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THE VIOLINIST
One night as she sat sheltering herself from the rain.
She heard a splash in the river.. a black case floated by.
It took her awhile to retrieve it and to her surprise it was a violin.
It wasn't an expensive one but a good one nonetheless.
She would practice trying to remember what her grandfather had said about finger placement.
She could hear the music in her head yet images of him very faint.
She could see his fingers dancing as he played.. the violin, his mistress.
If she but could play half as well as her grandfather then she could play for coins or food.
She would play till her fingers bled
She needed to make some money to feed herself
If she made it past the thieves..she would be fortunate.
She would buy food for the other street children as well.
It was a huge onus placed upon her shoulders
She was no more than twelve yet her soul was old
She'd recall in dreams watching her grandfather play
To regain that life would indeed have been bliss.
She had been kidnapped and left for dead somewhere foreign
Never knowing how to get home again.
She hid under bridges and ate what scraps she found.
Becoming ill from some foods and in death's embrace once too often.
To have been home and warm would have been enough.
Now she hiding under bridges for safety and rest.
Protecting her violin as best as humanly possible.
The thieves were looking to take it from her.
For now she rested...the violin safely by her side.
cp.MagikGypsy 2008 
So my day started off like this; I woke up at 9, and then my friend called( I have a feeling she's anorexic, but I'm not going to say anything about it) to say that we weren't going to be able to meet bc one of my other friends has to do something family related.
OH SHOOT! I just remembered..my g-mas coming over for dinner, with easter candy, and I don't know how I'm going to manage to not eat. Anyway, I'll figure it out.
So then I woke up and had a 1)capoccino. about 100 calories.
2) about 2 bowls of shredded wheat. dammit. 550 calories.
soooo..about 650 calories. But then I have soccer practice this afternoon..always an intense workout,
Although I am afraid that if I lost weight too fast, I'll be too weak to play. Plus if I get mal-nurished. hmmm..
can't be helped.
I'm hoping to get my calorie intake down to 500 calories a day, with fasting in between. I can do it, because I have done it before. I know it.
So today I'm hoping to read this book "Cry the beloved country", and do homework, then go to soccer, then start on this huge history project. I'd also like to get in some core violin practincing, and piano practicing, and clean my room, and start writing a hymn for a contest( prize: 250 dollars; think about all the clothes I could buy with that! Of course, after I get down to 100 lbs.)
11:50 pm
Dammit. Shit. Stupid fucking grandmas and their stupid fucking Easter candy.
It hurts like a bitch right now.
After skating...Mary, Leila and I went to Starbucks and drank coffee beverages and talked...it was very nice.
On the upside....I'm really looking into getting an electric violin....they are like $35 without the shipping...which isn't bad at all.
well..right now I'm gonna go ice my knee and then eat some lunch...then practice the violin, then practie the steel drum....then shower......
EDIT:
All I need to do now is shower...then more steel drum...maybe
hope ya'll like the new layout
EDIT #2:
loooook at the sweeeetest looking violin ever
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I wrote this at 3:30am because I can't sleep, normally I wouldn't publish something like this because I know that I'll get comments that are opposite of my emotions, which adds fuel to the fire but I can't help myself. Oddly enough it helps me to write these thoughts out, please take it as it is, thoughts that have exited my brain and now are just words on my blog.
The violin plays to the notes of the grandest piano and the audience throws wilted rose pedals of every shade. The barefooted conductor steps on the thorns of the rose stems marking his position, his circle on the stage with blood from his feet. Those who can feel the music feel the pain and dry their bloody tears with white silk handkerchiefs that turn tye died in blood, there is beauty in the sounds and the colors of pain. Those who turn a deaf ear clamber at souls with pain, unable to understand why or what could be worth bleeding for. The pain is so hot that blisters appear all over the forsaken; when the blisters are pierced they leak salty tears. The tears are no longer from the eyes but entire body saturated with tears waiting to be released with the prick of a pin. The pains have fallen on deaf ears and there is no one left to blame. Just memories of what the evildoers have left in their wake, they have even killed the innocence of love that one existed in all of us. The only way to battle this pain is with pain, the worse the pain the less the past is remembered till some point the pain is gone, gone with life. Why is it there is no beauty without tragedy, no beauty without pain. When will the concerto come to an end and leave people laughing rather than dieing in vein, crying in blood.
I put in a submission for the talent show as a violinist. I'm going to play a fiddle tune called Orange Blossom Special that sounds really flashy. I've been playing since I was 4, and a lot of my friends want to hear me play, so that should be cool.
I've also been trying to sell tickets for a fund raiser event for my music school. My violin tour group and my orchestra are playing on it, as well as the advanced cello group. I've been telling people about them at school. Some people won't come because I'm "betraying them" by being in a second orchestra (which is MUCH better than the school one, by the way), or maybe they're just being idiots. I haven't sold any tickets yet but about 5 people didn't have money with them and were interested in coming.
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