Literally-nemo - WillowTree Music

"There’s a crack in everything // That’s how the light gets in”

“I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch // And love is not a victory march // It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah”

“O see the darkness yielding // That tore the light apart // Come healing of the reason // Come healing of the heart”

“Like a bird on a wire // Like a drunk in a midnight choir // I have tried in my way to be free”

Rest in peace, Leonard Cohen. Your music and poetry will never be forgotten.

Legendary Canadian musician Leonard Cohen has died at the age of 82

News confirmed by his record label and Facebook fan page

Legendary Canadian singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen has died at the age of 82, according to a Facebook post on his official fan page. His music label Sony Music Canada has also confirmed the news.

More to come

Merry Christmas!

Hey, everybody! Sorry I've been gone so long, both here and with my phone. I've been doing a lot of writing music and a lot less poetry, so I might change the general attire of this blog soon. I hope you lovely people are having wonderful holidays, and that whatever it is you celebrate went incredibly well. I, myself, celebrate Christmas, and it was a total blowout for me! I not only got the freaking beautiful BOSE headphones that I asked for from my grandparents and uncle, but also a gorgeous mini-speaker from my parents (also by BOSE) that connects via Bluetooth. It's ridiculous how spoiled I am. :3 Let me know in a message what's been going on with you guys! I may or may not have my phone around, for those that have my phone number. I'm visiting a lot of family, and it's been a bit exhausting. Sadly, I've become unable of going to sleep before midnight without doing something, and this just happens to be it tonight. Also, there will be a sledding "party" (could you imagine me actually throwing any kind of real party? That would not go well at all.) after school someday behind Aurora High School. All are invited. It will probably be during exam time, so we can all go to our exam and just bring snow gear with us and then use it to the edge of its spontaneous combustion from pure awesomeness. I wonder if any of this is actually making sense right now.

TL;DR -I'm not dead -I probably won't have my phone for a bit yet -Sledding at my school during exams

U weren't gonna leave the room till you practiced that thing

I posted the video of the result of practicing right after the first video.

Where then, go the spirits of the martyrs? How then, do they find peace in their sacrifice? The demise of one for the many is that of a brave man But what happens when bravery is just a roll of the dice?

thoughts

Let It Go

There's a certain elation from being freed When you realize that nothing can hurt you any more That because of one thing, your entire life is transformed When everything makes sense, to a certain degree A new light is shed on a situation that had no out A new freedom is found in the balance that never could exist: The balance between accepting depravity and the drive to be good

The line separating letting go and gaining control has come into clear view It is abstract It is a construction of humanity; a treacherous servant We have adorned control to the highest places Its crown becalms the so-called great things of humanity Its command belittles the words of the wise Putting values to shame

Disaster reared its head, preparing to attack I refused to open my eyes, believing the lie set before me With pridefully blinded eyes, I reached out into assumed smoke And hoped not to find what I knew lay ahead A sip of water that was toxic to my parched lips Opened my eyes and quenched its presenter's unrequited thirst I am saved

There is nothing left to confine me There are no limits where there is no control There is no control for where it is searched Wherefore did we create such a tremendous fault-line? It was our greatest mistake The concept called control will be forever indistinguishable from every other deception in history, But for its control over us

If there is no control, how can we live? In freedom from it. Our insatiable desire for control is a fountain of weakness Moreover, the arrogance that we are in control of this enamoration, This lust Is absurd to the point of farce True control comes from the complete donation of the power we allow to our desire for control

Snowfall - Ingrid Michaelson

artist: angela mckay