What music is to me

When I listen to music it can make me feel many things. Music has a huge influence on how I feel. If it’s upbeat and fun, I will be in a motivated fun mood. If it’s sad, I’ll be in a slow, empty mood. My favorite song would have to be Holding Onto You by twenty one pilots. This song’s lyrics have a really good message and make you think. It tells you that you can’t let your demons win, you have to fight through the bad to get to the good. I feel that I gravitate to music that is more alternative indie or punk because while it is fun the dance around to songs on the radio, they don’t always convey the emotions I feel that well, I like most genres but some more than others.

My friends and I kind of listen to the same music, we all have our own preferences but we enjoy a lot of the same bands and or songs. Without music the world would be nothing. Music is the most amazing thing and it takes you away and it tells you that you’re not alone and it tells you that it’s going to be okay. Music is a way to express your emotions whether you’re singing or writing it or just listening to it. The world would be so boring without it. Without music in my life, I don’t know where I’d be but it wouldn’t be a good place because music takes me out of the stress and the constant motion of my life and it relaxes me and puts me in a good mood. I don’t think I would like where I would be without music.

I do think that music has the power to heal. It has helped me through many tough times in my life and I know it’s helped people I know through many hard times also. Music is poetry in some cases, some songs are just silly and fun to sing along with and that’s okay, I don’t think you should mock any genres just because the content isn’t necessarily full of wisdom, sometimes you need a simple song that doesn’t make you think. One song that I feel is poetry would be the one I mentioned earlier, Holding Onto You by twenty one pilots, my favorite lyric is “Fight it, take the pain ignite it, tie a noose around your mind, loose enough to breath fine and tie it to a tree, tell it you belong to me this ain’t a noose this a leash and I have news for you, you must obey me. Music has been there for me when people couldn’t, it’s the one thing in life that I can fully depend on because people are unpredictable, but there will always be the songs.

Pillow

When I see that pillow it makes me think of the sleepless nights that leave you aching for rest, but empty of any such thing. I think of all the nights my mind was running faster than I could comprehend and the nights where I wished for sleep but nothing of the sorts was anywhere near. I think of the times that I lay staring at my ceiling covered in glow in the dark stickers shaped like tiny little stars and planets. I think about how not a single one of my pillows feels comfortable on nights like these and my covers suffocate me but leave me freezing if they are not around me. This pillow reminds me of the nights I spent reading “one more chapter” or watching “just one more episode” instead of sleeping. It reminds me of the times where I didn’t have time for sleep, whether it be homework, or if I’m out with my friends, or just myself thats keeping me up. It reminds me of the sleepless nights.

No regulars

Summer had begun a month ago, hot and dry, typical for the small town. There was a gas station, just on the outskirts of town, it catered to the ones just passing through. It was surrounded by many trees, in a lonely little spot. Away from the town, but not out of it either, just in a small little spot. There were no regulars here, just strangers. Evening was approaching as the afternoon hours slowly dwindled. Clouds had begun to roll in, the smell of rain was distant, hardly there, but there nonetheless. Low rumbles of thunder could be heard in the distant neighboring town.

The sky was no longer a soft summer blue, but a dark, mysterious grey. Rain had yet to fall but the smell of it was much more prominent and the air was so humid it felt wet. Lightning spread it’s veins, illuminating the sky in an electric blue color, soon followed by a rumble of thunder that could only mean one thing: A storm was coming, and not a small one either. One raindrop fell, and then all of them did, you couldn't see ten feet in front of you.

The gas station sat, the wind blowing the trees around it to the point where it seemed impossible that they were still standing. The owner sat watching the storm around him, he always loved them. Car after car began pulling into the parking lot, people began running in, taking cover from the hail that had started falling. The little store was packed, people were buying drinks and snacks, preparing to wait out the storm that was making driving an impossible task. The store owner smiled to the customers and welcomed everyone that came in, he talked to them and laughed with them, as they all stayed dry from the pouring rain. He always loved storms.

Warm air flows through the window

Sunlight reflects off the tools scattered about

The trees’ leaves rustle in the quiet summer air

Soft music plays as an even softer hum sounds

The artist has her hair up out of the way

As her hands work delicately with the small knife

Making lines, in an intricate mix

The smell of liquid wax fills the air

as the bowl is coated and dried

Glaze is painted on, and taken off with a sponge

Leaving only the simply elegant lines

She listened closely

for the sound of her mother’s soft steps

down the hall

and away from the kitchen.

The young child heard her mother walk away

she then slipped quietly and unnoticed out of her room,

down the hall,

and into the kitchen.

She could see dinner would soon be ready.

She reached a steady hand up to the counter

and into the cookie jar.

She took a single cookie and darted off to her room

as her mother stood around the corner

smiling to herself.

