Saturday, June 4, 2011

A Song Beneath A Song.

1, Wish You Well- Katie Herzig. For me, this song is about being so close and connected to someone and one day it is time for one of you to move on. This song is sad, but also accepting to the fact that everyone must move on at some point. I could see how people interpret it as death or a breakup, There doesn't always have to be bitterness in a breakup, sometimes it is just the way it is. And this song describes how you want to let the person that left you know that you'll be OK, if not today then someday. I think it's entirely based on what you're going through and what helps you relate to the song."


2, Head Full Of Doubt Road Full Of Promises- The Avett Brothers

The beauty of music is that people tend to let different songs mean to them what they want it to mean to them.
To me it is about freedom of thought and living a life that you choose to live. Society has derived laws to maintain order. But as the number of laws increase the amount of freedoms a person can experience decreases. Those who don't understand that scare me as well. We all share an existence together and who is to say what is wrong and right. We consider things to be wrong when it could affect us in a negative way. I think murder is wrong because I do not want my family and I to be murdered. Compassion is also a factor because most of us do not want to see another person suffer because we can imagine ourselves in their shoes. I want to free the bird from the cage because imagining myself in a cage sounds like a horrible place to be.
In the end the only person you have to answer to is yourself. So figure out what type of life you want to live and go live it.


3, Cold Water- Damien Rice



Almost like it has been inspired by some divine power. It really shows Damien's genius, I think...
I think it's about being lost, but holding on to what you love, being afraid of losing the ones you love. And maybe even about the fear of death. Like someone knowing he/she is going to die, but still holding on to the last bit of hope that is still left. Maybe it's just about the desperation everyone of us sometimes experiences, the feeling of being lost, not knowing how to get out of a dark and difficult situation, but still knowing there are people out there who love you, and at the same time knowing that there is a risk of losing those people. Or maybe not people, but maybe some divine power (like God)
Maybe... I don't know... it's just a wonderful song.


4, Sigh No More-Mumford & Sons

I think that this song is about the inconstancy of man (in terms of both the individual and humanity), and how we all desire to be profoundly and selflessly loved despite our tendency to perpetuate the opposite. On one level, I think this is about someone who wants to break a pattern of hurt and is trying to convince the other person that he is able to love purely and unconditionally. On another level, and this is what spoke to me, is the idea that God is love, and he is the answer to our brokenness. He is able to love us in ways beyond what we cannot fathom, and through him, we can learn to love as he loves.


5, Hope For The Hopless- A Fine Frenzy
This is a really good song to get you through hard times. It's kind of a "roll down your windows and forget about everything else" song. One word; POSITIVITY.  


6, Turn To Stone- Ingrid Michelson



It's a pretty profound song with stellar instrumental and lyrics. More explicitly, the song seems to have 2 interconnected themes; 'forgiveness' and one of 'love' in order to avoid 'turning to stone'. Thus, she warns that bitterness and hate can make cold the heart. In line with this interpretation,'waiting for someone else's hand' means waiting for someone to throw an olive branch or make the first move.

The alternative interpretation is a more vague interpretation focusing on love. Here, she may be suggesting that we should not wait for someone to ignite our love and fill our hearts, because we may 'fall' and 'turn to stone'.




7, 9 Crimes- Damien Rice

The repeating of 'is that alright' I feel is a person pushing the envelope with those they are close to in their life. Very self-depreciating, but i feel it's coming from a masochist who knows fully well; the wrong in their choices, then loves to feel sorry for themselves when saying what a horrible person they are, that they should never be loved in the first place...(i.e Love me because i don't think i deserve to be loved). The gun being the mental games, how they have the potential to wound those who are too naive to recognize it's power.
I feel the very simple and slow haunting execution of the song led me to this sort of twisted conclusion. I feel this person is tortured only by the desire to be complicated and pined for. Even after cheating their own game.

I believe the reason this song touches so many people is that it rings true for our own lives -- it is difficult to strike the balance of what you need personally and what you need to do to respect your relationship/s. we should all try compassion and understanding when it comes to carnal desires and matters of the heart.
 
A Song Beneath A Song.


