Queen's Quill

[Edema Rue she/her]

16 minutes ago, DramaQueen said:

Yeah!! I keep meaning to record them well, but it hasn't happened yet. Except these two:

 

Okay! If you ever do, I want to hear!! They're really good :))

[DramaQueen]

Yeah, I'll definitely send them here! I'm also hoping to eventually get an album professionally recorded and released on Spotify under the artist name Valtameri. Currently quite a ways away from that, but. Hopefully someday!

[DramaQueen]

Might write a song here we'll see lmao

(not my post, I just relate haha)

[Edema Rue she/her]

If you write a song, I want to see  

...hehe that's a little too relatable.

[DramaQueen]

The Artist

Spoiler

If I were stone, you'd hold the chisel

My walls were up, you launched the missile

You look at me, my defenses fall

I open up, you can see it all

I'm a blank canvas, you are the paint

If I were marble, maybe you'd carve the saint

Or maybe a gargoyle, whatever you see

Behind my layers of stone, that is what I'll be

For you are my artist, it's only your eye,

It's only your meaning that I'll ever try

To emulate, cast me however you will.

I'll live it, I will, I'll live for you still.

 

[DramaQueen]

Strong Words

Spoiler

I say "I hate him," you say "Hate's a strong word"

"So is love," I want to say, but it goes unsaid, unheard

Where was that warning, when once for him I swooned?

If I believe that that was love, which still I do, it soon

May well have turned to hate, you see, strength for strength, and now

That strength has turned to nothingness, yet still as strong, somehow.

I think of him and all I feel is heavy on my heart

He's gone and I don't care and yet it still tears me apart

This nothingness, still everything, the loudest song I sing

I sing so loud for everything, still all is just nothing

Nothing, no one, someone, a song to write again

They're everything, yet still I write of nothing, yes, of him.

Of love, of hate, what difference can such distinctions make?

Of nothing or of everything, of real or of fake,

It's still my song to write and sing, my feelings to express

"It's a strong word" you warn again, and all I say is "yes."

I feel strongly, let me say it, let me feel it full.

If it burns inside me, then let me bare my soul.

So yes, I'll use the strong words, love and hate and all

So that maybe when I'm dead and gone, the stars will still recall.

 

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3 hours ago, DramaQueen said:

Strong Words

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I say "I hate him," you say "Hate's a strong word"

"So is love," I want to say, but it goes unsaid, unheard

Where was that warning, when once for him I swooned?

If I believe that that was love, which still I do, it soon

May well have turned to hate, you see, strength for strength, and now

That strength has turned to nothingness, yet still as strong, somehow.

I think of him and all I feel is heavy on my heart

He's gone and I don't care and yet it still tears me apart

This nothingness, still everything, the loudest song I sing

I sing so loud for everything, still all is just nothing

Nothing, no one, someone, a song to write again

They're everything, yet still I write of nothing, yes, of him.

Of love, of hate, what difference can such distinctions make?

Of nothing or of everything, of real or of fake,

It's still my song to write and sing, my feelings to express

"It's a strong word" you warn again, and all I say is "yes."

I feel strongly, let me say it, let me feel it full.

If it burns inside me, then let me bare my soul.

So yes, I'll use the strong words, love and hate and all

So that maybe when I'm dead and gone, the stars will still recall.

 

Wow, this is truly amazing. Truly, truly, truly. Thank you for sharing. 

[Edema Rue she/her]

6 hours ago, DramaQueen said:

Strong Words

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I say "I hate him," you say "Hate's a strong word"

"So is love," I want to say, but it goes unsaid, unheard

Where was that warning, when once for him I swooned?

If I believe that that was love, which still I do, it soon

May well have turned to hate, you see, strength for strength, and now

That strength has turned to nothingness, yet still as strong, somehow.

I think of him and all I feel is heavy on my heart

He's gone and I don't care and yet it still tears me apart

This nothingness, still everything, the loudest song I sing

I sing so loud for everything, still all is just nothing

Nothing, no one, someone, a song to write again

They're everything, yet still I write of nothing, yes, of him.

Of love, of hate, what difference can such distinctions make?

Of nothing or of everything, of real or of fake,

It's still my song to write and sing, my feelings to express

"It's a strong word" you warn again, and all I say is "yes."

I feel strongly, let me say it, let me feel it full.

If it burns inside me, then let me bare my soul.

So yes, I'll use the strong words, love and hate and all

So that maybe when I'm dead and gone, the stars will still recall.

 

I love it!! It's beautiful.

(Oh, also how is/was the tempest? I think you said you were doing that in March?)

[DramaQueen]

1 hour ago, Edema Rue said:

I love it!! It's beautiful.

(Oh, also how is/was the tempest? I think you said you were doing that in March?)

Starting rehearsals for it in March! Rehearsals are going well, it's a fun time!! We perform in April :))

[Edema Rue she/her]

3 hours ago, DramaQueen said:

Starting rehearsals for it in March! Rehearsals are going well, it's a fun time!! We perform in April :))

That’s awesome!! Break so many legs, and enjoy!