my acting teachers used to tell me, over and over again, "don't remember the lines, remember the intention." i sure as hell didn't do that, but it still stuck with me nonetheless. maybe that's why i'm drawn to such loud, angry songs. i don't care about the screaming or even the hard riffs and guitar. actually, sometimes, i kind of like it. i like to hear the low growls, for no other reason than because it's different, and a lot of people don't like it. call me edgy, but deep down, i think i want to be different for no other reason than setting myself apart. i can look past all of the things that make metal music "metal", because all i really want to listen to is the lyrics. i never search for the words that are sung, i try to find the meaning. "blow the smoke through the hole in my chest". it's sung with a guttural voice, but it feels like a punch to the face every time. the wording, the meaning behind it, the messages hidden between the lines, they're all so BEAUTIFUL. it's not just the lines, it's the intention.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