I've been listening to these songs and I thought to share it with you all. My kind of song is what some will refer to as dead or some sort of strange term. I'd leave you to be the judge and feel free to ask for recommendations. Its amazing how these songs have helped me at different stages of my life. Music is THAT beautiful. Well, most of you who know me will attest to the fact that I'd die for Grey's Anatomy (literally. Shattap, I be Jesus?) They also have an INCREDIBLE music directors. Check it out.

The best thing about any form of art is that the TRUE meaning is up to the observer.

Have a good day , Beautiful people.

EdithSmiles.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Once Upon a Time I Lost Myself.

Hello? How's everyone doing? I'm good. Anyways; Knock yourself out, literally with today's post.
Stay warm & good; EDITHSMILES.

                  Once Upon a Time I Lost Myself.

Sometimes we lose it..
We fall into love like a pillowed net an lie..
For months..
I've been there,
Once upon a time i lost myself.
Her eyes drew me in from across the party,
She made me weak at the knees,
She made me feel different.
Once upon a time i lost myself.


We went on a date,

We invited friends..
Friends that didn't show up..
We sat there under the darkness..
It didn't matter that we were alone,
I didn't question the fact that my friends have fallen off the planet,
I couldn't see past my own two feet..
We were a couple,
We were in Love,
Our names sewn from the same string,
Oh! Once upon a time i lost myself.


Dreams fall apart sometimes.

We wake up and everything is different.
One day I wake up,
The fantasy that we created was torn,
Revealing the reality on the other side of the wall we formed.
It was easy to be idealistic about love,
I had never felt this way about anybody.
But things weren't right!
We had built a cocoon around each other,
Wanting nothing more but to become butterflies together,
And here we were,
Flying away!
Oh! Once upon a time i lost myself.


As I emerged from the darkness,

Of not being together,
I called her,
We met,
I sat in front of those brown eyes,
The eyes that held me in and made me forget my own,
They eyes that now looked different.
I told her it was unfair for us to deprive ourselves of our lives,
I wanted to be together,
But not all the time.
I wanted to be in love,
But not in exchange of my identity,.
I wanted to look into her eyes and see her,
not the glow of my own reflection.
I didn't want to loose myself,
And I feared I already Had!

On a cold evening,

As we walked,
The Lamppost shivered,
And tears blurred from her eyes...
The wind shifted,
And the light above us streamed down.
She kissed my eyelids,
She smiled.
She knew i was right.
This was the first night we walked,
without stepping on each others shadow.
This was was the night I was "I"
And she was "SHE";
Two names;
Two Souls;
Two selves.


Love doesn't mean losing oneself,

For One Upon a Time I Lost Myself!!



Thank you all so much for your never-ending support.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.

Hello Beautiful Readers.


How is everyone doing? Good. Anyways, My best heart NakedSha  is in Nigeria for the summer. YAY! So we went to the cinema to see Hangover II. It was above hilarious; I died half-way but for the countless times she hugged me. I can't believe how tiny she looked ( she kept saying it was because I'm as tall as Lamar Odom but we all know that's not possible). Half way through the movie or rather, every 5minutes this lady sitting next to me threw out a hysterical laugh; so loud, it could melt the wax in my ears. Jeezz.. Then there was this lady who walked into KFC when we were having lunch with horrible lace fronts, extremely long painted nails (substitute for craws if you deem fit) eye-lashes so tack-ly done; I'd be stuck to glue if i sit on it (YES, It was THAT long) AND her face was another shade from her body and my Nakedsha goes:

     "everyone on the inland has this ashawo look going on for them" I laughed so hard, I hard to pinch myself. 

Anyways; I had such a good time and I just wanted you all to know lol. And I give the movie an 80%. You should totally see it WITHOUT a minor.


    Today's post is about being in love. Rather its that kind of obsessive overwhelming kind of love that drills a hole into your head. The narrator is a victim of obsession; she has done everything but he wouldn't let go............... What is your take on obsession? Leave a comment below. EdithSmiles


                                   Inmate One; Fifteenth Cell.


I’m bound by your false promises
And your commitment to shield
Away from all sufferings
But your weapons you still wield.

Locked in a mental cage,
My thoughts encase me like steel
Like your arms that confine me,
I can’t tell anymore what’s real.

