I am unsatisfiable today

In all and myself

I just seem to get that way

The feeling that I have

Something to say

But I just can't make

It sound the way

I feel that it should

Sound today

I feel unrestful

Stressed and weighed

Lonely wanting

And left at bay

I picked me up

And put me away

Forgot my thoughts

A mind astray

I'm my own

Castaway

Their nifty clothes

& clean-cut toes

Cast shadows, crisp & clear.

They drink fine wine

With mine & thine,

But never touching beer.

Whose pens are sharp,

With quills & harps,

Rich words with curls & swirls.

Then cash them in

For pies & gin—

Plus strings of perfect pearls.

Drink down their words

Near singing birds,

Splashing bashful thoughts.

Then sit down

With clones & clowns,

Sharing dreams you’ve bought,

Sport nifty clothes

& clean-cut toes

Cast shadows, crisp & stout.

Try to write

Your bitsy-bytes,

& do it without Doubt!

Be-gone old fears

(& you, too, tears)

Leave me to my work!

I need some time

To find sweet rhymes

With words like peas & pork.

"Spare change? I've just left prison, ain't got money", he stopped me. "Nope", I flipped my pockets inside out showing just a rosary I used to carry. "I love Bible, read it a lot in prison. You know my favourite part? >> ...then he released Barabbas...<<", he laughed and moved on.

I've never really liked music that much. I know, I know...many of you are probably flaberghasted that someone could go through life without a favorite band or singer or song, but to be honest, I never saw the big deal about it. I mean, I enjoyed music; I liked to dance and sing and play the piano and stuff, but I never felt a connection to it. 

That's why I was rather surprised when my friend called me up on Thursday and said "I have an extra ticket for a concert tomorrow night. Wanna go?" She wanted me to go? Out of all our music crazy friends? I wouldn't know the lyrics, or the band members, or what to wear... but I said yes. Of course I will accompany you, my dear friend, to this exquisite event. And then I rushed on over to YouTube to search up the group and shove as many of their songs into my ears as possible. It was like I was suddenly assigned a research paper that would make or break my grade. 

I'm not going to tell you who the band was. I'm not even going to tell you if I liked them. But I will tell you this: Somewhere between walking into that concert and walking out, I made the connection that everyone else already seemed to have. 

Standing in that crowd, surrounded by a thousand people all singing the same lyrics, dancing to the same beat, I was amazed. It didn't matter if someone was off key, or if they goofed up the lyrics; what mattered is that they were together. What would it take for me to be apart of this? 

At the end of the night, the band closed with with a cover of the song "Hey Jude" by the Beatles. Now I know I said I was clueless when it came to music, but don't worry, I would have had to have been deaf to not know it. Upon realizing that this was a song familiar to me, my excitement tripled. It was in this moment that I got a taste of it; I sang the lyrics with pride, I swayed to the music and put my hands up along with everyone else's, and I realized music is not just people in a recording studio; it is not just turning on the radio for background noise; and it is not cramming song after song into your head just so you can feel like you fit in. I can't seem to find the right words to give music a worthy definition, but I can tell you the one in the Webster dictionary doesn't do it justice. 

You will now be happy to know I have a Spotify account, I am currently collecting my favorite songs in a playlist, and I now consider myself an up and coming music expert. Actually, scratch that last part. I don't think I could ever be a music expert, but I will be a proud music lover. Yes, that's more like it, and it sounds more romantic too. 

Any songs you want to recommend to me? My ears are open. Finally. 

Hello, I just joined today. I'm still bumbling around trying to figure it out. I've been writing seriously since around 1997. I have a BA in English Literature from Western Washington University. 

I've had a little bit of success publishing short stories, haibun, creative non-fiction and recently a novella as well as some self-published short story collections. I'm hoping to connect with other writers here on Prose.