Hospital Song

there's something creeping in the hall
behind the doors
behind the walls
it feeds on dread
beneath the bed
it's screaming now
inside my head

i don't know how
to take it on
to take a monster
with this song
this song i sing
cause i'm driving
alone in fright
alone tonight

we're lost
we've loved
we're fools
we've shoved
our hearts and dreams
back up our sleeves
because with this
we've truly missed
our righteousness
in something above this

that something above
that some other love
forgave us because
of what was done
on a tree
for me to be free
free from the monster
that's chasing me

it's chasing me
and now i've stopped
i'm all run out
and now i've dropped
my will to live
for an empty win
and i can't begin
to explain how hopeless i've been

there's nothing here
it's just a mirror
that shows a soul
it's darkest fear
of being lost
and never found
and i thank the love
that took the tree
that took the nails
that died for me

besides the empty reflections
what's best in my recollection
is the way the words of love sounded
the day the hollow prison resounded
when i came up for air
when i left my mistakes back there
and i never looked back to see
the old darker side of me
because now i'm changed
now i'm forgiven
now the real life is the one i'm living
and in this truth
i'll always be
and now there's light
inside of me

by kismint plinkadink

Briefly of Artists

Perhaps it's good to pick a portion of time, find a playlist and a paintbrush, and start playacting as Picasso. Probably sounds like a pettish peculiarity, but I'm pretty much pondering over how I pleased I am that listening to Twenty One Pilots while painting and pinteresting is so pleasant.

ha. :D

 

In less alliteration---hi, how are you? I've been messing around with my old crayola watercolor packets. 

It's a Wednesday afternoon, and I'm filling up my weekday time by computerizing and slouching on an exercise ball.

I have a question though---who are your favorite music artists and why? I have my own favorites, and I'm curious to know what makes people love their musicians. 

Is it the sound of their voices? Their songwriting abilities? The way their personalities bleed through their music? All of the above?

I'm a weird person in many regards, but one of those weirdnesses of mine is that I have an incredibly hard time understanding and/or memorizing lyrics. I literally have to read along with the words if I actually want to understand what's going on withing the melodies. 

This means that whenever I get a song stuck in my head---which is a constant thing---it's a safe guess that I'm making up the words.

---Fun fact on this one: When I was little and sang the song "God Bless America",  I made up my own gibberish phrases for the words that I never heard correctly. 

Needless to say, this caused me to grow up a very confused child.

Gibberish phrases set aside, I'm still interested to know why you like the musicians you do. What are you partial to? 

Whatehvs, Govnah'

Tonight is sort of a "Remember the Alamo" night, as the last volley of children prepare for the imminent doom to come to them tomorrow.
Schooldays strike again.

Haha.
Except for me of course. I still have a solid seven days left. It makes me feel sorrier for them though. It's not their faults that they can't be coolieo hipster home schoolers. Nonetheless, I've been prepping myself for the oncoming surge of despondency. It's been so long since I've actually had to work, so I'm intimidated by the prospect.

I haven't really been productive in any way. I put away my clean clothes. I twiddled with my other site. Also, I made a playlist of my happy mood songs.

 

I'm just so proud of myself.

Splishy splishy splash. Sweat and sun and swimming pools are still going on down here. Yesterday I played a solid four games of floor hockey, and now I'm a beat-up mess. Unfortunately, we failed to take the cup, and were left in the dust, wheezing our lungs out. Good job anyway, I s'pose. If you must know, four games in a row is a bit taxing.

And so June and July leave us with naught but memories of sweet and sour times. August is the final hurrah, and it's halfway over. And even though I'm amazed at the speed time flies at, I still find that it feels like ages ago that I returned from New Orleans in early June---or even New Mexico late last month.

Although I'm not a fan of the autumnal season, there are a few things to look forward to in the upcoming months. I daresay these things are mostly movies. Is it sad that I can't decide whether I'm more excited for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, or Catching Fire? Also, I'd like to go back to wearing long sleeves. I sort of miss those. For some reason I have an abundance of long sleeved-tshirts just sitting around waiting to be worn, and it's sad because long-sleeve weather only lasts from December to February around here.

So maybe it might be a while before I fold up that summery attire for good.

I'm also a little nervous for NaNoWriMo coming in November. My royal flop failure when Camp NaNo has been a bit of a discouragement, and I'm beginning to think that this whole writing thing isn't quite my forte.
Maybe I'm better off sticking with rhymes. Maybe I could publish children's books. Maybe I could be a famous elephant tamer. The options never cease.

Finally, I have (surprise) actually been doing a bit of reading.
I don't know what my deal is, but for the past...year?...or so, I haven't been able to bury my noes very deeply into books. I reasoned that it was the (horrifyingly) large stack of textbooks that I've been having to thumb through due to educational demands.
But anyway, I've been munching along, indulging myself on (surprise #2) J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter. I do admit---it's very nice to kick back and have a bit of a "just for fun" series to nibble on, and I'm enjoying it the further into the seven books I go.