I flinch in terror away from your grasp
But it only makes you tighten the noose,
There’s no escape from this prison I’m in,
You’ll never, not ever, let me go, let me loose.

I’d rather die now, than let you hurt me anymore,
I’m planning my escape with every tense breath.
But if, in the ‘morrow, you find that I’ve gone,
I know you’ll come looking, your twisted love won’t rest.

You’ll see me shackled and chained to a chair
Before you let me leave, I know you too well.
So in the name of love, when you take me back to your jail,
Just know it won’t be long now, until I see you in hell.

Monday, May 30, 2011

The Way To The Future.

Helloooooooooooooooooo Beautiful people!!. How are we doing today? I'm GREAT!! I hope you're doing good today? Guess why I'm over-the-moon ecstatic? Well, here it is;
With over 60posts consisting of short stories, Journal enteries and Poems, 897visits, 2 Nigerian Blog Awards nominations, 3 press publication (The Punch, The Nation) and over 120 blog comments, Today; EdithSmiles is a year old. 

I am so proud of all I have been able to achieve with your help.
As the Nigerian Blog Awards come up in less than a heart beat; I hope we get nominated and take the award home. Its high time we get that badge up there. :)
THANK YOU ALL; YOU GUYS ARE AMAZEBALLS.
I see life as having its own emotional wheel/cycle. It normally begins with excitement and gets warmer with love. Then anger corrupts and sadness follows, but after time Happiness will surely come again and then it starts of by excitement all over! People must understand that emotion is part of life. Everyone goes through all the same emotions. Don't think your life is a horror movie. Just accept it and remember its the way to the future.

                               THE WAY TO THE FUTURE.

When blood starts bursting through your veins,
the heart races like it has its last take,
the adrenalin in your body it drains
and brings your life to a wake.
Excitement!

 

When a sudden heart beat skips
and it feels like butterflies tickle your tummy.
when your legs give in the 'dips'
and you look like a smiling dummy.
Love!



When your fists start to rage and clutch
and your blood boils till steam
that red covers your face too much,
and the voice that forms a scream.
Anger!


When tears run down your face
and your body feels to brake
like your soul has no trace
of what is real and what is fake.
Sadness!


When discovering a joy in your soul,
fulfilled with pride and life.
Feeling like all that ruthless foul
has no more unplanned strife.
Happiness.


When you have finished through this cycle
it will all begin again.
Who knows how it will begin,
end or when?
But this is the cycle of emotion,
search yourself carefully of how you feel.
And within you, you will find devotion,
to understand the life's emotional wheel;

Showing you the way to the future.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

May 21st.

Hello world;
     A Beautiful day to you all. Hope the Saturday is treating /treated you all well? Ever wondered if the Angels blog? (lol). Here is something for the day. Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend. God bless us all. E-SMILES.
 
                            MAY 21ST.

I wandered the world alone before you; 
I spoke with the trees and sighed with the moon,
Who hung with mystery and dreadful loom.
I climbed a ladder of branches, twigs and dew
To reach the crescent of the moon
And stay with her till the nighttime noon.
I spoke and she spoke, and the stars did too,
Till i dosed in the morose of the nighttime gloom.

I awoke on the twelfth stroke of nighttime noon,
And said my last farewell to the stars and the moon.
At the basis of my ladder of branches, twigs and dew,
I set out on a journey to discover something new.
When i walked as far as my feet would do,
I landed by a kingdom, by a sounding sea of blue.
And there, I discovered a mistress' tomb
And the body of a man, frozen to his doom.

So there I laid by the side of the tomb,
To freeze with my love in the light of the moon.


ES.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Bullets & Iron Knives.

Hello beautiful people. How is everyone doing? Hope we are getting settled into the summer breeze & creating time to smell the beautiful flowers? So this is just something out of the blue, but I dare to ask you so; Have you ever felt solely responsible for something and the table turns around to torment you? Perhaps if its something you said or something you did not do? I had this thought and decided to share it in literature for better explanation. For the better part of life I tend to believe that  "Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness."

Bullets & Iron Knives.

