Thad1527
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Once in a while. And it's usually the sentimental songs that do it to me. Like this one. (Feel free to skip it if you have a mindset against religion. But, yes, my mother sang it to me. It's really quite sweet.)
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On Topic Discussion Does music ever make you cry?
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DaggyG
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Often enough, particularly to this song because it reminds me of my Grandmother.
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Yes.
Often I will use music to cut into my emotions when I am writing. Music tends to connect me to thoughts and feelings faster to bring out the emotion and mental imagery I am attempting to convey when writing poetry and short stories, even science fiction and horror.
Going to share some poetry here and music that helped me write. As I have been packing up etc, recently discovered a book of poems I wrote when I was a kid.
Found a poem I wrote to my second older sister and her boyfriend about my 20 year old niece before she was born.
Quite an amazing story really as I was just barely entering puberty.
This was shortly after my parents divorced and me escaping from my father's abuse after his failed attempt to get me in the custody battle.
When my sister became pregnant with my niece, she was underage, a teen mom...
Her boyfriend was an asshole and abusive to her and knocked her around a few times. As a result she had complications with her pregnancy. After a positive result from an amniocentesis showing a blood clot on my niece's brain and some other abnormalities, her doctor explained it most likely would result in both physical and mental handicap such as down syndrome or something etc.
Long story short, my sister's boyfriend was dead-set on an abortion after this news, my sister decided to do whatever he wanted but she was not sure about anything.
I had I suppose what you could call a "vision" of my niece being born and holding her in my arms. From that, I was inspired to write a poem and gave it to my sister. This was the poem:
The Face of an Angel.
As I gaze at the features of her soft, pale face
I feel the joy of Love.
I see the work of His magic and Grace.
And I am assured that He watches from above.
Her cries make me sad.
But her smiles make me glad.
The glimmer in her eyes
is the cutest thing of all,
For when she cries,
You know that is your call.
Her eager tries that may arise
will erase all those baby cries.
Anticipate the arrival of a new life to teach,
For she is His gift to you, to make you well.
Expose her to the highest sights she can reach,
And always remember,
that when you look at her
You are looking at the reflection
of the face of an angel.
After my sister read this, she told her boyfriend to fuck off and that she was keeping her baby, that it was her choice and no one else's. My niece is a perfectly healthy, beautiful 20 year old woman now. She is a lesbian and has been in a relationship with her woman for a couple of years now. Although she is a bit troubled as a result of her parents and addicted to her friend Mary Jane, she is still my beautiful little niece with her soft blonde hair and hazel blue eyes that remind me of the Aegean sea. She hasn't had an easy life, but it could have been worse and she could be worse off.
Couple years ago she had broken up with her girlfriend and decided to move in with her male drug dealer. She left her girlfriend at the train station and ran. My older sister and I feared for her safety and did not know where she was until my sister was able to reach out to her through Facebook and verify an address. She had been virtually homeless selling drugs for money after her male drug dealer became abusive and kicked her out, she ended up going back to him for awhile. For her birthday I wrote her another poem and also made an mp3 playlist of some of her favorite songs and some others that I knew she would like and would speak to her. My sister remembered she had a copy of that first poem and wrote her a letter explaining the story behind it, so we sent it all to her.
This was the latest poem:
Tears of an Angel
When an angel trembles in fear
the Heart sheds a tear.
A trusting one
she has become
almost to a fault of her own innocence.
In the pool of reflection
lies the hidden Heart,
carrying within
a single seed
sown by sorrow, sadness, and solitude
When that bleeding Heart cries
a healing is on the rise.
Found by Light, fought by Light, fed by Light and freed by Light
Innocence reclaimed
by the purity of Love.
Soon after she left her drug dealer boyfriend and went back to her girlfriend and she is living a more stable life, keeping in regular contact with all of us, still troubled, but not on drugs sans MJ and not being abused by a drug dealer.
One of her favorite songs is Breakaway from Kelly Clarkson.
I included that in the playlist, here are a few samples from the list. The playlist helped me write the 2nd poem.
Often I will use music to cut into my emotions when I am writing. Music tends to connect me to thoughts and feelings faster to bring out the emotion and mental imagery I am attempting to convey when writing poetry and short stories, even science fiction and horror.
Going to share some poetry here and music that helped me write. As I have been packing up etc, recently discovered a book of poems I wrote when I was a kid.
Found a poem I wrote to my second older sister and her boyfriend about my 20 year old niece before she was born.
Quite an amazing story really as I was just barely entering puberty.
This was shortly after my parents divorced and me escaping from my father's abuse after his failed attempt to get me in the custody battle.
