humans, circle head observers.
its what s us.
when it passes by it brings no ocean smell, just the smell of demise, our own.

fellowship

just to get high-nickelback

the lack of the drug, lack of the euphoric
feeling inside is the thing i miss the most.
one on one, taking it all in
all the highs as well as hittign the ground of reality to pull one up, slap him adn get him going...again
wow, we were always there and i knew it but never realized it till i had none.
the circle growing stronger and mighty, never capable of stopping till we declare. each person
rising higher in their respective seat of power.
for we see the world from angles different
we know more than we let on, we discuss more than the average fellow species.
theres more to these books that the front cover adn the back summary, let that entice your taste,
now come on on, we dont bite

standing

id come for you-Nickleback

im standing
im stadning in the middle
im standing in the middle of a trianlge, thats spinnign around and round.
i watch each corner as it goes by and coems around again.
each corner hold a different path, all ending in happyiness, but each one offers a diff
way to get there,
with different obstacles.
im a man
wiht troublebearing thoughts
that weigh me down,
truth being revelant
it comes out in sparkles
but the player lacks the ability to block the voice in his head.
the devil
and
the angel
on each shoulder
constantly there, nagging me to go to their side.
each balance weights differently in my hand, pros vs con vs time.
the hourglass ever dropping grains of sand on the dying man

words

neyo-so sick

words require no lights
no witnesses
just the ablity to comprehend and to see what the other is saying
can be more complicated than msot think
soem people you can read liek a book, oh so predictable
others you dont want to put that book down for tis too dam interesting.
other you need a magniyfying glass jsut to see the words and you need a satelite to read in between the lines only to find there so blunt there notihng there.
and in a case liek mine, ive very difficult to read
everyone complaisn about it and it pesters the ones closest to me.
they have this illusion that they need to know what im feeling but aw well maybe they do. oh well
maybe im jsut bad in communicatign what i feel but i am a stone face when it comes to it, soemtiem
not a poker face for i have none fore i laugh too much
or not enough
laugh people, like now
but im just unreadable, countless people that were once close to me have dropped this ntoe in the complaint box.
so talk in the dark and the words are painted in bright colors adn its liek seeing for the first time.

conflicted

we all have made the choices of life
business
but the situations i speak of shall be known as them.
the decisons your mind reacts to but you heart/chest feel somthing different.
its the spliting choices that defy who we are at the time. sometiems we become patternized and always stitch the same way but others its a seesaw, going back and forth, always unpredicatable, because hell we are all human, hopefully adn our choices are half chance.
so if ur indesisive like me, grab a coin and lets be like harvey and flip at every cross, at every move, wiht the metal reflecting our life wiht unpredicatability.
your brain as logical as it appears becoems mixed and conflicted then the feelign inside your chest somewhere has thae instinct but u never know when to listen to them, both. its confusing as trig, and as simple as 1,2,3 for you know what to do, but society ahs conditioned us to reflect and with its pressure we all want to live up to it and be closer to the top, so thats when our gut turns to mush and mute, and our brains take over with tactical swat like manuevers, twisitng and gutting the business of society from the inside out jsut to get to the top and never lookign back fore to look back would to mean to unlock the door to your chest adn unleash what you ahve ran from, from what you have hiddena dn buried like the corpse but wiht isnt 6ft under, its as deep as you can get it, you bury it wiht all your force, you stand waist deep in it but you keep on loading it up and makign the stack higher so tis voice will never emerge until tis too late, the door burst off its hinges, it unleashes the forse that been cramped for far too long. the heap gets unravled adn thrown all about and this mess it not one you can hire a maid for.
the truth will stay hidden but it will emerge whetehr or not its too alte to save you but itll help by giving you 2 feathers and if u save ruself then you can build yourself a nice set of wings to fly free from whatever thsi is and hopefull perch yourself on the top, victorious and happy that you ahve washed up. so bid the old you goodbye as its dragged back into the corners of darkness.

puppeteer

all i ever wanted-basshunter

im merely a jester or a puppet on a string for others enjoyment fore i lack any joy on my own.
its a complicated process but to each his or her own
im teh puppet on the string being played wiht as the expense, people play i perform, tis the task of the truth.
but my audience is more than one, more than jsut one puppeteer controls my strings
multiples shares the strings regardless if they know it, of ever will. these strings jsut be of string nothign more till concsions are made, lines drawn and curtains closes. for the one on one show is personal and yet to be reavealed.
they live, i perform
did you knwo you had the power, i bet not so test it out
but my real master is known, or maybe not. i shall not know until all the planets allign togerther in perfect harmony.
when such actions occur everythign is know, not by words but my that moment, by that spark, by that feeling felt somewhere in your body.
my tru master string will be fabricated of love
and the links unbreakable
and as the moment of realization occurs
as the clocks strikes
the
eleventh hour it shall be know from continet
to sea what has happened.
clocks will stop, fish will freeze
and
and the heavens will bow
hell will be mesmerized by the force.
life will flow through the stings brinign me into teh world
a breath will awaken inside and ill live
for the first time
ill walk wiht purpse, ill walk hand in hand wiht purpose and love
we shall have no end in sight
only time tells, well only we tell what time will say

Fear

Miss independent=Ne-YO

the fear of the population is a double edged blade with serrated edges.
it cuts from any and all sides but if the possible ounce of pain is worth it then both sides fighting to run from it can grab it, twist it aobut adn walk away holding ahnds together.

the truth of the matter is that as scary as fear is the truth can be jsut as dangerous, that word is the key to each and everyone of our own mind, adn tis scary to truly let people know what we are all thinking.
it may cause a person to run as if in a marathron or it may bring closiness.
whatever it is the matter is that truth is the highest thing in this world and i regard it very highly, i may have problems practicing it but i hold it highly
i maybe a great liar and deceiver but i still hold truth in my left hand.
what i hold in my right is a mystery.

from a distance

as i stand on the beach looking abck to the prarie i cant help but look down to the girl who has fallen, it saddens me that such actions could repoise such a women.
never should these criminal offenses be attianed towards her, shes the queen adn im jsut the jester, never the king.
bow-rihanna

tingle

defiance
people defying eachother
their parents and god
to defy takes courage or
oppertunity
the chance that people take is the moments that bind them together,
i take no moments, never have, so i have no moments ot bind to other people
i dont advacne wiht tha tmometn bc i lack it
i ahve the moment
later.
after the fact.
i never realize it till the page ahs been turned, but if i want it badly enough
if its real
then ill fight
ill go 12 rounds and knock em out