One cold lonely noon in some communal garden I used to know by heart and brain, I met - [saw would be more precise] – That tiny unnoticed earth drop who had strength and force; enough to save my mean and pathetic world. Swirling among flowers and trees, her small head ringed by a golden halo. She was laughing like one would cry.

Clad in black heavy clothes, mourning an old friend of mine; I was frail, teetering on the edge of the safe side of my mind, and she angered me. Innocently dressed in a bright leafy dress; Sunlight filtered through spaces between the trees’ gaping branches, sparkling off her skin like diamonds. She was just a toddler, toying with the idea of what she would be when she would grow up – [no one ever warns children that age is an enemy ]– a kid, not yet aware that the dance would someday end; who didn't care for yesterdays and tomorrows -[One should never believe ones first idea] - she was entranced; as if dazed by a never ending dream.

Frowning, one could say I tried to ignore, block out of me that ageless stirring motion, but Nature did not allow peace: Flowers, moths, the air itself revolted, buzzing through me, leaving heavy but pure aromas for me to sink in, confusing thoughts, rage and hate to create a brand new emotion ---; Then an interruption destroyed that perfect illusion of mine: 

           "Are you sad?" she dared, crossing the line as if she knew who I was, what I wanted, what I felt. 
Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright hazel. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. And had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. That drove me to jump the cliff of sanity; rage erupting in my brain, I stood then walked away, leaving kind perfumes and annoying girls behind. 

Fast steps echoed fast steps and pushed me to the Road, but I did not pay enough attention to deathly tricks of fate while the little girl followed me--------- and By a loud shout of people passing by, I startled, my eyes jerked up and then got stuck:  I was finally seeing the car, while bright fireworks exploded in my frightened pupils. Death was on me, and I felt just that light push on my back, then lost my footing, I fell on the harsh ground, safe - why was I?.......No, it could not be; it had no right to be, after taking away my best-friend.

My shocked mind made me move, and my mouth dried itself at such a sight, refusing to acknowledge that the beautiful girl [more beautiful than a Porcelain doll], whose soft whispers of  "Hold on, why do you seem so sad? Do you want a chat?" echoed at the tip of my ears was lying on the road, dead. Her voice was light and haunting and somewhat chilling. Her dull, hollow grassy eyes looking for something no one could see. 

        Suffocating, I just ran and ran down the gray black streets to my small home, wanting nothing more than wash blood and fear and death away --- but thoughts stayed, ringing through me like bullets and stabbing like iron knives: never again would she dance solely for this small world, never again would her laugh and songs annoy - [for the best] - the ones like me, and never, ever again would one hear her welcoming, earthly laugh, for her dancing dream had met its own end.

And I was sole responsible. 

I looked out of my window and the clouds had parted and the moon returned, bathing the scene in silvery light.















" The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love" ~


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Hello Everyone? 

How are we doing today? I hope great. I've been off for a while literally, but i guess summer brings peace in more ways than one. I'm back 1000% to sharing poems/short stories, so don't un-bookmark me yet (lol). Today's post is a poem i wrote during my one-out-of numerous insomniac attacks. Its nothing personal as usual, 98% fiction [ ;) ]. I'd love to read your comments; trust me they do go more than a mile. Blessings; E-Smiles.



Come First Midnight Of June To Bury The Dead.

Frozen window pane
Breaking against the bitter rain
On the night of the eve of May
Blow me kisses, cold and cruel
Suck away my soul, you fool




Death will not have me, on this frost
For sleep has not taken me at my malignant cost.




Instead, I will lay on my rotting bed's sheets
Speaking to the ceiling faces of concrete;
They are broken angels, Plastered to this room
Never to know flight, but to aptly loom


Peg me not a dreamer
For mine are not so sweet
Think me not an angel
For we walk through hell's heat


Tell me not your secrets
For I am not mute
Listen with heed of caution
For my views are too astute.


Sing me a song, and I'll write you a verse
Forgotten in time, and equally cursed
Left in my palace, with no friend or foe
My cries only answered by my own echo


I'll paint you a face
Of death's last smile
It will hang in the banisters
Staring in denial.


And sometimes he hums
And the cherubs all weep
For this is what greets me
When I can not sleep.