When my sister became pregnant with my niece, she was underage, a teen mom...
Her boyfriend was an asshole and abusive to her and knocked her around a few times. As a result she had complications with her pregnancy. After a positive result from an amniocentesis showing a blood clot on my niece's brain and some other abnormalities, her doctor explained it most likely would result in both physical and mental handicap such as down syndrome or something etc.
Long story short, my sister's boyfriend was dead-set on an abortion after this news, my sister decided to do whatever he wanted but she was not sure about anything.
I had I suppose what you could call a "vision" of my niece being born and holding her in my arms. From that, I was inspired to write a poem and gave it to my sister. This was the poem:
The Face of an Angel.
As I gaze at the features of her soft, pale face
I feel the joy of Love.
I see the work of His magic and Grace.
And I am assured that He watches from above.
Her cries make me sad.
But her smiles make me glad.
The glimmer in her eyes
is the cutest thing of all,
For when she cries,
You know that is your call.
Her eager tries that may arise
will erase all those baby cries.
Anticipate the arrival of a new life to teach,
For she is His gift to you, to make you well.
Expose her to the highest sights she can reach,
And always remember,
that when you look at her
You are looking at the reflection
of the face of an angel.
After my sister read this, she told her boyfriend to fuck off and that she was keeping her baby, that it was her choice and no one else's. My niece is a perfectly healthy, beautiful 20 year old woman now. She is a lesbian and has been in a relationship with her woman for a couple of years now. Although she is a bit troubled as a result of her parents and addicted to her friend Mary Jane, she is still my beautiful little niece with her soft blonde hair and hazel blue eyes that remind me of the Aegean sea. She hasn't had an easy life, but it could have been worse and she could be worse off.
Couple years ago she had broken up with her girlfriend and decided to move in with her male drug dealer. She left her girlfriend at the train station and ran. My older sister and I feared for her safety and did not know where she was until my sister was able to reach out to her through Facebook and verify an address. She had been virtually homeless selling drugs for money after her male drug dealer became abusive and kicked her out, she ended up going back to him for awhile. For her birthday I wrote her another poem and also made an mp3 playlist of some of her favorite songs and some others that I knew she would like and would speak to her. My sister remembered she had a copy of that first poem and wrote her a letter explaining the story behind it, so we sent it all to her.
This was the latest poem:
Tears of an Angel
When an angel trembles in fear
the Heart sheds a tear.
A trusting one
she has become
almost to a fault of her own innocence.
In the pool of reflection
lies the hidden Heart,
carrying within
a single seed
sown by sorrow, sadness, and solitude
When that bleeding Heart cries
a healing is on the rise.
Found by Light, fought by Light, fed by Light and freed by Light
Innocence reclaimed
by the purity of Love.
Soon after she left her drug dealer boyfriend and went back to her girlfriend and she is living a more stable life, keeping in regular contact with all of us, still troubled, but not on drugs sans MJ and not being abused by a drug dealer.
One of her favorite songs is Breakaway from Kelly Clarkson.
I included that in the playlist, here are a few samples from the list. The playlist helped me write the 2nd poem.
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I love that song.
"One More Time" does it for me.Especially seeing the music video...
Have you watched Interstella 5555? It's an animated movie made using Daft Punk's Discovery album. The music videos for One More Time, Harder Better Faster Stronger and all the others from Discovery were ripped directly from it.
fabulouslyghetto
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all the time, in my defense I like so many different genres of music that it amplifies my chances of finding a song that digs into me.
Songs will come on that remind me of a special moment with my husband and all hell breaks loose. I was once driving down the freeway and "What becomes of the broken hearted" came on and I lost it. I wasn't tearing up, I was all out balling like a baby that I could hardly drive. I glanced over to the other lane and this guy was traveling along side me watching me. I would have sworn he had tears in his eyes. He smiled and gave me a sad face and pulled away. I tend to cry a alot when I drive.
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when the neighbors on the corner get out their instruments and have at it, it often makes me cry, they're so... inconsistent.
HoodedRat
Rat Lives Matter
When my neighbour who, unfortunately, lives in the flat above me plays the same 'tune' over and over and over again (currently the unbearable shite of 'Machineries of Joy' by Uni-Wank band British Sea Power (just imagine a generically crap song made by combining the worst traits of U2, Muse, Coldplay, Snow Patrol, et al (you know what I mean, that mind-numbing genre of non-challenging lowest-common-denominator indie-cheese-guitar-pop) ....
it doesn't just make me cry .... it makes me wish we had US&A type gun non-control in UK ... in which case I would go upstairs, hammer on his door, and when the anti-social little cunt fucktard answered, I would blow his fucking head off with my AK 47!