Have you read any great books lately? You know, the kind that you just open for the sake of pleasure-reading and find yourself loving every bit of it? I wish I could get my hands of more of those. Make a list of good reads for me, will ya? ;)

And that's about it.
I'm excited to have a day full of doin' nothing while everyone else is doing something tomorrow.
That'll be fun

Cheerio mates,
Kismint

Fingerprints On Your Mind

There is this sort of feeling in the air that resonates through the evening on a day in which you laughed, loved, and lived hard and well. I guess you could call it confidence. It's like you can't stop grinning your face off because you remember well the good times and the sweet victories. You walk with a sort of macho swagger, like the way you do after bowling a strike or after making one of those brilliantly smart and snarky comebacks.

The days that you drink in the sunshine of good company and fun times come few and far between, but those are the days that mean something. Those are the days that make the dark and dreary roads that much more worth it. It's funny because yesterday when I went to bed, I fell asleep with a clammy sort of feeling in my hands, like I was a stranger in a storybook, waiting for the hammer to fall. But tonight I'm warm and sleepy, content with the knowledge that I'm not alone.

Even if the lovely times never last, they are forever the fingerprints on your mind when you are halfway between deep slumber and a beautiful dream.

So I'll hold onto the feeling. Until it passes, after a while.

And I'll kiss it goodbye, shedding the grip that it had on me, and returning to the me that I was before. But I won't forget. Not completely. And I'll still hear echos of my confidence on the days that prudence sees fit.

Worthy of Pandora

Are you my frustration? Are you the grittiness in my teeth and the sand in my shoes? If you are, I've been looking for you. I've been seeking you out, hunting you down, rounding you up. I've been searching high and low, and I'm just about fed up with this mindless meandering race. Every day I'm trying to outdo you. I'm trying to go above and beyond matching your pace, because simply keeping up with you isn't good enough. I want to bottle you up. I want to wrestle you into a container and seal it shut, stashing it deep down in the corner of my psychological basement. But even there, alone and in the dark, you fester. You nurse your wounds and plan your vengeance. And somewhere during my fitful sleep, between the nightmares and the still coolness that prickles on my skin, I'll slip down and release you.

You and I---we've created a box worthy of Pandora.

Combined, we are an explosion. Together, we are a catastrophe.

* * *

Psalm 4:4

⁴ Don’t sin by letting anger control you.
    Think about it overnight and remain silent. 


(just thought I'd go with a Salad Bug sort of thing tonight ;)
Love you guys,
Kismint

I'm lame like this.

So I have a blog. Right. Yes. Blog.
Erm...got it.

I've been listening to music a lot lately. That's what happens when K-Minty decides to rock her world and clean up her room.

---See, cleaning my room just gives me ample time to dance around, lip-syncing songs and tossing scrap paper in the air to my audience of stuffed animals.

I've been playing my keyboard lots too. Good stuff like that has been keeping me busy. Also, good stuff like that has kept me from wanting to blog.

Anyway. Music. Yummy. It's bed time.

MUSIC QUOTE BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


twenty one pilots

I'll never be, be what you see inside
You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified
You say that you are close, is close the closest star?
You just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far
~ fake you out ~

Let's take this a second at a time,
Let's take this one song, this one rhyme,
Together, let's breathe,
Together, to the beat,
But there's hope out the window,
So that's where we'll go,
Let's go outside and all join hands,
But until then you'll never understand.
~ guns for hands ~

Night falls, with gravity.
The earth turns, from sanity
Taking my only friend I know,
He leaves a lot, his name is "Hope".
 
The horrors of the night melt away
Under the warm glow of survival of the day
Then we move on,
My shadow grows taller along with my fears
And my friends shrink smaller as night grows near
When the sun is climbing window sills
And the silver lining rides the hills
I will be saved for one whole day
Until the sun make the hills it's grave
~ semi-automatic ~

 heyhihello

It's a beautiful day outside,
Everything is okay and alright.
Your smile is a vast contrast from the things we said last night.Why did I say that line?
If I shut my mouth, we'd be fine.
I've got perfect hindsight in the daytime,
I'm starting to see that
In a perfect situation, I'd be doing things much differently.
~ louder than words ~

 
You know it's a cloudy day here
Spring will be well worth the wait
I'll be sure to greet the sunshine
To the frozen buckeye state
Along with the warmer weather
I think you might thaw my heart
After all the coldest winters
Have torn it apart 

~ don't quit! not quite! ~

We can look up
We can let go of this tonight
Because we are alive, and we're not alone
I'm finding love within the light

~ brighter lights ~ 

I love how music is just a poem language. Maybe I'll go write a few verses of my own. 

Until then, 

Cheerio mate,

K-Minty  

There. I blogged. I'm lame like this. Also, I failed NaNo. So that's cool (but not). July was superdeeduper busy and that was sorta kinda actually unexpected.