Bianka Groves is a ceramic artist in her mid twenties. She grew up in Washington DC and went three different schools for college. She first went to Pikes Peak Community College in Colorado Springs, Colorado in 2009, Southern University, Edwardsville II Mobility Program in 2011 and in 2012 she attended Corcoran College of Art and Design in Washington DC where she earned her Bachelors in fine art.

Bianka mainly uses porcelain in her work, she uses the potter’s wheel to throw bowls, cups, mugs, etc. Once she has thrown the pieces she then lets them dry for a awhile. Once they are dry enough to work with she then paints on liquid wax. After the wax has dried she takes an exact-o knife and cuts through the wax and slightly into the clay until she has her desired design. Once the design is finished she paints on black glaze and wipes away the excess. After that is all finished she fires it in a kiln where the wax melts off and she is left with a white piece and contrasting black intricate designs all over her piece. She then puts a clear coat of glaze over that and fires it in the kiln once more.

I feel that love knows no age, although when you’re young, it can easily be mistaken for infatuation. You’re never too young to love someone, but when you get older and you have more experience with dating, then you learn that sometimes, what you thought was love, was just a crush. I think that when you’re young and you start dating for the first time you get hooked on that feeling and you don’t think you’ll ever feel it again. But the thing is, you will feel it again, and you will learn to love and to let go and to love again. I think the more you mature, the more you realize that there are plenty of people out there.

I would love to have a vacation home in Oregon, right on the beach. I think it would be amazing to wake up and have the sand and the water and the amazing view right there. I would love for the house to have a really cool feel to it and to be big but not too big and nice and cozy. I want it to feel like home. I’d love for it to be in a beautiful spot, secluded and in a small town.

My best hiding spot when playing hide and go seek as a kid would've been in the kitchen cabinets. I loved playing hide and go seek and was really small as a child so I could fit in a lot of tiny spaces.

I think that you have one true soul mate for love. And fate will have a plan, no matter how crazy it seems. I believe everything happens for a reason and that in the end you will find your soul mate.

A perfect day for me would be to wake up, fully rested and feeling refreshed on a summer day, and going to eat a wonderful breakfast with chocolate chip pancakes and mangoes. Then have a very successful shopping trip with my friends and then heading back to my place to swim. Then eat lunch and dinner and afterwards go to a park at night and hang out and take Polaroids. Then go back to my house again and night swim and end the night with a movie marathon.

Six Word Stories

Six Word Stories

Not always right, but it works.

Do you know who you are?

Are you ready for the future?

I will never forget the almonds.

Infinite galaxies live in your eyes.

Said you wouldn't… but you left.

you changed, but so did I.

I really am trying, I promise.

Movies

My favorite movie is Short Term 12. I have watched this movie over and over again and I will never get tired of it. This movie doesn't hide behind Hollywood lies, it doesn't sugar coat anything and that's what I love about it. It shows things and events that are awful and tragic but for some reason are romanticized by today's society. But while it has it's very heavy and serious moments, it turns around and makes you laugh. Almost like a pat on the back, or a way of saying hey, sometimes things get rough, but it'll get better, just wait and you'll see.

          

Movies that I normally don't really care for would be ones that are boring or don't have a good story line, music is also a big thing for me, music can make or break a scene. I don't really like really sad endings either, but I don't necessarily want one where everything works out and each little detail is gone over. I like open ended movies, where you don't know what happens because that is what life is like, and not everything is a happy ending. In conclusion, I would say that I'm not a fan of boring movies, with bad music and a bad story line.

I watch movies probably once a week or so and normally at my house with Netflix. When I watch movies I like to be comfortable and content, I'm not really picky on anything else.

I am 42% extroverted, meaning I enjoy activity and enthusiasm along with the company of others but I also value my privacy. I think that is a true statement because once I come out of my shell, I'm pretty out going. I also got 75% agreeable which means I'm seen as warm and trusting but I can also turn around and be extremely competitive and stubborn. 8% conscientious saying that I'm easygoing but not well organized, that I'm sometimes careless and prefer not to make plans. I'm 17% emotionally stable meaning that I'm sensitive and emotional and that I'm often prone to upsetting feelings. And last I got 75% open to new experiences and that I'm willing to consider a new way of doing things and that I seek a balance between the old and the new.

If my life were a movie I would want myself to play me because no one else would fully understand what my emotions and thoughts are. I would start off when I moved from Jefferson City to Springfield at the age of four and go through elementary school ending the first part with my little brother’s birth in the 5th grade. Then it would move on to my awkward middle school years and first two years of high school showing my growth and everything that happened in those years, some sad and some happy. After that I would Put in my last two years of high school which would have the most events in it. It’s been a strange two years with questionable decisions and change and growth and people coming into my life only to leave soon after. I would have all the amazing memories I can think of with my friends and my family and lot’s of laughs too. Then I would want it to end with an open ending of me going off to college, the viewer doesn’t get everything, but they get enough.  

Short Term 12:

The Kings of Summer:

Stardust:

Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.